phrases

Vaughn constantly has new phrases. Recently, they are
"I guck!" = "I stuck"
"W'sat?" = "What is that?"
"Here go" = "Here you go"
"Go paw-ey, go paw-ey" = "Go potty, go potty"
"My nye" = "My blanket"
"Mell pee" = "Milk, please"
...and I'm sure there will be more even today!

Oh, and I almost forgot! Yesterday, Vaughn linked five words together for a sentence: "Where di my nye go?" Translation: "Where did my blanket go?" 

He found the goy!

Vaughn is very interested in the "paw-ey" (potty). I think he knows when he has to go, he just doesn't get how to go when he's on the toilet. We often put him on the potty where he just looks down and yells for the goy since pee looks like water.

Earlier today, he kept saying, "Go Paw-ey, go paw-ey" so I took his diaper off and put him on the toilet. Nothing. I told him I was going to go get him a diaper and he just kept saying, "Go paw-ey." After walking down the hall, I turned back to see that Vaughn peed a little on the tile floor. I took him into the bathroom and again, nothing. So I looked at Vaughn and said, "Come to your room with mommy so we can get you a diaper."

His response? "Go paw-ey"

I ran into his room and when I came out, he had peed all over the floor. He knew he had to go just didn't know how to go.

Later tonight, as I put Vaughn in the bathtub, he started again with telling me he had to go pee. Within a second, I grabbed him out of the tub and put him on the potty where he started to pee! He looked down and yelled, "Goy!" He was so excited that he finally found the goy. He proceeded to take toilet paper, put it in the toilet and flush the toilet.

This is a start!

22 Months!

Vaughn turned 22 months and I almost missed it. Where has the time gone? It's almost time to countdown to TWO!

Woah.

Tonight, we had a little fun in the pool. The hose water was so hot, we had to pour a bag of ice in the water, but it totally worked.

This was what he did when I said, "show me the water!"

 Concentrating!

We got the big container of bubbles out (thanks, Grammy) which occupied him for about 45 minutes! Score!

 

 

Learning the basics

I know, I know, I have SO MUCH to catch you up on...but it's been a little hectic in my life. More on that later.

I just need to blog something as my head is getting full with different posts I'm been wanting to post. Tonight was one of those moments I didn't want to forget.

Tonight, before bed, Vaughn, Dave and I were rolling around on the floor as we usually do. It's not as creeper as it sounds. Vaughn needs to get some last bit of energy out while Dave and I have no energy left so we hang out on the floor while Vaughn goes a little crazy. Lately, he's been obsessed with his little baseball mitt his Great Grandma and Pop Pop Thompson got him. He figured out how to put it on his hand all himself. He grabbed a plastic golf ball (all that was within reach) and gave to Dave to show him how to use his glove. Yes, it was as precious as you would think it would be.

Vaughn still doesn't have the catching reflex, but sure does know how to whip a ball. Dave showed him how to turn the glove so the ball falls into his palm. Then, he had him grab the ball with his other hand so he could throw it. It took him a few tries as he kept trying to throw the ball with the glove. One time, the glove even came flying at me. At about the fourth try, the ball came flying across the room with his right hand.

The look on Vaughn's face was that of one proud boy looking a one proud daddy.