The last week with Jake has been so much fun! He has been doing the cutest things, saying the darndest things and living outside.
Okay, not literally, I wouldn't let him live outside, he just would much rather be out there than in the bathtub, eating (unless it's popsicles or ice-cream), or gosh forbid, going to bed.
Because of the gorgeous weather, every time we have gone inside the house for bath and bed after playing with the dog, the cat, cutting the grass and smelling the flowers (yes my boy smells flowers, and he loves it, don't judge me), the only way I seem to get him to take off his shoes is a popsicle.
Does that make me an “easy” mom?
I dunno, but it's super cute when my hand is grasped and those big blue eyes look up to mine and a grin spreads widely across Jake's face and a tongue slides across his lips. All while being dragged to the freezer.
Yes Jake, I know what you wish for, and sadly you need a bath and if it works, it works. It's summer now, I think that's a good reason for popsicles.
Next thing, on my drive home from work last Thursday, Jake all of the sudden decided to tap his head and say, “Tada, Tada”
Where on earth did he get that?
Must be on some Treehouse show I'm unaware of.
Anyway, he continued that, so I did the same.
His response?
“Mom, no me do it. You can't say that.”
Alright then, the mom has been told. So, I start my own thing later that evening after Jake skinned his knee running on the gravel. This was the first time he drew blood from a scrape on the gravel, so to stop him from crying and make him laugh, I began tapping my head and saying goober. Yes, goober. He loved it, and he did his tada.
So we now had a cycle of tadas and goobers all the way up the stairs to get dressed for bed. And guess what? Without a popsicle. Oh yes, score one for mom.
Can I just say that when a two-year-old tries to eat a big scoop of ice cream from the Agassiz, that it is not tidy by any means, but very entertaining.
First, the licks, then the bites, then comes outsmarting the ice-cream melting down the cone, his idea, a high-ho. Not a big one, just a toy one of course. So picture this, blue bubblegum ice-cream cone in one hand and a yellow and grey high-ho in the other.
What does a boy do?
Scoop the ice-cream up with the bucket, then proceed to put the bucket which Jake calls a machine into his mouth, then suck it out.
Yep, Jake definitely thinks this is the best thing since microwave popcorn (but that's a story for another day). We're talking three-quarters of his cone was eaten this way, and I could not help but chuckle every single time.
Where is a camera when you need one?
The last one I'll share for now, “mom, beer please.”
Excuse me?
What do you know about beer?
You are two years old, not a chance. The next step he takes?
Opening the fridge, grabbing a can, placing it on the table, asking for help to open it, and then a pout when told, no. Okay, I think I should be safe for awhile, until he figures out how to crack the can. But see, as a mom, I am thinking ahead. What's my plan you ask?
Fill a beer case with canned juice.
I'm just kidding, obviously I won't keep beer in the house at that point, but it was a good idea wasn't it?