Jay: Can I have some? Am I allergical?
Me: No, Jay, you're not allergic to them anymore! You can eat them!
Jay: They won't make me itchy?
First, "allergical"...how funny a word is that? And so good of him to remember the word "allergy" in some form. So the last time we had Doritos around (at least in Jaydon's presence) must have been since before last September, because that's when we learned Jaydon was not allergic to dairy anymore. I do recall having Doritos in the house and telling Jaydon that he couldn't have them because they would make him itchy. He must have been somewhere around 2 1/2. Once I told him it would make him itchy, he didn't ask to try them again. For being so young, it's amazing how aware he is of his food allergies and the negative affects they would have on his body...self-preservation at its finest.
I'll say again that we are sooooo happy that Jaydon is not allergic to dairy anymore. Brian and I have a weakness for Doritos and, thankfully, Jaydon can indulge with us every once in a while.
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Jay has started to use the phrase "I don't know." Fortunately, I believe he uses it sincerely and says, "I don't know" when he really doesn't know something. If (or "when" is probably a more appropriate word choice here) I catch him using the phrase in some devious way, I'll be sure to blog about it.
I wondered when he would finally pick this phrase up. I'm surprised it wasn't earlier since I'm sure I say it daily. I'm happy that he's started using it, too, because now I feel like he understands what it means. In the past, saying something like "I don't know where your blue butterfly is" would just drive him crazy, due in large part to the fact that I just don't think he understood what that meant...very frustrating for us both.
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Here's a phrase I hear a lot: "Mom, will you come play with me?". If I'm in the middle of something, I usually respond with, "I'll come play with you when I'm done (with whatever I'm doing, ie, two more pots to wash, sweeping, etc...)." He usually doesn't make a big fuss about it, and he's really good playing on his own. I do try to be good about making it over there to play with him when I say I will. Sometimes he's more persistent than other times, and he'll ask me over and over again (feels like every 10 seconds), "Can you come play with me? Are you done yet?".
A few days ago I was at the kitchen sink with my back to him. After a few rounds back and forth of "...come play with...when I'm done...are you done yet...", Jay says to me...
"I will sit on the trash can and wait for you."
This sounded interesting. I'd never seen him sit on our trash can before (it's one of those metal oval trash cans from Target, maybe a little over 2 1/2 feet tall - it comes to about his chest height). I turned around, and sure enough, there he was sitting on our trash can, as happy as can be, waiting for me. I probably should have rambled on about how sitting on trash cans was not appropriate, but I couldn't help smiling at him instead. He looked so adorable. I wish I had the camera to take a picture.
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Here's another phrase I hear often from Jay these days:
"Come on, Mom. Let's go. Come on."
He says it so cheerfully. In fact, it's so sweet, sometimes I hate to have to tell him I'm not ready yet or I can't participate at that moment. Funny how life works out because whenever I say, "Come on, Jay. Let's go. Come on.", especially when I use my cheerleader voice, I expect (and hope) that he'll jump right to it and rush over to my side.
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