A string of green Mardi Gras beads from the treasure chest at the dentist's office. He wears them EVERYWHERE. I get so many stink eyes and random comments from strangers. I didn't take my toddler to Mardi Gras I swear!
Thunderstorms. He loves to say "BOOM! BOOM! Rain fall."
He loves saying hello to everything. His "hello" sounds like "ello" so it's super cute. "Hello momma, hello dadda, hello Ray Ray (the cat), hello chickens, hello cows!"
He's also quite obsessed with motor vehicles. It's road construction season and you'd think ds had died and gone to heaven whenever we drive through work zones.
Us too with the construction trucks! The excitement when he catches sight of a cement mixer on the road is something to behold.
Every motorized vehicle is "bah bah" to DS, I don't know why. So when we're driving and he screams "Ahhh! BAH BAH!" I have to say "you saw a semi truck? Tow truck? Tractor? Motorcycle? Horse trailer?" Ad nauseum until I say the right one and he responds with an exasperated "yes momma." I can't see out your window kid! Cut me some slack.
Anything with buttons. Must press them allllll!!!!!! Airplanes. Whenever he sees or hears one he gasps and then puts his arms out. I die. oh also wearing my shoes around the house. He clomps around in my wedges, it is quite impressive.
Us too with the construction trucks! The excitement when he catches sight of a cement mixer on the road is something to behold.
Every motorized vehicle is "bah bah" to DS, I don't know why. So when we're driving and he screams "Ahhh! BAH BAH!" I have to say "you saw a semi truck? Tow truck? Tractor? Motorcycle? Horse trailer?" Ad nauseum until I say the right one and he responds with an exasperated "yes momma." I can't see out your window kid! Cut me some slack.
Yes all trucks are encompassed by "cuck," (truck) "bish," (bus) or "mee" (mixer). If you don't acknowledge whatever he's pointing out he just says it louder and louder. "Mee. Mee! MEEE!!!" "Oh, yes, a mixer, I see it now. Cool!" "Cool mee!"
Anything to her left because that's her preferred rolling side. So on her changing table, there is a mirror to her left and she is obsessed with arching that way and touching her reflection. One day I told my mom that the cleaners came yesterday, isn't the apartment so nice and sparkly? She was like "They didn't clean the mirror on the baby's changing table." Actually, they did clean it but during the 5 diaper changes between when the cleaners left and my mom came, she had already fingerprinted the mirror.