Charlie Bit Me!

Today, Jonathan and I were watching You Tube together.  It wasn't the first time we had seen it, but we ran across this.  Jonathan laughed and thought it was funny.
Later on I was getting ready to give him a bath.  I went into the other room for a moment and he started to take his pajamas off.  As he did, he had a mishap with the zipper and he zipped his skin.  He sort of yelped and said, "Charlie bit me!" and started chuckling at himself, inspite of the pain.
Clever!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!  Here are some pictures of our holiday!

The highlight of Christmas for Jonathan--a four wheeler from Uncle Ron!  He loves it!!

Left handed/ Right Handed

This one is for Uncle Ryan who gave me stats about the value of being ambidextrous (you know, for when JPA becomes a rich and famous athlete). He encouraged us to work on this with Jonathan.
Well, it seems that Jon sees the value in it, too. This summer he tried to eat his cereal with his left hand and continually got frustrated when he couldn't do it! Hilarious!
The other day he tried to write on his magna-doodle with his left hand. He had a conversation with his hands.
To his left hand, "I write with this hand."
To his right hand, "This hand doesn't help."
He started writing with the left and had difficulty and then his right hand moved over to help out.
"No, this hand do it by itself!" he scolded his right hand, while holding up his left.
Where does he come up with this stuff????

He's Two, Part 5!

Today Jonathan had an appointment with the pediatrician to get his booster for the H1N1 vaccine. I told him last night that he had the appointment and would be getting a shot. He said shots hurt and he didn't want one. I told him that he would have to get it.
I picked him up from my parents' house to take him this afternoon and again he told me that he didn't want to get a shot because they hurt. I told him that he would be alright and that I would be there with him (insert all the things that moms say in a situation like this here).
We had the same conversation when we got to the doctor's office. He did get distracted when we got inside with books and tv.
Finally, though, the nurse came out and said, "Jonathan?" Before I could even realize what was going on, he had run as fast as he could and was almost out the door, yelling, "NNNNNOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT IT!" The people working in the reception area went from shock to laughter. I grabbed him and said he had to get it.
We went back to the room and he resisted by squirming, as is to be expected. Then, the shot came. He whinced and then said, "That wasn't too bad!" And just like that, it was over.
When we went to the check out several people commented that he wasn't even crying. He just smiled and said, "It wasn't too bad!"
This child is a whoot! I love being his mom!

Hanging Around

Jonathan loved the phone at Nana & Papa's house. Here he is calling Auntie Becca!

Watching the birds with Papa!