March 21, 2008

Found this old blog post, which for some reason I wrote but never actually posted. From March 2008.

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Logan has always had some interesting words that he uses consistently even if he knows how to say the words the correct way. Case in point, for the longest time he said "puty" instead of "please" and "bye-ai" or "straw bye-ai" instead of "strawberry." Now he says "please" and "strawberry," but instead of "because" he says "cuzzin" (usually accompanied by a total non sequitor – as in, "I can't play my guitar cuzzin I like turkey sandwiches.")

He also repeats "some of", as in, "Mommy, can I have some of some of your tea?" or "Mommy, would you like some of some of my Play-Doh?" He also says things that make little to no sense – "noa koa cheesa" being one of them. We think it might have something to do with a preschool song, but we have yet to unravel the mystery. He used to randomly say, "Hass hamna," which had Will thinking he was speaking some form of ancient Arabic.

His responses and sense of logic are often very amusing. Today he said, "Mommy, I'm not feeling well." I said, "Why aren't you feeling well?" He said, "Cuzzin that's just how I am."

It was apparent to me a long time ago that my son is a morning person. He is cheerful in the morning. Like, CHEERful. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, he bounds out of bed with a smile on his lips and a song in his heart. Or the other way around. Whatever.

Now that Logan is actually sleeping through the night on a regular basis, Will gets up with him around six (actually, more like Logan runs in and wakes Will up) and they "hang out" before starting breakfast. I usually stagger out of the bedroom between six-thirty and seven, and Logan yells, "Hi, Mommy! Good morning, Mommy! You wanna come play wif me? You wanna do Play-Doh wif me? You wanna come get on the airplane wif me? I have two suitcases!" My response falls between a bleary-eyed grunt and a muttered, "Why don't I smell coffee yet?" Needless to say—and call me Mommie Dearest, if you must—no, my beloved son, I really don't want to play. I could care less about Play-Doh. I don't want to get on an airplane. I want a shower and breakfast, and I want it now.

Given Logan's and my wildly divergent strains of thought where morning is concerned, I was rather dreading Will attending a conference these past few days because it meant I was on morning duty. My nights with Shay are still not great and involve a lot of waking up, so while I feel pretty good, I'm not exactly getting eight hours of soul-soothing sleep here. So I went to bed kind of dreading what was to come. And sure enough, right at six, in comes Mr. Sunshine, tugging at the bedcovers and loudly announcing, "Mommy, it's time to get up! It's turning into daytime! You gotta wake up! It's turning into daytime!" My hasty, "Shh!!" went totally ignored, so I had to haul myself out of bed while trying to keep Shay asleep since trying to "get on an airplane" with the two of them at six AM is not my idea of a good time.

The good news is, and I'll say it again because it's been VERY big around here, Logan is actually sleeping through the night (not waking up ONCE), which is really a blessing all around. If you can get past the six AM Play-Doh and airplanes.