Slope

Do you ever have a run of being relatively content and calm with life, and think, ‘This isn’t so bad. What was ever so bad about the bad moments? I can handle this.’ ?
… Perhaps it’s an anxiety thing.

Well, I’m going through a bad moment. It’s the culmination of many factors, and the kind of mood where I find myself attributing my current situation to the entirety of my life up to this point. I know things will improve.
Eventually.
But now… is not awesome.

Devin is not a part of the bad. Have I mentioned undies are now his butt-wear of choice? Yep. Most of the credit for that goes to Jene and Devin. I just crossed my arms and said, “I am SICK of buying nappies.”

A few days ago, with a bottle of juice in hand, he told me, “I love juice, Mummy. For all of my life.”

Today, as we were playing with Ruby (our dog), Devin said he could feel her heart beat. Then he said what I had told him, that Taz’s heart had stopped. I said yes, that’s right. He struggled for words for a moment, and eventually asked, “Maybe Taz’s heart will start beating again soon?”
Oh, I had to swallow a lump at that.
He also asked later, after his nap, if we could play in the backyard, “where Ruby is, and where Tazy is buried.” I’ve been fine about it for the last two weeks, but those two sentences today…

The hardest moments with him lately are the times he is being… well, opinionated, for want of a better word. I will tell him it’s time to get ready for bed, and he will look at me and say, “No.” I know the word is nothing new, but the way he says it is as if he has the final say on the matter. I told him today to not tip the cloud dough in to the sandpit (after he had done it), so of course, he scooped more up and dumped it in. It wasn’t that he was testing me or being deliberately defiant – he just wanted to do it. So he did.

He is also developing some not-so-subtle persuasion techniques. Phrases along the lines of the juice comment, for example, are often used when he wants something…
“Mummy, what you got on your toast?”
“Vegemite.”
“Hm. I like Vegemite, Mummy. I do.”

And he whispers questions that he thinks will receive an answer he doesn’t like…
Tan I have something?
“Pardon, Devy?”
“Tan I have something to eat?”
As if we will say yes because we can’t hear him?

That’s all for now, it’s later than I realised. I hope life is kind to you this week.

Three

Yesterday was Devin’s 3rd birthday. Celebration continued today. We’ve had fun, but I have been sick and I’m not feeling up for much posting. I’ve fallen behind the Photo a Day challenge…
I’ll leave with a photo of the cake, blatantly copied from this one.

Jene: “You are one, two, three.”
Devin: “I’m getting old.”
Jene: “Well… you’re getting older.”
Devin: “I’m getting very, VERY old.”

Dev quotes, part 2

Devin likes to have a turn at my make-up when he sees it, so I put a tiny bit of powder on a brush for him to use on his cheeks. One day he examined the brush and decided he didn’t want it any more, so I told him to brush it on my cheeks.
“There. Nice and dorgeous,” he declared when he was done.
I didn’t know he even knew that word.

Dev: “Yook, a planet! A planet!”
Liss: “Oh, a planet.”
Dev: “Venus, it’s Venus! Venus! Venus!”
Liss: “Yes, Venus.”
Dev: “Venus coming, too. Him coming home with us.” (Because we were in the car and Venus was ‘following’ us.)
This was his reaction every time, as if each evening he was just astounded that Venus was there. Again.

“I take a picture of your… butt.”

Walking home from feeding our neighbours’ dogs, Devin told me out of the blue,
“Your name is Dewey.”
“Dewey? Um. Ok,” I said. (No idea where ‘Dewey’ came from.)
“You name sister.”
“Sister?”
“Yes. There’s a baby in your belly?” He gave my tummy a pat.
“Uh, no Devy, there isn’t.”
“Yes! There IS a baby in your belly!”

Matter-of-factly – “You’re not a dog, you’re Daddy.”

As I was  rubbing cream on his cheeks –
“What’s that?”
“It’s stuff for your dry skin, to make it soft.”
“Oh, yuck.”

After reading Tree Ring Circus –
Devin: “I read a book. Where the beginning?”
Flick, flick. There it is.
Devin: “Hmm… I tan’t sure what it is.”
Liss: “It says, ‘One seed in the ground, three miles out of town.'”
Devin: “Ohhh, that what you mean.”
pause
Devin: “This is difficult.”

Having told me earlier that he loves doing hard work –
Dev: “Bye.”
Liss: “Bye. Are you off to do more hard work?”
Dev: “Yes. Because I’m a man.”
Liss: “Hm.”
Dev: *hops on tricycle* “I’m going to ride on my big bike.”
Again, I don’t know where this ‘because I’m a man’ business has come from.

