We joyfully announce to arrival of Matthew's 4th tooth! The delivery was long and hard, but both Matthew and the tooth are doing fine. We have named the tooth Epaphroditus which means "charming."
Our former speed-racing, garbage-disposaling, shovel-it-in-til-you-bust eater has suddenly become a slow, finicky, playin-with-his-food eater...in one fell swoop. We figure his growth spurt must be over. Scott broke the news to Matthew like this, "Well, Bubs, this might be as tall as you get."
Since M is my only child, I have no clue what is normal development for his age other than what I read in a book. So I'm just going to pretend that this is sheer genius stuff. It's so fun to see things "clicking" for him.
We have a wooden memory game and, for the last four times we have played, Matthew has matched all of the pictures correctly. Although we leave the "cards" face up, there are 6 different pictures (12 cards) for him to sort through. Last week, he didn't really seem to get the idea of "matching"...this week, he's a genius!
We have an animal puzzle with 8 pieces and was able to show me exactly where each piece goes. Last week, he would just pick up a cow and try putting it down wherever he felt like. This week...oh, you know...he's a genius!
He is beoming a master at the art of the spoon. Not just the getting it to the mouth part but the scooping part, too. Last week he was just a messy eater. This week...say it with me...he's a genius!
He is babbling like crazy this week. This is new for him...our quiet little guy. As he walks around the house playing, he jabbers non-stop. I'm quite sure he is speaking in foreign language...possibly two...with all correct pronunciation and inflection. Complex sentence structure. No slang. Because, of course, he's a genius!
BRING IT ON:
This update is about our rhyming games. The other morning Scott and I were in the bathroom getting ready for the day. I was talking about the multitude of stains on his clothes and mentioned, "Maybe when you eat you should wear a bib." When out of the blue he responded, "Maybe when you eat you should invite Andy Gibb."
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???? At 6 o'something in the morning...with a very sick wife...he brought on the rhyming challenge.
Tish: Maybe when you eat you should be in a crib.
Scott: Maybe when you eat you should join Women's Lib.
Tish: Maybe when you eat you should have Dr. Pibb.
Scott: That doesn't make sense.
Tish: What do you mean that doesn't make sense? It makes the most sense out of all of them.
(then I realized I said DR. Pibb instead of MR. Pibb)
Scott: Babes, I won't hold it against you that you're not a soda connoisseur.
OK....I have to give him some major points for creativity. I mean, who in the world thinks about Andy Gibb in the wee hours of the morning??? And I didn't even know he was familiar with the term "women's lib." So, he was really kickin' it.
HOWEVER, the game is not won for creativity but for endurance. And the last rhyming word came from my lips...can you say "WINNER!!!!!!!??"
