Funny Andrew Stories

Story #1
Our friend Varnali visited us all the way from NYC last weekend!  I'll have to post more about her visit with some nice photos and everything when I get a chance, but I wanted to write this funny little story before I forget.

Varnali and I were up in Andrew's room reading to him before bedtime.  We have a book from the library all about animals and bugs you see in the spring.  So, I was asking Andrew to point to the bunnies' tails.  He pointed to the tails in the book.  Then he felt his bottom to see if he had a tail.  Then get got up off my lap and walked around to Varnali's back and inspected her bottom very seriously to see if she had a tail.  It was pretty funny and cute.

Story #2
The other night I was sitting at the dining room table doing something on my computer and my father-in-law asks me from the kitchen "Carolyn, has someone been stabbing these bananas?  They have all these stab holes in them."  I just started busting up laughing.  Andrew likes to stand on a chair at the kitchen counter so he can be involved in what I'm doing while I cook.  The bananas and the knives aren't kept too far from each other on the counter.  (Yes, I know, I need to get those knives out of Andrew's reach).

Andrew's First Sentence

Andrew's expressive language is definitely expanding exponentially.  It seems that every day I hear him say a new word or two.  He also started identifying words in the songs I sing to him before bed.  So in the middle of "Hush Little Baby" I'll hear him say "baby", "mama", and "woof woof" (for the dog named Rover that I'll buy him if the cart and bull I bought him turn over.  For a long time I've been trying to get him to put too of his common words together into a sentence.  "Night-night Daddy", "Bye-bye Nana", or "Hi Mama" are all things we've tried to get him to say.  Well, a couple of weeks ago he finally said his first sentence.  Drum roll, please...

"No more poop."

Said during diaper changes, of course.  Yep, I've got good blackmail material.  Although, it seems to be pretty normal for toddlers to want to talk about bodily functions.  The first sentence my Grandma Olive heard me say?  To my doll who had just fallen off the swing and onto the ground, "Did you wet your pants again?"