Miles is having a good time at summer camp this week. Just mornings to get some play with others and some structure.
Sorry we’ve been busy!
I will try to do a photo flash next week.
Safety
Me: is that box a helmet?
Miles: yeah, it’s my hard hard. My night hard hat. It keeps me safe from predators.
Everything gets classified
Miles is asking “why?” much less often, and instead wants us to classify everything. Like:
“What are these carrots?”
“They are carrot chips, still carrots, just cut different.”
“Oh, what kind of carrot chips?”
“Vegetables? For eating? That you are dipping in your ranch?”
“Oh yeah.” (Pause) “what kind?”
“Boathouse brand carrot chips”
“Yum!”
He also must know what street we are driving on at all times. He can tell you what street many things “live” on. Grandma, the park, the post office, Hacienda. He will forget, and when told where we are going, he’ll ask: “what street does that live on?”
Miles climbed up on my shoulder
Because he is a pirate parrot
Tattoo carrots
Star Wars temporary tattoos are making the best potty training reward. All tatted up at our house. Yep, all of us.
Superheroes vs nightmares
We were superheroes today. Miles alternately chased and ran from the nightmares. A few wonderful excerpts from our conversations as we were either running away from, or chasing our antagonists:
“I see the nightmares coming!”
“I have a superwatch ( on his wrist, and no he doesn’t), it’s red. Look at your watch like me! What time is it? My watch says it’s time for flying.”
“I need rope! For catching em!”
“He’s a big one”
“I hear birds, let’s talk to them. Not to the nightmares, they are scary.”
“This book is for the nightmares. They will read it.”
“We can’t! We don’t have swords! We are superheroes, not pirates.”
“The nightmares want to eat all our pancakes all gone that we eat sometimes.”
“We scared em. They drove away in their car to their cave (the laundry room)”
(Miles twists the pepper grinder making it snow pepper all over the table) “I made a mess for them! That’s a good idea, cause my pepper pieces are so they won’t touch any of this.”
Stream of Consciousness: Cookie Recipe
(Me) Ok, yes Miles, lets make cookies! How do we do that?
Bake em!
How?
Um…(checking off on fingers)…Sugar…Weep…
Weep?
Yeah! Weep! (Laughs like crazy!) No, that would be ewwy. Yuck. Platypuses are funny!
Platypuses?
Yeah! (laughs, makes raspberry noise)
Is that the sound Platypuses make?
Yep! But I can’t eat a platypus. Because cause cause. Because becaaaaause. Hi Dad. Bake cookies!
Miles sang his steam roller to sleep
He sings a lot now