I gave James his first haircut Thursday night. He'd never had any kind of haircut at all - he was bald for a long time and I guess it just doesn't grow very fast. Anyway, he'd been giving me grief about combing it in the morning and I thought the easiest solution would be to chop some off.
These are his "before" pictures.
He was not wanting to cooperate with sitting on the chair at all, even with Sam and Amelie there to distract him. We even broke out the phone as a bribe.
James started crying partway through - I guess at being forced to sit until we were done even though I'd been very patient with all of the wiggling around he'd done in the interim so I saved the "after" photos for the next day.
So far today, James has called me "Miss Mama" and his sister "Miss Amelie." Also, he was calling out for Sam (who I think was already at work) and he said, "Dada! Dada! Dada! ... Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! ... Dad! Dad! Dad! ... Sam! Sam! Saaaaaammm!"
I picked James up and said, "Wow, you're getting heavy." "That's because I growed," he answered
James wanted to plug in and unplug the bounce house. "Because I the birthday man," he said.
James wanted Sam and me to come outside to see a submarine that he drew for us. Sam asked him where the submarine would take us and James said, "It just a picture."
James is categorically opposed to splitting a verb phrase. He regularly says things like, "Pick up them," and "Take off it!"
James said he was allergic to peanuts and I reminded him that he wasn't. "I'm allergic at school," he tells me. I guess we forgot to fill the teachers in that peanuts are fine! Oops!
In math, Amelie's class had three stations. One was doing blocks, one was doing dominoes, and one was writing numbers. Sam asked what the dominoes group did (thinking that she would explain how to play), but Amelie informed us that they built towers out of the dominoes ... which sounds suspiciously like the blocks group and perhaps also like they were not following instructions.
We asked Amelie if she was still the paper-passer-outer or if she had another job in Kindergarten now and she said she's in charge of the "pencil hospital." What's that? "I sharpen the pencils."
We rented a bounce house for James's recent birthday party. Amelie climbed in, then stuck her head back out and pointed to the warning label printed on the side of the castle. "Now what are the rules?" she asked Nana Jana.
I was telling the kids who all was coming to the party. When I said Hattie was coming, Amelie said, "I love Hattie!" and then I said Ellie and Amelie said, "Ellie? I love Ellie!"
We found a mystery bag of Sun Chips in the pantry that neither of us could remember buying at the store. Amelie called them our "long-lost chips." I was making a baby blanket for my co-worker and it has a large turquoise stripe. Amelie came up to me and started patting it and exclaimed, "Turquoise! I LOVE turquoise!" Ha! I asked and she said she learned the word in Adventure Club. Sam told her that Grandma Mary also loves turquoise and she replied, "That's one thing we have in common."
Sam told Amelie to clean up the blocks and stuff in the playroom, but when he looked in later, there were still toys scattered on the floor. "Those aren't blocks!" she protested & when he replied that she needed to clean up all of the things, she said, "Aw, man!"
James had his 3-year well child visit on Thursday. When I told him that's what we'd be doing Thursday morning, he immediately started fake-coughing and said, "I go to the doctor because I'm sick."
For some reason, they didn't give us the printout with his height and weight and the three-year milestones, but I remember the basic stats.
Height: 2 feet, 11.75 inches, or about the 10th percentile
Weight: 30.6 pounds, or about the 50th percentile
The nurse originally measured him and she must have been counting some of his hair, because the dot on the height chart jumped way up to the 75th percentile, so Dr. Swofford re-measured and he was back at the 10th percentile as usual. An inch or two can make a big difference :)
Just make yourself at home, James:
They already had flu shots, so James and Sam went ahead and got theirs. Sam went first and said he couldn't even feel it. James went next and said, "That didn't even hurt at all!" and amused the nurses.
Here are some things James is doing:
Making up stories and songs (and sometimes jokes/fibs)
Counting (up til 11 or 12 reliably, and then he starts skipping around and repeating)
Trying to get dressed himself (undies are hard and he hasn't put a shirt on, but he has taken one off)
Drawing people and other scribbles
Writing his name!
Climbing, jumping, throwing and kicking a ball
Hopping on one foot
Building towers of 6-8 blocks
Cutting with scissors
Pretending to read books
Trying to do puzzles
Says and recognizes rhyming words
Is possessive of toys and spaces, but will relent after just a minute if there's someone to share/play with
Holds a grudge! Weeks later, he'll say things like, "Christian hit me," and make a sad face if I ask about his friends from school