clues and cues

My first clue that Emory was ready for her nap today was when her bow was like this and she didn't care.

My next clue was when she sat down like this and watched the weather channel for about five minutes straight.

And my final clue was when I was preparing her naptime bottle, (yes, she stills gets a bottle. I know.) she climbed up on the couch and did this.

When I came back out from putting Emory down for her nap, Ashton announced that he would like chocolate cake for lunch. This is his pleeeaaaaasssssseeeeee face.

I said no. That was his cue.

But, as always, this is what I will remember most about our day.

Heart Milk

His name is Ashton and he is addicted to milk. Heart milk, that is. When Daddy and I took our trip to Napa this past October, Grammie and Papa came to Houston to stay with the kiddies. Grammie (my mom) noticed that Ashton was going through packs of organic vanilla milk like no one's business. And then, one morning, the inevitable. They were out. Before the stores opened. (cue Ashton dramatically flailing himself on the ground in pain and agony). So, my mom being the ever inventive, awesome Grammie that she is, had a brilliant idea. Why not just add a touch of vanilla flavored creamer to some milk, put it in his cup, and call it a day? Hence, the birth of heart milk. Heart milk gained it's name because the creamer bottle that she used that historical morning (I believe it was coffeemate) had a red heart on it. Apparently that night, he stuck his little nose up at the vanilla milk and requested "heart milk". Now, I KNOW it sounds terrible. Giving my child coffee creamer. However, after looking at the label on the organic vanilla milk, I realized he was actually getting LESS sugar AND sodium with heart milk. Score! Sooooo, if your child requires milk ad nauseum, try heart milk. ;)

Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.

One of my favorite Dr. Seuss quotes. Before nap time today, Ashton and I read "One fish, two fish...". When we got to this page, he put his hand on mine to stop me from turning the page. "Look-y there, mommy. Looks like your hair!" Nothing like having your two year old emphasize that you are having a not so fabulous hair day. ;) I hope that Ashton always stays truer than true.

Ashtonisms

I realize that Emory's latest update was filled with her latest milestones. However, Ashton can better be summed up simply by the things that he says. Here are a few...

There's a party in my tummy. So nummy, so nummy. (while shaking his hips)

Whenever daddy or I ask him to do something, we hear (in a sing song voice), "Just one minute!"

If he mis pronounciates something and I correct him, he says, "Oh, right. Very good, mommy."

If he hurts himself and cries, as soon as the traumatization of the injury ( ;) ) wears off, he announces, "Ashon was cwyin. Ashon huwt."

Speaking of "Ashon", this is what he calls himself. Ashton without the t. And he ALWAYS refers to himself in the third person.

Daddy and I may just have THE most polite two year old in the history of two year olds. I fully expect it to wear off anyday now. He NEVER misses a "please" or "thank you" or "I'm sorry". Most of the time he sticks an "Oh!" on the front of his polite phrase. "Oh! Thank you mommy!"

He likes to pretend. At the airport last weekend, he ran around the terminal gate with his arms outstretched and said, "Look at me! I an Ashon plane!" He always like to walk slowly toward me or daddy and say, "Grrrrrrr. I an Ashon monster!"

He calls everyone "sir". The director of his school gave him a cookie last week. The director is a woman. Upon receiving his cookie, he looked up and stated with great gusto, "You're welcome, sir!" Can't get it right every time.

He pats Emory on the head and says, "Erm-ry so cute" all the time.

He has renamed the family dog "woo woo".

One of his latest (and cutest) phrases is, "Look-e here! Look at me!"

If you cross his path, he will be telling you hello. "Oh! Hello sir!"

He likes to call Papa (my dad) on his pretend cell phone and run down his day. "Hello papa. Ashon go to school today. Ashon eat grapes. Erm-ry went night night. Ashon go on big boy potty. Ashon play with trucks. Love you papa."

He requires "dip" with anything he eats. "Dip" is either ketchup, honey mustard, syrup, bbq sauce. Whatever; it's dip. Ashon needs dip.

Ashton is such a smart little cookie. He counts in english and spanish, sings his alphabet and even recognizes some letters! However, lately, he has chosen to count in spanish, starting with cinco. Hilarious.

He tells his toys goodnight. As he is walking to his room, he is calling out, "Goodnight trucks! Goodnight animals!" and so on...

If he wants to protest something, like going to bed, he crosses his arms, furrows his adorable little brow and announces, "myself!" Not sure why.

If he is ever scared of anything, he calls it a bear. Ashton: Ashon scared. Me: why? Ashton: Bear.

Man, oh man do I love my little man. He is so smart and hilarious and sweet and I make it a daily habit of covering his little face in millions of smooches.