Mike came home tonight and he was telling us a story over dinner about the chase he had been on. Mike's pretty set on work being work and home being home so we don't hear many stories about what he does during the day.
Apparently, though, today there had been a chase of a young kid who stole some stuff from a store and led Mike and his fellow officers on quite the adventure through town. They eventually caught the kid and Mike got pretty animated at the table telling me all about it. Throughout the dinner, I noticed the kids were quiet but seemed to be off in their own little worlds (quiet at our dinner table is very rare).
I didn't think too much of all the quiet until Mike got up from the table. Clay looks at me and then almost verbatim repeats the story that Mike had just told. He had Mike's mannerisms down, he had his tone down, he formed his fingers walking on the table representing people just like Mike had and he showed me exactly how the bad guy had hidden and run away. The best part, though, was that it was all told first-person--he changed out Mike and all the officers to be himself and his little friends!
I had NO idea that Clay was even listening to the story- much less processing and memorizing it! Mike and I were cracking up! We're absolutely loving watching his imagination unfold and hearing the stories he tells.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
Baseball, Golf and a Little Sass on the Side
Clay comes into the room with a baseball bat and an ice scraper.
Me: What's that?
Clay: It's my baseball bat and my baseball.
Me: I don't think so.
A few minutes later...
Clay: Mom, where are those rocks?
Me: What rocks?
Clay: The ones that were in the bathroom sink.
Me: Daddy took them somewhere. We don't keep rocks in the house.
Clay: But Mo-om, I needed those rocks to be my golf balls! I'm gonna count to 3 and you need to call Daddy and tell him that you don't take away children's rocks.
Side note: He probably had more to say but this is when I interrupted him to remind him of the rules in the house and who does the counting around here. Needless to say, he won't be playing baseball with ice scrapers or golf with rocks in the living room (or anywhere else) anytime soon.
Me: What's that?
Clay: It's my baseball bat and my baseball.
Me: I don't think so.
A few minutes later...
Clay: Mom, where are those rocks?
Me: What rocks?
Clay: The ones that were in the bathroom sink.
Me: Daddy took them somewhere. We don't keep rocks in the house.
Clay: But Mo-om, I needed those rocks to be my golf balls! I'm gonna count to 3 and you need to call Daddy and tell him that you don't take away children's rocks.
Side note: He probably had more to say but this is when I interrupted him to remind him of the rules in the house and who does the counting around here. Needless to say, he won't be playing baseball with ice scrapers or golf with rocks in the living room (or anywhere else) anytime soon.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Schoolwork
Clay and I work on "schoolwork" each night after Carolina goes to bed (he's a night owl). I am so proud of the progress he has made and I love watching him work hard each night. I've given him a little grace over the years--I'm totally guilty of wanting him to just enjoy being a little boy and not pushing school until he was ready. He's totally ready now and so motivated, too!
We were working on this upper/lowercase letter sheet tonight for the first time and he did the "A" and the "E" first. I was cracking up when he connected the "O" and the "U". He very deliberately drew all the way around and told me, "I just don't want the line to crash into the other lines." Works for me.
The other page was our last page of the night (hence the sloppiness on the lines) and I asked him to write his name at the bottom of the page. I loved watching him think about each letter and getting each one right and so "pretty" on the paper. The best part, though, was the HUGE smile on his face when he realized that he had done it all by himself without my help. Of course I was making a big deal about it, too, but there's nothing like pride in your work and oh boy, did he have it!
We were working on this upper/lowercase letter sheet tonight for the first time and he did the "A" and the "E" first. I was cracking up when he connected the "O" and the "U". He very deliberately drew all the way around and told me, "I just don't want the line to crash into the other lines." Works for me.
The other page was our last page of the night (hence the sloppiness on the lines) and I asked him to write his name at the bottom of the page. I loved watching him think about each letter and getting each one right and so "pretty" on the paper. The best part, though, was the HUGE smile on his face when he realized that he had done it all by himself without my help. Of course I was making a big deal about it, too, but there's nothing like pride in your work and oh boy, did he have it!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tiny Dancer
Carolina's been taking dance/gymnastic combo classes this summer. I'll have to get some pics of her in her class on here soon but I have to say, it doesn't get much cuter than this!
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