Paparazzi
If a picture is worth a thousand words, Azul is just as chatty with the camera lens as he is with his mouth. He loves to take pictures; I have various “selfies” he has taken of himself, pictures of our cat Eddie and more Lego pictures than I know what to do with. He has his own camera, he uses mine and he uses my phone to capture his masterpieces. He has taken some really good pictures and I have encouraged this behavior, until, I was flipping through the pics on my camera, and to my surprise, found some images that I was not aware of… I was in the shower! Sorry, no picture of that included.
No Problem!
Azul is already in full Christmas mode! He has been creating his “want list” from catalogs we receive in the mail. While looking through The Land of Nod, he decided he wanted the Camper Play tent from us. I’m okay with that because I think it is super cool and have no problem getting him that for a present. And I have already measured out his room and am redesigning his bedroom layout so it will fit. Once he chose, I should have put the temptation away, but I left the catalog on the kitchen counter. Now his new “want” is the Rocket Shelf. It’s cool too! I was informed that, “You can get me the Rocket first and then the Camper.” I told him, “We can get you one or the other, but not both, so which one do you want?” Surprise, surprise, he replied, “I want both.” Standing my ground I say, “We will get you one of them as your Christmas present from us, which one do you want?” He looked at the catalog, turning the pages back and forth, obviously in a state of deep concentration. He then looked up and said, “I know, you can get me the Camper and you can tell one of your friends to get the Rocket for me!” That was not what I expected him to say and was near spitting out the water I was drinking…through my nose. He is quite the problem solver. Now, I’m the one with the problem.
My Cherub
Every once in a while, in the middle of a conversation, Azul will make a mad dash to the back door, open it, and run outside to the grass to pee. He does know not to go on the patio or the flowers, so that’s a good thing, I guess. This last time this happened, when he came back in, I asked him, “Why do you pee outside instead of going to the bathroom?” He answered, still pulling up his pants, “I like peeing outside!” Resigned, all I could say was, “Okay.”
Carmelina Hart 