Devin: “You be a fire engine.”
Liss: “Ok.”
Devin walks away.
Liss: “Hang on, what are you going to be?”
Devin: “I be a person sitting here watching.”


“No, I have not two legs!” (In response to me asking if he would walk.)

Devin: “Delicious.”
Liss: “Your banana is delicious?”
Devin: “Yes. Everybody knows it.”
Later…
Liss: “Devin, you can’t open your door from the inside because the child lock is on. That’s because little boys and girls sometimes like to open their doors when their mummies and daddies are driving.”
Devin: “Everybody knows it. ”

Dev: “What’s his name?”
Liss: “Well, it’s a Triceratops…”
pause
Dev: “His name is Mummy.”

Watching me clean the rice cooker –
Dev: “Why you cleaning it?”
Liss: “Well, Devin, you tell me, why do we clean things?”
Dev: “Uhhh…. *silence*… I have two thumbs.”

And various other common phrases –
“But um…”
“That’s mines!”
“So what’s your plan?”
“Diggy hup.” (Giddy-up)
“Wallace and Gumpit/Dumpit.” (Wallace and Gromit)
“I stay here my own self.”
An “ayg” is an egg, a “borsch” is a brush, but a “paint brusher” is a paintbrush. Milk is “malk”, DVD is “deebee deebee”, and ant is “aunt” because he pronounces plant the same way as Jene (plahnt).
And “wocka-ded” is his own made-up word that he uses when he’s being silly.


Not that he would know anything about that…

Dev quotes, part 1

I walked into Devin’s room to get him up from his nap and was greeted with –
“There was a booger!”
“Oh, was there?”
“Yes, a HUGE booger!” *arms out wide*
“Can you breathe better now?”
*sniffs* “Yes, I can!”
One minute later, as I was trying to get him dressed –
“I just show you Spider-Man’s bottom… Look, there’s Spider-Man’s bottom!”
“Oh, yes, so it is.”
“It’s a funny bottom.”

Liss: “Are you still going with your breakfast?”
Dev: “No, not breakfast.”
Liss: “What is it, then?”
Dev: “A bagel.”

“Oops, sorry, bagel!”

Watching an off-road truck video…
Dev: “What’s that?”
Liss: “It’s going over a big ditch.”
Dev: “Ah… Another big bitch.”

While making ANZAC biscuits, after I told him that we would have to bake the mixture in the oven –
“No, not make biscuits any more. Just eat all the rest of it like that.”

“My doodness! Yook at all this stuff!”

Me to Devin: “No, you can’t wear toast, you have to wear shoes.”

Erinn: “Devy, you’re crazy.”
Devin: “Yes, I am.”
My mum: “No, Aunty Erinn is crazy.”
Erinn: “No, I’m not.”
Devin: “Yes, you are.”
Erinn: “No, I’m not.”
Devin: “Yes, you are.”
Upon hearing this story –
Liss: “Who is crazy, Devin?”
Devin: “That’s Aunty Erinn!”

Liss: “Devin, why are all these oranges in the front yard?”
Dev: “For the magpies to eat.”
Liss: “Oh.”

Devin asked what his ribs were, so I explained that they were bones that protect his lungs and heart. I said his lungs help him breathe, and his heart pumps blood around his body, then put his hand over his chest and asked if he could feel it thumping.
After a few moments he said, “Yes, I can!” And then, “Maybe there’s a baby in my heart.”

While in the car –
Dev: “What’s this song talled?”
Jene: “It’s called A Virtual Lovestory.”
Dev: “Huh?”
Jene: “A Virtual Lovestory.”
Dev: “What you say?”
Liss: “It’s called Devin is Cool.”
Dev: “Devin is Tool.”
Liss: “Yep.”
Dev: “Ohhh. Devin is Toooool.”

Seeing me in a new jacket –
“Oooh, that’s a pitty new jacket!”

Dev: “I’m writing a list. For dinner.”
Liss: “You’re writing a shopping list?”
Dev: “Yes. Lunch… dinner… lunch, dinner for baby… How much for baby?”
Liss: “Um, well, babies don’t eat much, so not much.”

After putting my thongs/flip flops on his feet –
“I”m a doctor!”

Have you met my son, Devin Ja-IbisIbis?

