Sunday, May 7, 2017


29 months

Chester is starting to listen to the sounds in words and think about what letter they start with. 

He loves books and often asks for one to sleep with. The other day he sat on his little chair and read a book to his stuffed dog, "Robbie" (this is the first stuffed animal he has named beyond identifying what kind of animal it is). 

Things have not been going well with his daycare--we are very dissatisfied with it and don't have other choices right now. He is incredibly flexible, though, and just goes with the flow. That, at least, is a relief. 

He's taken to asking both parents for anything he wants. He has to compare notes before he accepts defeat. And he is quite aware that daddy is more likely to give him nice foods and shows. 

​He announced the other day, happily, that he is pissed. I guess it's time to restrict my language further (didn't even realized that I said that much). Alas. ​

He's hilarious--intentionally and unintentionally: Riffing off a book on early locomotives we have, at dinner he claimed that there was prairie dog rather than chicken in his chicken gravy. After his uncle showed him a skunk, every time I tell him that he's being bad, he asks if I'm going to spray stinky on him. The other day I asked him what an ancestor is (it's in one of our books); he got excited and said, "Nana is my ancestor!"

He is obsessed with dragons recently. We told him he was a brave knight after getting some blood taken and now he proclaims that widely.

When we're having dinner and Francisco and I get to talking about stuff, Chester interrupts us, saying, "What are you guys talking about?"

30 months

Down to nursing one time a day!

He has never had a blanket, but he's recently become very attached to my tea towel--it is his apron and priest outfit, as well as a picnic blanket. Plus he sleeps with it.

I don't think I recorded it here, but sometime a little before he turned two, he started sleeping through the night. Bliss!

He remains, however, a terrible napper. I can't always get him down; thankfully, daycare usually can.

He now talks nonstop and asks why constantly. It's a combination of super annoying and hilarious. The stories he tells!

His favorite color is brown.

Almost 31 months

For lent, we're trying to sing a verse of "Lord of All Hopefullness" at the appropriate time of day. 

Lord of All Hopefulness 

1. Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
Whose trust, ever child-like, no cares can destroy,
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.
2. Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe,
Be there at our labors, and give us, we pray,
Your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.
3. Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace,
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
Your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
4. Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm,
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
Your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.

This mostly only works for us at nighttime. We each (including the kid) hold a sheet of paper and sing. The kid never starts to sing until he's holding the sheet of paper, as if he doesn't know the words until he reads them. Other times he insists on holding the sheet for his father, but holds it so far away that his father can't see the words. 

He knows most of the words of the Lord's Prayer now, although he's silly right before bed and often recites them in a silly voice. 

He starts every question with, "Hey" right now--I guess he picked this up from me. And after every answer we give, he says, "Oh." 
​31 months

He has begun to dissolve into tears at the slightest thing--I put blue socks on him instead of brown, we ran out of sour cream for our chili. Or my personal favorite: We insisted on accompanying him to the counter of our local fast food spot to buy ice cream together. He would have preferred that we give him the money and let him do it himself. The kid is 2 and a half. ​
​32 months

Sometimes when he's playing priest, he says, "The holy gos-i-pel."

He's been able to say almost all of the Lord's Prayer for some time now (although rarely can be cajoled into keeping his attention through the whole thing), but at some point we switched to chanting in together before bed and he likes that so much more. It's amazing what music does for a toddler. 

1 comment:

Hopkins said...

I like each one of these vignettes better than the last!