Clothes inspector

Lately Nolan has really gotten into complimenting people on their clothes. I don’t really know where he got this. I don’t really think Greg and I go around all day complementing each other on our pants and shirts. But I have to remember that often with Nolan all it takes is one time, and it’s ingrained for eternity, to be suddenly revealed and repeated a year and a half later. A few weeks ago I heard him do it for the first time when he told a random little girl his age that he liked her ‘pretty purple shirt’. Last week he also started noticing my clothes, it went a little something like this:

Nolan- Mom, I like your pretty green shirt!

Me- Thanks pal! I appreciate it, that’s so sweet of you to say!

Nolan- You’re welcome. I also like your pretty brown skirt.

Me- Wow, thanks again buddy, I am glad you like them

(silence. nolan has a thoughtful look on his face, and suddenly drops to his knees, and scoots closer to me, his head low to the ground, and looking up)

Me- Nolan, what in the world are you doing?

Nolan- Mommy, are you wearing any underpants?

Nolan Speaks

I have a feeling this is the first of many of these types of posts. Nolan’s speech and conversation style has come miles in the last few months, and he is coming up with hilarious comments and observations, instead of just quoting Cars or Curious George all day long. They are so random and funny, and I know with my memory (or lack thereof) I will forget them this instant if I don’t write them down. And then what am I going to do that day he gets married and it’s time for my speech?

This one is from today, after he successfully completed the 6 timed minutes on the toilet by himself I had required him to complete as part of our still ongoing battle to get him full potty trained (yes, you read that right). We were very excited at the completed task, and jumping and cheering (it takes little to get us excited in the bathroom) and I asked him if he’d prefer to put his underwear back on, or if he’d like to continue playing ‘aux naturelle’ if you will. He excitedly responded in return;

“And then I can have the donuts on my peepee!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I have absolutely no idea what he meant, but whatever it means to have donuts on your peepee, it’s a VERY exciting thing.