Bragging, Books, and Belly Laughs

I never thought I’d be one of “those” moms. But right now I totally am. It’s been a rockstar of a week. And I think the reason I’m so pumped up about this right now is mostly the fact that it’s naptime and I’ve already had a shower, but let’s just roll with it.

First of all can I please say that I’m pretty sure Abigail can tell Hank to “lay down” complete with pointing to the floor action. This would be her third and fourth word respectively. I mean real words, not sounds with inflection and body language that I pretend are words. The reason I’m sharing this is that I find it really hilarious that her vocabulary is mama, dada, and “aay dahn.” I couldn’t be prouder of the fact that I think this apple is falling close to my tree. I do a whole lot of bossing Hank around. She learned it from me I’m pretty sure. Hank is thrilled.

Second, I love Henry and Mudge books. (So do beginning readers if you are interested.) I purchased a lot of these for my classroom library because my students liked to read them. If you aren’t familiar with them, Henry is a little boy and Mudge is his big dog aka Mastiff. The stories are sweet and told in 3 “chapters.” The real star of these books is Mudge whose big dogness is done perfectly. Today I opened one up and asked Abigail where the dog was and she pointed to Mudge! I hadn’t even told her who Mudge was — she found him all by herself. Isn’t that just amazing? I was so excited that I kept turning the page and asking her “Where’s Mudge?” She found him every time and I knew it was because Mudge was so big just like Hank! Then she started reading to me. Just kidding.
If you are still reading this without rolling your eyes here’s the last thing I wanted to brag about, I mean, share with you. We received this book as a gift for Abigail from a sweet family I worked with. It’s called The B Book. It’s a book where every word starts with the letter ‘B’ and a bear, bull, and baboon get into quite a bit of trouble from biking backwards! Ryan and I realized yesterday that Abigail thinks it’s pretty funny. I just had to show you.

So there you have it. My “that” mom moment. Although come to think of it every toddler everywhere is just the smartest, most interesting, most special little being that ever existed. At least until they almost rip their favorite page out of Potato Joe. Actually, it doesn’t matter. They are still all kinds of wonderful.