Firetruck

I don't know how he sits in this thing, but it is a perfectly logical firetruck, what with the hose and all.

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A Memorable Thanksgiving Morning

We're getting ready to leave for dinner, but we've already had a very eventful morning. I won't place blame on who had said they would be up, but we found ourselves with an awake boy and sleeping parents around 10:30. At some point Jameson had told me that he wanted breakfast (second breakfast at this point), and I told him to ask Nathan, thinking he was up. And so our creative boy took matters into his own hands.

Jameson has a "stove" that I made for him, with oven door and sink, plus mini pots and pans and plastic food. So when Jameson came to my bedside saying, "Momma, want an egg?", I was expecting to see his plastic egg. But instead, I saw one of his pans with a egg in it. A cracked egg. With no shell. It looked like he was about to fry it. The yoke wasn't even broken!

So of course, I asked him where the rest of the egg was. He merrily lead me to the kitchen, where a large bowl sat on a chair, with a fair amount of eggy goop in the bottom. But still no shells.

"Where is the rest of the egg? The white part?"

"Oh! In my room!"

I was still in a haze of confusion, so this is the point that Nathan, still in the living room, figured it out ahead of me. "Is there egg all over his room?"

Yes. Yes, there was. Jameson's stove was dripping with egg, and a few more pans were "cooking" there. He had closed the lid of the toy box, and had put his egg carton (a clean, used one) on there. And he had filled it. By my count, it was 5 eggs he had taken from the refrigerator. All smashed and drained. It looked like he had simply cracked them in his fist, and obviously gotten quite good at it.

So, he was plopped into the bath, toys, books and everything else was taken to the backyard or dishwasher, and I mopped very well. We've been telling Jameson that eggs stay in the kitchen, not to take food from the refrigerator without Momma, and play food is for playing, real food is for cooking. We'll see.

I wanted to get pictures, but the battery was dead. Probably for the best. Now I can remember how funny it all was, instead of remembering the mess.

Trash Can?

We came down to the main library for a farmers market and story time. But it's preschool time, not toddler time, so Jameson got antsy having to sit still for so long. In the children's section they have this carpeted cylinder to climb in. I don't know what it's supposed to be, but Jameson insists it's a trash can.

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Horn

Aunt Leah is visiting, and she came over to play with Jameson this morning. He was driving his 'truck' around and she helped him rig up a 'horn'. He decided that this horn doesn't say "honk" or "beep". It says "HORN".




(There should be a video. If there isn't, click here)

After all that silliness, Jameson wanted to try on Leah's hat. She said it would be too big, but I told her she might be surprised.


He has a big head.


In an attempt to tire him out, we went to Target. Grocery shopping is much easier with an Auntie to distract the boy. They found a couch to sit on.


And Jameson wandered over to the vacuums. But he got a little scared and needed to hold on to Leah's leg.


We came home and Leah made a grilled cheese for Jameson. He helped...


...by eating the cheese.

Scoopers

Jameson has all three of his big trucks out digging in the dirt. The excavators really are scooping dirt into the dump truck, and he makes beep beep noises as the dump truck dumps it all back out. He's been at this for 15 minutes and doesn't look like he'll be stopping any time soon.

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Cooking

Jameson and I made an apple strudel. He was a big help, especially in getting rid of those pesky "extra" apple slices.

I didn't really want him playing with the flour and spices, so I gave him some pumpkin seeds and the measuring cups. He ate some seeds, found paper plates by the microwave to serve them on, and in general made a wonderful mess.

Halloween

I can't believe this is Jameson's third winter. He is so big, so smart and so aware. He's learning new things every day, picking up words and phrases and getting very good at communicating.

Last night he asked for his fire truck book before bed. I started looking for his 'big trucks' book and asked Jameson if he knew where it was. "It's in the trash, Mom."

Turns out he was referring to a catalog of toy trucks that he had ripped up earlier in the day. And it was, in fact, now in the trash.

More pictures from Halloween here.