The Great Fall of 2010

Well, it's been almost a year since Nolan had to get stitches so I guess the universe thinks that's too long. Nolan fell into a chair at church Sunday, so we headed out to have his head stitched up. This cut was a little deeper and is vertical down his head, as opposed to the other scar which can be covered by his hair if he wears it a little long. Oh well, chicks dig scars.

Here are some pics.

Nolanisms

While Nolan is talking up a storm, his pronunciation and word choices are still questionable at times. But, we're making progress and conversations with him are pretty fun these days. Now, if he could only learn his colors....

I thought I would share some words or phrases he says and compare them with what he actually means.

-Wopkin - this means "napkin." Every time he says it, we go through the whole process of having him repeat it correctly, which he does, but he seems to simply like the word "wopkin" a bit better.

-Bay yay - this, of course, means "Bailey." He definitely gets 2 syllables in there, but the "l" sound is difficult.

-Oh that gosh - this is soooo cute. He says it quite frequently, with a very concerned look on his face. Obviously he means "oh my gosh" but this is so cute, I don't even correct him.

-Stool - he is constantly saying "there's Bay yay's stool" when we drive by her school. I hope no one gets the wrong idea.....

-He either speaks in third person like LeBron James or says "Me want....." We're working on the use of "I," but thus far we haven't been successful.

-He also has a few phrases he uses constantly. Unfortunately, they aren't ones I want him to use! He calls everyone a "silly poopy pants." This is always followed by a belly laugh that tends to be contagious. Or, better, he says "me farted" just to get Bailey laughing and then they both say it 500 times until they lose interest in their little game (that takes awhile and we are usually in the car when this exchange begins).

-He's following in his sister's footsteps and trying to manipulate us in times of discipline. When he's in trouble, he'll stick out his lip and say, "Daddy HATE me." Of course, the desired result is an abandonment of the disciplinary course and a big hug for the little persecuted guy. It doesn't work, but it is a little sad that he actually knows that word at age 2. We can thank Bailey for that one! On the flip side, he likes to love and cuddle and spontaneously voices his love for all of us.