A WFT Update

My life:

I'm almost 18 months old, but it goes without saying, that I'm wise beyond my (1 1/2) years. I've begun going to preschool at Lincoln Park Preparatory. Overall, I'm not terribly swayed by preschool in one direction or the other. I cry briefly every morning when daddy drops me off, but then I quickly recover and enjoy the many activities my teachers plan for us each day, such as circle time (mommy still can't believe I actually sit by myself with the other kids in the circle while the teachers sing songs to us), painting/craft time, our activity centers, Spanish lessons (but do I really need to throw another language into the mix?), story time and trips to the zoo.

My words:

I'm apparently not so advanced in the spoken word department. I'm an introspective type and don't feel the need to communicate my thoughts and emotions aloud in words (blogging is a completely different matter). I find empty talk unappealing. M & D aren't terribly worried because apparently daddy couldn't speak a word until the age of 3, at which point he began speaking in complete sentences according to Grandma.  And this is also the man who scored a perfect on his SATs, but he's probably going to be very upset with mommy for letting me write that.

Anyway, these are my (very few) words (half of which are in Romanian):

Mama, dada, apa (Romanian for "water"), ice (this one goes hand-in-hand with "apa," despite the fact that it's in English, because I always need to drop some ice cubes into my water sippy cup), alta (Romanian for "another one" which is a key term I employ prior to bedtime when I beg for more books to be read to me), asta (Romanian for "this one"), papa, (Romanian for "food"), caca (Romanian for "poop"... which I use to signal that I should head upstairs to my potty either during the act or immediately after having finished the act), arsch (a somewhat mangled Romanian rendition of "it burns"),  haine (Romanian for "clothes"), more, ball, uh oh, oh no, no, bye bye, and Elmo. I can pick out and say the names of a bunch of letters too, but mommy doesn't count that (which I don't believe is fair, but there's no point in trying to argue with her... as daddy knows all too well).

Animals sounds I can make: Moo, Neigh, and Woof. (Again, it's more about the quality, not the quantity.)

Favorite activity: Currently it's a tie between reading and picking out letters.

Favorite letters:  A, F,  I, J, M, N, O, S, T, W.  And a word about the letter "W." I am obsessed with the letter "W." I like to collect (mommy and the preschool teachers actually call it hoarding) blocks and other objects with the letter "W" on them and hold them in my arms for hours on end. And I laugh every time I see the letter "W" in a book. It's a funny letter, that crazy "W."

Favorite toys: My new Legos (which I must play with at the very least once each day) that Grandma and Grandpa gave me for Christmas, the rubber farm animals at preschool, the shapes box (which I've already mastered... come on mommy, give me something more challenging), my street sweeper, cement truck and combine harvester that Aunt M gave me for Christmas, Wacky (my stuffed frog), my two stuffed chicks (who don't have names but whom I feed and hydrate and sing to and rock to sleep), my Dr. Seuss alphabet cards, and, probably my favorite of all currently, my letter blocks. My beloved letter blocks.

Cute things I do that mommy and daddy love: When I play hide-n-seek, I hide behind the curtains in the living room with my feet sticking out from underneath. When I'm looking for something, I turn up my palms toward the ceiling and say "Eh???" I like to hide objects behind my back and trick M & D into thinking I don't have them by pointing somewhere else. I carry as many toys as I possibly can carry in my arms at any given time. I like to read books while on the changing table.

And last, but certainly not least, some pictures from the past several months:

M & D went back to the city early after Thanksgiving while I hung out at my country home with Buni and Papa John, and then I came home to this!

Checking out the Christmas decorations.

Hanging out with my best friend. I'm his mini me.

I like to read while on the changing table. So what? Why do they always need to take pictures of it?

On other occasions, I like to have someone else read to me.

At the Christkindlmarket.

At Macy's, taken minutes before the traumatizing encounter with Santa. All is well at this point in time.

Then comes this. My visit with Santa at Macy's was an obvious success. 

The old man and I got on swimmingly.

Peek-a-boo

A mommy-and-me post-bath selfie.

Brunching at Kingsbury Cafe. I must have my reading materials with me at all times.

Chillaxing.

Hat head.

Sometimes when I get hungry, I have to take matters into my own hands. I constantly beg for papa (food), but often to no avail.

Playing with mommy and my letter flashcards. They were a huge source of entertainment for me for a good stretch of time, but they've recently fallen out of favor due to my newfound love of the letter blocks.

Playing with the Legos Grandma and Grandpa sent me for Christmas. It's a favorite activity for daddy and me.

On my way to Jett's biker birthday bash.

One of my greatest joys in life is pulling mommy's hair. I'm not sure she enjoys it as much as I do.

I love the ball pit at My Gym.

Passed out.

This is what goes down during dinners with daddy.

Dinners with daddy are obviously the BEST.

Party Val and Auntie Heather got me this awesome scooter for Christmas. Everyone was shocked when I was able to ride it. They never fail to underestimate my athletic prowess.

First time playing in the snow.

Then came more snow days.

 M & D were a little overzealous in bundling me up.

 One day in December, I decided I wanted to wear my Halloween costume... and have daddy read me a book, of course.

On my way to preschool.

Me and my ridiculously oversized backpack that LPP gave me.

Hanging out with my twin.

Again, I must have my reading materials with me at all times.

 I like to wipe up the floor after I spill on it. M & D call me the messiest clean freak they know.

 I'm a master at this hide-n-seek game.


That crazy W.