Jonah loves Hulk! LOVES HIM. Why? Dunno. The man makes me quite nervous. I think Jonah likes him because he’s always allusive; they can never really find him, and then WHAMO! He’s throwing people literally to the moon. He loves “Fight Shows” and asks to fight us all the time. He got mad at Dust today because he forgot to take his large monkey, Bob, to Grandma’s. “But I wrestle with Bob” he explained. Luckily he then said “Mama has animals. I wrestle those.” PHEW!
And, in the nature of all things superhero, I have to say that is how I feel. There are these weird moments in parenthood. I remember feeling this at about 16 months as well, when he sortof became a “toddler.” I mean, he wasn’t a baby, he could walk and do things on his own, and understand nearly everything we said. I woke up one day and wondered “where did my baby go?” He just went into the booth as a baby and came out as a toddler.
Well, we have been in that stage until the last week. Lately he is … well… he’s done. I mean, he understands EVERYTHING now. He came out as something that GETS it. He spills the beans about other people’s secrets he is so wise. He asks for everything by it’s real name, like “power ranger” instead of “HeeYAH”. He thinks before he answers questions. “Chocolate milk. No… apple juice. ya’ apple juice.” He gets puzzled. I think ALMOST the cutest thing about him is his hands in the air shoulder shrug he’s got going on. His face gets all scrunched up and he gives you the “WTF?” face. His voice sounds all weird as he tries to talk while holding his face that way, I LOVE IT!
Plus, last week I was saying things to him like “Jonah, do you remember…..” Yesterday he asked me. “That show with fire cage. You remember? Mom? You remember fire cage?” Yes. “I want to watch that.” Then I had to try really hard to remember which fight show had a fire cage in it.
Every night as we are putting Jonah to bed, we say “Jonah, you had a great day today, you got to play with grandma, and you saw Thomas, and now it’s time to lay down and sleep” So, now, he says that to us when we lay him down. “Bouncy house and roar bones” he says. (which is never true. But he ALWAYS says “bouncy house and roar bones” in that tone we use when trying to get him to relax.)
Here is another cute story: He was playing with his castle and his dinos the other night before bed. So, then we told him it was bed time. We told him to put his dinos to bed. He laid them all on their side and said “you play in castle” in that tone! He was saying night-night to the dinos and going over what they had done, and it was totally true! They had played in the castle! CUTEST!
He told me that he would pee in the potty every day now if I found power ranger underwear and had power ranger pee-treats. So.. um… HELP! I even looked on ebay and they haven’t made that since the mid 90′s. Stupid Netflix. So, anyone know how to sew? I’ll find the fabric, you make me about 6 pairs of power ranger undies for a stinking skinny little butt, or ONE OF US might DIE!
Anyway, he has turned into something older than a toddler recently, is my point.
