William is doing some really cute things lately, interspersed with all the really annoying ones that come with being a three-year-old. I thought I'd share some with you.
William has caught on to the "proud of you" comments we make and now likes to turn them back on us. When we do things he likes us to do, he tells us how proud he is. When I made him an apple-juice bottle for bedtime a week ago (before we stopped bottles for good this week) he said to me, "Mommy, I'm so proud of you for making me a bottle." I had to laugh. Yesterday he told me he was very proud of Anna for pulling up to stand at my chair at the table.
He also seems to be stuck on the idea that something he likes is "the best in the world." Of the Costco frozen lasagne I baked for dinner the other night he said, "Lasagne is the best food in the world." The next night it was, "eggs are the best food in the world." He proceeded not to eat much of the eggs, so I'm not sure he really understands what he's saying.
Meanwhile, he can't seem to understand that you can't make five peepees at one time and earn a potty prize. He sits on the potty and asks how many peepees he made. I tell him how many stickers are on his chart and how many more he needs to reach five. Then, he tries to get some more pee out and tells me he just made five peepees and should get his prize.
He's really stuck on the concept of "bad guys" lately. I believe it's something he picked up from a 5-year-old friend. He's always talking about seeing bad-guys in our house and making them dead. OK, this isn't one of the cute things, but I think it is very odd. He also told me and Kip yesterday that he has an orange-haired momma that goes everywhere with him and holds him when I'm not there with him. He calls her his Orange Momma. Do we have any red-haired ancestors who might be guardian-angeling him? Of course, he told me today when we were playing with some Little Mermaid foam waffle blocks that Ariel was the Orange Momma. He used to say Ariel was me...
