Matthew has always enjoyed playing with his Aunt Pam's set of bowls. Probably because it's the only cabinet he's allowed to play in. Normally he likes to stack them up or turn them upside down and play them like a drum set, but this particular day he decided he needed to arrange them a little differently. He took them one by one from the kitchen to the odd room as it has been affectionately named. He'd grab one, run and mumble something, put it down, and then run and come get another one. We were both laughing.
Matthew has some funny and often times frustrating quirks at the moment. He's recently decided he wants to pick out his own clothes, so I have to hold him up in the closet while he ever-so-slowly picks out what he wants to wear. But then it's like a wrestling match trying to get the darn clothes on his wiggling body. He has a potty book that he really likes and he keeps asking me to let him sit on that potty. Every time I have to explain to him that it's just a picture in the book, but he can go sit on the potty in the bathroom. No. He's all about doing things by himself thank you very much such as getting in and out of the bathtub, in his carseat, buckling the stroller, turning on the light to the bathroom, opening doors, etc. Boy, if you don't let him do it by himself you get these two angry fists of fury shaking in your face. It's funny.
Saturday morning we took Matt to the park and he quickly made his way over to a little boy very close to his age who had 4 or 5 big trucks all around him. Matt sat and watched him and kept slowly inching his way closer hoping that the boy would share his toys. Matt finally got brave enough to reach out his arm to touch one of the trucks and the boy immediately snapped at him, no--mine!! The mother was busy with her infant and she gave a mild, please share comment to her older son but he just grabbed his trucks all the more tightly. Matt continued to sit there. After a while the little boy left his post and Matt befriended his mother and was able to play with the trucks. I was impressed at how patient he was.
That afternoon we went swimming at the pool and followed it up with dinner at Dairy Queen. Yum! I was drawn there solely for their new Girl Scouts thin mint blizzard, and boy let me tell you it was the best blizzard treat I've ever had! DQ will be seeing me again soon. Matthew enjoyed his chicken and gravy as he calls it, and sharing ice cream with Steven & I.
Sunday evening the Reners came over to join us for dinner, and the kids had some pool time. Good times as always. Matthew drained his juice box in seconds flat. On the rare occasion that he gets juice, he makes it count!
Yesterday afternoon Matt and I went to the house to check on the progress. The cabinets had a coat of paint of them and the faucet fixtures had been installed. I was in the hall bath taking pictures and I heard a splashing of water coming from the master bath and Matthew saying, "uh-oh!" I ran in there and he had turned the new faucet on and completely soaked himself. At least we know they work...and at least he turned it off by himself. I calmed him down and stripped him down before he could manufacture any tears and we cleaned up the mess. He went topless the rest of the evening. It's dusty, but here is the fixture:
Here's our shower...still not grouted and is dirty, but here you go:
It's really hard to get a good angle for a photo. Guess you'll just have to come see for yourself!
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