Sterling does some really funny things lately that I don't really know how to incorporate into a blog except to list them. Here are the top five:
5. Our phone charger cords have become an item of fascination. He likes to plug them into the wheels of his monster trucks and, "Look a' this one! Sterling get gas, Momma!" He begs me to go to Costco to get gas, and when he's in a parking lot, he will invariably open someone else's gas tank lid. Apparently, we've expanded our obsession with cars from "dual exhaust" to gas tanks...
4. He says "sorry" to everything. If he hurts you, he says sorry. If he kicks the ball the wrong direction, he says sorry. If I swat his behind for being naughty he says (albeit sadder), "Sorry, Momma." No, don't be misled- he is not repentant for what he has done. By this, he is saying, "Say sorry, Momma." And usually I do, except when he's been extra-special naughty.
3. Michelle burned some Raffi CD's for us that we play in the car sometimes at Sterling's request to "listen Raffi Song?". A couple weeks ago, he began singing along. I wasn't sure what I was hearing at first because it was mostly mumbled and very quiet, until the parts he knew well which he would sing out loud (and on tune!). Absolutely adorable to hear him sing Frère Jacques.
2. Sometimes I'll find him in our bathroom with one of our contacts cases that he's filled up with eye solution and he is putting his finger in the liquid and then in his eye (somberly and repeatedly). When he sees me watching he says, "Sterling put 'a contacts, Momma."
1. He says, "Whoa... EA-sy Momma," when I go around a corner too fast in the car. This he learned from his father.
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6 years ago
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How fun is that!!?? It reminds me of my grandson, Cole's fascination with outlets. He calls plugs and outlets "owlet" and try as they might, I don't think anyone has convinced him that outlets are an "ow." When he was here last week, he wanted to move the plug for my shredder from one outlet to another...and he did. Tipped the shredder over in the process and came in to me with a basketball sized ball of shredded paper! I was so busy laughing at the trail of shredded paper and at his innocence in trying to "clean up" that I could hardly clean up myself. I should have taken a picture....
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