Bilingual Kids & Hereditary Traits

Remember the posting about Tank counting in Spanish? Remember how I commented that I hoped he didn't start using words that I didn't know? Well it's started. He was standing in front of the refrigerator shouting "aperire!" Apparently that means "open" in Spanish. I had to watch Diego to officially learn that this morning. As if it's not hard enough to translate what a 3 year old is trying to say in English. Now it's in Spanish. I'm going to have to get a Spanish Dictionary to be able to communicate with my kid.

On another note, since it was so nice out today, we spent the afternoon outdoors. Tank was riding his over powered Power Wheels (see 11/8/09 post) while Daddy & I built some shelves in the shop. I noticed that he stopped riding, got his wagon, and headed over towards the scrap pile. I figured it was picking up sticks in his wagon and taking them to the pile like we did last weekend. But...I was wrong. It wasn't much longer when he returned with his find. Last fall, one of his tricycles broke and ultimately ended up in the scrap pile. Apparently he didn't know its location until today. So when he spotted it, he was determined to retrieve it. He dug it out himself and put it in his wagon, along with the broken axle that had fallen off. He pulled it back over to the shop and said "Mommy fix it!" Now, I can fix a lot of things. But there was a reason that tricycle met its doom.

So after today, my fears have been confirmed. He definitely has the genes in him that prevent him from letting things go. And I have the fear now that he may be following in his grandpa's foot steps and have a hard time getting rid of things that may have potential. Now I'll be the first to admit that the apple didn't fall far from the tree and I have my own problems too. But...let's remember who put that tricycle to rest in the first place.

Do you hear that?!

Can you believe that it is so quiet in my house tonight that I can hear an owl hooting outside? It's very eerie if you ask me! I had plans to meet my college girlfriends today so Daddy took Tank & Bubby to go see his family, and then went on to practice with his band. They aren't back yet so I'm sitting alone in a quiet house. I almost feel like I'm doing something that I shouldn't be doing. You know? But for now, I will enjoy it! It will be chaos in about an hour I'm sure.

The boys have been up to their usual antics. Tank is still proving everyday that yes he can find more ways to get in trouble & hurt himself in the process. I can't help but shake my head every time he hurts himself doing something he shouldn't. He gets up and says "I'm fine!" and goes on his way. If he would have gotten hurt while he wasn't doing something he shouldn't be doing, he would be screaming and running for sympathy. Funny how that works.

Bubby has turned into quite the little thief. I can't count the times that I hear a drawer slowly close and then hear little footsteps running away. The faster he runs, the more likely it is that he really shouldn't have what he has in his hands. He likes to steal things from Daddy's tool drawers and also from the bathroom drawers. I have found several piles of Q-tips in various places around the house. As well as little pieces of toilet paper. He likes to steal a roll and then slowly tear it apart and drop the evidence around the house. And of course the day wouldn't be complete if there weren't a tampon in the toy box or a pad in the cereal cupboard.