OCD

 

Papa is here to visit!  He kindly drove our old Montero up to Seattle for us, risking his life in a blinding June snowstorm, with cars sliding off the road all around him!  We are very thankful, and now he's gets to spend a few days here, recuperating from the ordeal.  

K's words (continued):

octopus (one of his stuffed animals)="ahh-poo"

Elmo (another stuffed friend)="ehh-mow"

again="ghee"

crow (as in, the flying rats that tear apart our garbage each week)="kah! kah!"

The latter discovery came as K watched his dad chase the birds away from the garbage can one morning, yelling "kah! kah! kah!"  Now that's what K says every time he sees one.  He's paying very close attention.

In closing, I'd like to share my recent observation of my son.  From their parents, some kids inherit good looks, intelligence, athletic ability...my son has inherited my OCD.  :)  I'm not saying K doesn't possess the other qualities as well, he just has this one, too.  Yesterday, at the park, every time he fell down in the sand, he would immediately pull up his hands and inspect his palms for dirt.  Upon seeing that they were covered in sand, he sat and whined for me to come clean them off.  He doesn't even attempt to get up either, because that would require that he gets his hands dirty again.  I have to lift him.  This also goes for food as well.  He'll eat with

 his hands, but as soon as a little chunk of something sticks to his fingers, he makes a face and motions for me to get it off.  The kid hates to get his hands dirty.

Another funny thing he's been obsessed about is the safety buckle on his high-chair/seat.  He always has to have it fastened, even when he's not there! As soon as I lift him down after a meal (and I mean when his feet hit the ground), he turns around and clicks the belt together. And when he does, he says "kee!" (click!)...so cute! But, yes, this has been going on for weeks now.