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The Bilingual Baby

Tre is 21 months old and surprises me every day with something new that he’s learned.  The kid is like a sponge, just soaking up anything that comes his way and I couldn’t be happier.  For the past month or so, he has been working on mastering his ABC’s and numbers (up to 10) and he has them down pact, recently he learned his colors and can pick out any color block or crayon that you ask him to and tell you what that color is.  A few days ago when I came home, he read me a book.  This was a shocker, because for once I didn’t have to read the same book 20 million times in a row.  Instead he brought the book to me and said “readabook”, as I began reading he turned around, put his finger to his mouth and shhh’d me.  I was baffled so I just shut up & to my surprise, he took over.  Picking out a few words from each page and then saying the associated animal sound.  I was impressed to say the least, but his most recent educational endeavor is just down right scary.

Alien or Human?

This one is going to be pretty short, but after the last post, I needed to write a feel good story to brighten the mood of the site.  As you guys know, in order to obtain a feel good story, I have to look no further than my own kids.  Yesterday, Ty and I were playing and he noticed a blue dot on my foot and asked what it was.  I wasn’t exactly sure what it was, it looked like a spec of dirt or something that I picked up from the floor.  So I did the most logical thing, I made something up.  Now I could have been like any normal parent and just told him that it was some dirt or lent from the floor and kept it moving.  But where would the fun be in that right?  So instead, I fabricated a story about the origins of the blue dot, which led to a 30 minute battle of wits between Ty and myself.  Why am I matching wits with a 5 year old? Because it’s great bonding time and listening to his logic is hysterical.

Happy Birthday Ty

Today our oldest boy turns 5 years old; well actually as far as he’s concerned, he’s been 5 for the past 3 days already.  Ty was having a tad bit of difficulty grasping the concept that the day we were celebrating his birthday, wasn’t his actual birthday.  After going through a few mental exercises to drive this point home to him, we finally conceded and decided that it’d be best to just let the kid think his birthday was on Saturday; the day of his party.  It worked out pretty well, until yesterday that is, when he went to his “Kindereadiness” class. 

Hey there, welcome back. If you missed yesterdays post, which is part 1 to this story go check it out, here.

So yesterday I explained how it was brought to my attention that our oldest son had taken to a life of cheating. After witnessing this unbelievable travesty, swift action was needed to ensure that a life as a con artist was not the path that he’d be following.

A Cheater In His Habitat

Have you ever wondered how kids learn to cheat?  Is it something that they see others doing and just pick up, or is it in them from birth?  Those are questions that I’ve been asking myself lately and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s pure instinct.  I think we’re all born with it, and it just comes naturally.  Through our desires of winning and succeeding, we find a way to make it happen, even if it isn’t attainable on our own merit.  You may be asking what drove me to make such a brazen claim.  Well, I had a test subject and his name was Ty, and you know what, one day my test subject decided to cheat!  Once he did, it was game time! Operation “Stop The Cheater” was in full effect and Fefe & I were ready to unleash a shock and awe campaign.

I absolutely enjoy introducing my favorite childhood experiences to my kids.  This ranges from games to cartoons, or even crazy traditions that my parents did with me.  Sometimes the ideas go over really well and the kids love it, and then there are those times when things don’t click just right.  Yesterday was one of those days.  I introduced Ty to the game of “Hot or Cold” and it was a disaster.

Anybody that knows me will tell you that I’m a big kid at heart.  So the majority of the time, playing with the kids is more of a treat than a choir. I love creating goofy, crazy games to play with Ty & Tre.  The kids love it; they’re naturally silly anyway.  With that being said, bare witness to our super awesomely cool blues band: “Blue Pans & Bang Bang”.