Charlie's NO practice has paid off--he is becoming quite good at his NO-ing. So we have invented the NO game. Charlie and I stick our foreheads together, stare each other in the eye, and have a conversation like this:
Charlie: No.
Mommy: No.
C: No.
M: No.
C: NO.
M: NO!
C: NOnonononoNONONOno.
M: Yes!
C: NO.
M: NO!
Yeah, you get the idea.
After round three of this invigorating game, I'm changing Mr. Charlie's Pants. He is doing Pilates--grabbing his hands just below the knee and rocking his legs back and forth, twisting at the waist.
I forgot to check to see if he was pulling his navel towards his spine in proper Pilates form, because I was laughing so hard.
He was singing No, No, NO, NO, NO to the tune of The Blue Danube.
6 comments:
Isn't funny how every kid Charlie Pants age goes through the NO stage? Just like when Mel and Dixie turn 6 they will sing the childhood songs you remember (while slapping hands together) like...SEE SEE OH PLAYMATE!
AND when they are in the fourth grade they WILL collect stickers.
Garanteed!
I cannot comprehend the possibility of having 'Dixie' written on the bristles of your toothbrush.
Ok so I just realized it says paintbrush, not toothbrush. That makes more sense.
it was a large paintbrush
I *LOVED* stickers in the 4th grade, I had never thought about it in a cultural anthropology context. I always hoarded mine though, I was saving them for something important I guess.
Hi, I just found your blog via Ashley's Closet and it's cracking me up. My son SO does the same thing when changing his diaper. I have to practically wrestle him to the ground to keep him still.
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