So I'll fix that.
He is finally making headway in the speech department. I thought he had a delay, so I had him assessed, and was told he scored in the 4 year old category for language and reception by our local speech and language pathologist of the headstart program. I am both shocked, and amazed at this information, but elated too. I've noticed a drastic change the past month, and now he is finally doing better with sentence structure. So we'll keep doing what were doing.
He says kiwi instead of kitty (kiwi cat), and it cracks us up. R has declared our cat to be named Jill Kiwi Loprinzi because she needed a middle name, and he thought it was funny that K calls her that.
He use to attempt to hold Jill by her neck, I told him to hold one arm under her butt, he said "gross, I not gonna touch Kiwi's butt! Disgusting!" After a bit he figured it out. The cat thanks him.
He still gets a little wild with her. She is one "loved" kiwi-cat.
He won't poop in the toilet, and it drives me wild. No bribery of food, toys, fun will convince him otherwise. He would be golden in the potty business if he did, he wakes up every morning dry. There are worse things in the world to fret over, he'll get it in time.
He is such a middle child, and plays so well by himself. I'm a middle child, so bias I am sure, but he is amazing.
He LOVES lincoln logs,
He playing loves trains, and obsessed over driving over train tracks - "mom we going to go over train tracks now..."
and playing outside.
a take-apart-toy guru
Well known for falling asleep just minutes before arriving at home, then waking up and acting as if he never fell asleep.
When he gets bored he says "I'anna EAT!" which happens a gazillion times a day and may, or may not be extremely annoying.
He is the first to rise in this house. Always. He comes into my room, and grabs my cell phone and plays on it, sometimes ordering expensive games...for 30 minutes everymorning while we sneak in some more sleep.
He looks forward to taking R to the bus stop every morning, and then picking him up in the afternoon. He says "Oh, my Rykie bear is coming home, he comes on the big yellow bus!"
note - this is a cheap-o car he picked out as a "poop prize." He earned it, and refers to it as "poop bus"
He also frequently asks about "kay" of which is an often debate in the car between him and R of the correct pronunciation
K is obsessed with fruit snacks.
He loves warm, clean blankets fresh from the dryer. And looks adorable all snuggled up in em'.
When he tries to fold his hands, his fingers get all goofy, and it makes me smile. His crazy hair on the crown of his head makes me smile too, the way it sticks up all crazy when it gets too long.
He has lovingly named all of his stuffed monkeys "George"
He loves rides on daddy's shoulders
Giggling swing rides from his big brother
causing trouble with his little sister
and taking cheese ball pictures with his mama
Most of all he is our sweet, sweet guy. He is the middle kiddo, big and little brother, our Kip, Kippy, Kipster, Bubba, Piplin. And he brings us so much joy.
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