weinraub’s words

Says it all.

So proud, I can hardly type through my tears.

Benjamin recently rebuffed Annie’s attempt to wake him by replying “Leep. Lone.”

Translation: “Sleeping. Leave me alone.”

Just love that kid.

Here are two recent drawings from Becca. so proud of them I just wanted to share.

Not a bug

Apparently, torsos are optional.

Draw and name your family

The instructions for this school assignment were to draw pictures of your family and write their names underneath. Becca did all the mechanics herself, though I did suggest some positioning and I did have to verbalize some of the letters so she could write them.

Torsos seem to have made it into this creation.

I don’t know why I get glasses. I think she is playing with the technique of adding glasses to her characters. And couldn’t be more pleased that I seem to have a tail. A tail.

And Annie has turned into a blonde. Woo hoo!

Also notable is that she intentionally made angry eyebrows for Benjamin. They’ve been fighting a bit lately.

Way to go Becca!

Benjamin has now begun to use two expressions, one Thai and one English, to express that he wants to do something for himself.

In Thai, to “do it myself” is ทําตัวเอง (tam dtua eng). In keeping with the apprently-now-standard Weinraub early-development pattern of using only the last syllable of anything he wants to express, Benjamin pronounces this as eng. So, when he wants to to do something by himself, without assistance, he will bellow Eng! Eng!.

More recently, he has started using an English version. But instead of “Do it my self” or even the single syllable “It”, he comes out with “Do it! Do it!” as he grabs for the remote or the keys or the scissors or the flamethrower, etc. The pronunciation resembles a kind of run-together, single word, almost a “Doowit”.

Very cute!

Man, my cup of parental pride just runneth over.

Last night, after returning from swimming, we put Benjamin in a long shirt, almost a night-shirt, and we had not yet bothered to put pants on him. No biggie, he’s mostly got the toilet training down, typically announcing his intention to pee and then running off to do his business, usually in the bathroom, though sometimes outside, firing a stream off the front-steps, off the porch, etc. He still wears a diaper while sleeping.

As it got close to bedtime, we started to turn down the lights, to lower the volume on the TV, all that stuff that begins the transition into “quiet-time”, etc. The kids were alone in the bedroom for a few minutes watching TV.

Before Annie or I got a chance to go back inside and get everybody off to bed, Benjamin emerged from the room to show us that he had sourced a new diaper from the shelf and had put it on all by himself.

Holy smokes! 2 years, 4 months?

That’s my boy!