Devin’s favourite thing to do on the chalkboard is to smack the duster against it so that it leaves chalky prints. That usually means he’s asking us to draw something just so he can rub it out and accumulate some dust on his makeshift stamp.
Today, I wrote his full name and told him what it was. He repeated it perfectly, and I was impressed. Then, when I was distracted by Jene telling me about a name he’d been thinking of (no – no baby on the way; we just like to tell each other about names that catch our attention), Devin erased what I’d written.
I asked Devin again what his full name is.
“Ibis!” he responded.
“Um,” I laughed. “No. Not ibis. Your whole name is Devin Ja-”
“Ibis! Ibis!”

Eventually I figured he had heard the name Jene had said – Ihsahn – and interpreted it his own way.

The really great thing is that later, as I passed Jene and Devin eating their dinner together, I heard them still talking about ibis. The Australian White Ibis hang around parks, always looking for food scraps, and we’re always joking about how the plural should be ‘ibii’ (eye-bye). Devin was saying something about there being ibis outside, and Jene was trying to tell him that no, there weren’t.

Two-and-a-half is pretty hysterical. In the best and worst ways.

Tales of a two-year-old.

If there is an unknown substance on something, Devin will almost invariably pronounce it to be poo.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know, Devy, maybe a bit of fluff-”
“Poo!”

He was recently playing hairdresser with my hair, using a rotary play-dough cutter, a grabbing claw and a Duplo block. The rotary tool was, as it always is, a circular saw. I’m not sure what the claw was. The block was electric clippers, I think. Then I had to do the same to him, and he made sure to tell me if I wasn’t doing it right. It’s becoming more evident recently that he’s well on his way to being a three-year-old child, not a two-year-old toddler.

If he’s really enjoying some food, he likes to tell us that it’s his favourite. Soup, noodles, pasta, apricots, chocolate and corn are all his ‘fave-rit’ so far.

He says ‘sorry’ a lot. A lot. Mostly for some very minor thing that hardly warrants an apology. Most often, he repeats, “Sah-ee ’bout”, which is ‘sorry about that’. I’m not sure why he dropped the ‘that’.

We were playing a popular game that I have just now named ‘Mummy-Devy’, and it works in much the same way as Marco Polo, except that in this instance (and many others) we were right in front of each other. When I switched around and pointed to him and said, “Mummy”, pointed to myself and said, “Devy”, he shook his head and laughed, then gave me a huge hug and said, “I lub you!”
Now, my shameful admission is that I don’t say that very often. To anyone. Jene says it to Devin more than I do, but I was still extremely surprised to hear Devin say it. I was speechless for a few seconds before finally saying, “Oh, Devy, I love you, too!”

He refers to himself as either “debbin”, “deh-win” or “deh-wee”. It is insanely cute.

Like many boys, he likes to do silly things on purpose and then say, “funny!” to get attention. We do tell him that he’s a ‘funny boy’, so I’ll take responsibility for that. Today, though, he was running at a park and fell over in a very awkward and amusing way – when Jene and I got past that split second of making sure it was a harmless fall, we both burst out laughing. Devin looked at us from the ground and said, “not funny.” That, of course, made us laugh harder, so he repeated it. It was especially amusing because neither of us could recall a time when we told him that something was “not funny” – he’d put the words together himself. Which might not sound super amazing, but it is – he’s moving from a wholly repeated vocabulary into one that he can mould to his needs.

Everything is “stuff”. If there’s a bunch of something, Devin refers to it as “stuff”. He brought Jene into his room one day after I’d been playing with him, pointed to the assortment of cars, animals and Mario plush toys on the ground, and said, “stuff!” If a room is untidy, he looks around and says “oh, stuff”, accompanied by a little ‘tsk’.

We specifically give hugs and kisses when he goes to bed and when he wakes up… Usually we have to ask for ours, but sometimes he’ll decide to bestow them on us unasked. He often does it when I’m getting him changed, which I think is partly a delaying technique. “Hug?” is followed by a fierce and long squeeze, and “tiss?” is followed by a very well-aimed peck on the cheek.

Pretending to talk on the phone –
“Hello, is this Devin?”
“Ummm, yes!”
“Oh, hello. What are you doing?”
*pause* “Talking.”

And finally,
We pulled up at some traffic lights next to a truck that was transporting sheep, and unfortunately our (manual) windows were wound down. I told Devin it was about to get stinky…
“Pee-yew! Stinky! Need to change it!”
“Need to change… their nappies?”
“Yes! New one on!”
“Yes, that’s a good idea, Devin. The sheep should be wearing nappies.”
Now every time he sees a livestock truck, he exclaims something like, “new nappy!” or “change it!”