Mikro sometimes talks in his sleep. Some of the things I've heard in the middle of the night while he was asleep next to me are: a recitation of car names, a request to watch NASCAR IMAX, Calliou or Teletubbies, a list of the Teletubbies and what color they are and their favorite things, "Teletubbies [love each other] veddy much!", Mama Daddy Baby, "want yogurt, abeddy [blueberry] apple!" "outside, walk!" "big hug" and "gennamin [gentlemen], start your engines!"
This morning, he sat up with his eyes closed, not yet really awake and proclaimed:
"Mmmmmmmmmm, Mike. Dat me!"
He's more verbal every day. He has his Teletubbie videos memorized. He's singing the "Won't you be my Neighbor" and "Good Feeling" songs from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. He knows all the character names on Caillou.
He counts to twenty and knows all the primary, secondary and tertiary colors. He knows lots of animals and the sounds they make. He reads simple words. His favorite books are "My Race Car", "Llama Llama Red Pajama" and "The Big Red Barn" and he can point out words on the page and identify them, as well as recite some parts of the stories from memory.
He loves it when we are out in public and he gets a bit fussy and I quote the Llama book: "Silly Llama, What a tizzy, Sometimes Mama's very busy. Please stop all this Llama Drama, and be patient for your Mama. Little Llama, don't you know, Mama Llama loves you so!" Llama Drama is a favorite phrase.
He doesn't quite say "I love you" yet- it comes out "I you!".
He gives the best hugs and kisses in the universe.
He still drives me nuts about his eating habits, though-- he only wants the same thing, over and over again. Yogurt, mama milk, stuffed shells, baked ziti, macaroni and cheese and Gerber pureed bananas. Those are his staples. He'll also eat a bit of lentil, pea or vegetable soup, and sometimes pizza. He thinks if he eats out, he MUST have vanilla ice cream.
He uses plastic forks, knives (to stir and get stuff out of the corners, not really to cut anything) and spoons and is very adamant about feeding himself, which he does very neatly. He cries and yells for a wipe if he spills anything.
He will only drink water, and only from sports bottles. No straws, juice boxes, sippy cups, regular cups, etc. I think that's a carry over from when he had the flu and was dehydrated and we had to do the forced fluids thing. He won't let us near him with any of the things he remembers traumatically from that episode...
I bought him a NASCAR pedal car, which he likes to drag around, but seems afraid to ride in. He doesn't understand the pedals yet. I think he's scared of them because they move...
He takes long walks with us, and is really good about holding Daddy's hand.
He has his two year molars coming in, poor guy, but for the most part, he's full of smiles and giggles. Every night I tell him he's sweet, funny, smart and good, and that I am so lucky to be his mama. Then he curls up next to me and nurses to sleep.