On the move

(Handing Mommy the garage door opener)

"Mommy. Garage. Door. Open."

(Why do you need to go to the garage, Ivan?)

"Car. Drive."

(Where are we going?)

.....(pause).....

"Duckiefarm!"

3am: "YUM YUM YUM! PANCAKES!!!"

I like pancakes.
I like pancakes a LOT.
I like to get up in the morning with mommy and help her stir the pancake batter.
If we have apples, she lets me stir the apple pieces in. I like apple pancakes.
Once, she made berry and peach pancakes. Those, I didn't like so much.
Today, we made overripe banana pancakes. YUM.

I think I could eat pancakes every day.
Last night, i dreamed about pancakes, and woke everybody up yelling for them.

Poor sick monkey me

Today's feverish conversations with Mom went like this.

"...bottle. Bottle....water. No, no, no. Milk. Milk."
(drink milk)
"No, done. ow. Hot. Ow. "
(what hurts, Ivan?)
"...body. Bunny. Sleepy."
(nap)
"...water. Ty-nol. Mommy, ty-nol."
(No, Ivan, we're not having Tylenol right now. Want to read a book?)
"...book. Book.....builder. Builder."
(You want to watch Bob the Builder?)
"...builder."

(mom note: Yes, we've caved and are letting him watch Bob the Builder during this flu, to keep him calm and entertained. Hopefully it isn't creating a monster...but I think "TV only when you're sick" isn't such a slippery slope. Plus he only is interested in it for like one half-hour episode. I'm rationalizing. Screw that, I'm the mom, and it's my decision so I'm standing by it so there.

Ahem.)

The language stuff, as you can tell, is pretty amazing in how far it's come. Mom gets it now. We can have real conversations, conversations where we're actually communicating with words. There are some funny in-jokes...she used to refer to me as "sleepy bunny" when I acted all tired, so now if hI sees someone yawning I'll say "Bunny?" as in, "are you a sleepy bunny?"

I can count to ten, and know some colors most of the time. I sing a couple of songs, sort of.
Like this one:
"Donna farm. Donna farm. Eee-iii-ooo. Tao, tao. Moo. Eee-iii-ooo. Ship, sip. Baaaa. Teekat, teekat, meeow. Eee-iii-oooo."

I give and receive things saying "Takooo;" if I hurt you and someone tells me to say sorry, I say "Sowee, ei-ei-ei" and will try to pet you.

Mom says I give amazing, heart-achingly sweet and genuine kisses and hugs.

I was in a bit of a mommy phase, but interestingly since this fever started I've wanted daddy more.