He went through a stage recently where he would only want to wear his monster all in one polar fleece PJs instead of pants. I would tie the arms around his waist to form a sort of belt so they wouldn't fall down. I didn't care so much but it was the middle of summer so I can't imagine polar fleece was very comfortable. Each to their own though.
He has a bit of an obsession with cats. He likes to get books with pictures of animals in and says 'Nooo' and shakes his head at every animal in every picture until he gets to a cat. Every other animal is called 'no'. Cats are 'dats'. He tries to call our cats by waving his arm in the air and rubbing his thumb and forefinger together like hes trying to click and then yelling 'ddaaaAAAHHaaaat!'.
He calls his father 'Dad Dii'.
I am 'Daddaa'. Like a lesser, more inferior version of his father. (which technically, in his eyes, is probably true)
We play this game every day where I say "can you say ..Nose!" and he repeats the word, usually pretty well if he knows them (as in he knows what it means, what it does and how he can take it apart with a screwdriver). Try and get him to say 'Mama' or 'mummy' and its 'Daddaa'.
Needless to say, he hasn't really mastered the english language yet.
He says 'oh no!' at least 219407324 times a day. Sometimes he drops things on purpose just to say it, I swear.
Before bed he has to kiss everyone goodnight. He runs around the room going 'mmmmmm!' and poking his face out, lips puckered. If you take too long to respond his MmMmMMs get louder and louder and he starts pointing at you frustratedly.
If he can possibly get away with it, he will pretend hes forgotten that he has already kissed everyone goodnight and do another round. Hes got good stalling tactics.
Sometimes he is such a little douchebag to his sister and other times hes so so kind. He will fetch her a rattle and shake it in front of her before handing it over. Then he will get a burp cloth and wipe her drool/spill up (all the while saying in his little concerned voice 'oh no! OOH NO!') and he will pat her head affectionately.
I love the way he can sleep. Sometimes if we have put him to bed and hes decided its not time for sleep he will be a monster and destroy his bed. He will pull all the sheets and mattress protector up, sometimes throwing it all out of the cot but usually he will pile it up in the middle with all his soft toys and you can tell he was laying over it screaming before suddenly just falling asleep, atop the pile.
I go in there at night and remake the bed underneath him, tuck him in and kiss his head. He NEVER wakes up.
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