Seriously, he really said that…

Nearly every day these days Miles comes up with some new phrase or action that seems to come out of left field.

Crazy things like pancake hat!

Crazy things like pancake hat!

I’m no sailor, but I’m certainly not a saint either. And for the past year Michael and I have been really careful about what we say for fear of it being repeated (over and over and over again.) But these last few weeks I’ve been reminded of just how important that is and at the same time wonder if it really matters because he comes up with the craziest things seeing no example of it.

But in the end, I’m realizing that a child is a great mirror for our own behaviors meaning I’m working harder and harder each day to become the best version of myself.

Here’s a few of his recent and hilarious (at least to this mom) moments.

 –We were on our way home and Miles farts pretty loudly and says a little sheepishly, “I tooted,” and then proceeds to laugh so very, very hard. We are talking grabbing his belly, kicking his legs and rocking back and forth with tears down his cheeks laughter. Of course from his very first uttering of “I tooted” I began to double over in laughter too.

 –The next day, Miles burps and exclaims, “Oh goodness!” Where did that come from? I don’t know if I’ve ever used that phrase before. And he said it with such a dramatic flair.

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 I assure you, the rest of these stories do not involve my son’s gas.

 –His train set includes a tunnel and the kid is now fixated on tunnels. Everything that remotely resembles a tunnel is greeted with an excited, “Tunnel, mommy, tunnel” and he proceeds to try to go through the tunnel himself or force the toy/sippie cup/our dog through said object. This includes my propped up legs, the lower shelf on the coffee table and even under the couch.

 –”Here you go,” was one of his very first phrases. I must say it A LOT. He’ll hand me something, set something down or even to his toys say in a sing-songy voice “Here you go.”

 –Peanut butter has been part of his meal lineup for a while but he’s kind of fixated on it these days. And it isn’t even like he wants to eat it; he just wants to point to the kitchen and say, “peanut butter.” And he’ll say it so clearly. At least once a day he’ll utter, “peanut butter unch” (unch = any meal replacing the previous favorite “bites.”)

 –There is always food left over. We don’t subscribe to the “empty plate = happy plate” philosophy at our house, plus our kid isn’t much of an eater. Well, typically I give the left over veggies and meat to our dog (I know they say people food is terrible for them, but I’m sure not to give him the no-no foods like grapes and typically it is all super healthy). The last few weeks when he’s done with his food he’ll say, “All done,” and in a helpful, almost demanding tone Miles will say over and over again, “Give this food for dog-dog” while raising the plate in the air.

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 –Miles donned a (thankfully clean) diaper on his head and ran around the living room excitedly screaming, “Grapes, grapes, grapes, grapes!” I’m pretty sure this behavior wasn’t a learned one, although I’m not home during the day so who’s to say if Miles picked it up from Michael.

The remaining sticker paper after we decorated his Lowe's Build and Grow plane. Goof ball!

The remaining sticker paper after we decorated his Lowe’s Build and Grow plane. Goof ball!

 –”Open door” and “wash hands” are two of the phrases that are repeated over and over and over again until the request (demand really) is granted or something shiny crosses his path. We are working on patience at the Doyle household.

 –We have Michael to thank for this phrase that has passed our son’s lips a little too frequently the in the last week, “On’t like it; on’t like it.” And while uttering this phrase his little nose gets all crinkled up and he shakes his head furiously.

 –”One more time, mama, one more time,” is uttered in the sweetest, can’t possibly say no way. It may be one more horsy ride on my leg, or another book or maybe even a few more minutes rocking. Miles may be playing me, but I’m OK with it.

 –And this last one, well I’m pretty excited about it. “Hug daddy (or mama) hug.” And it’s accompanied by a 2-year-old bear hug. This can go on for several minutes with Miles walking back and forth between the two of us requesting a hug. Pretty awesome!

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