Manny-
I recently found out Manny knows how to use quotations. We were talking the other night and when I said Abuela was coming over after he went to bed he said,
M-I hate it when Abuela comes over at night.
Me- Why? You're in bed.
(Bedtime Update-I put Marcel back in his pack n play so there was a distinction between Manny and Marcel, to try to reduce the amount of ridiculousness that went on at night. I had medium-good sleep for a couple of weeks until he remembered he could climb out of it).
Manny-She always takes me out of Marcel's bed because she thinks it's "gonna" "break" (but he had to focus really hard on making his fingers move with each word).
Apparently he had been climbing in the tiny pack n play.... But funny with the quotations
Papi was trying to eat some food but it was too hot, so Manny came over with a balloon that had a hole in it and tried to cool it off with the balloon air. How helpful.
I had the sister missionaries over the other night. Manny was being crazy and they asked him if he liked weapons, like swords, and stuff. Of course yes. They had us read Alma 31:5 where it says the word of God was more powerful than the sword (something MORE powerful than a sword? that's crazy), and explained that if there was an enemy, rather than fighting them, we could share with them the word of God and it would change their hearts. Great message. Later that night as he was playing on the communal playground behind our house he comes rushing in, "Where's my Book of Mormon?!" It's right there, why? "Someone is being mean on the playground so I'm going to show him it and change his heart!" Cute that he paid attention and applied what he learned. Although he just walked up to him (it was a big kid, maybe 10-12) and showed him (and the kid didn't even look at him). Manny is so shy. We talked later and I said maybe we need to have the friend/enemy read it and THEN it might change his heart.
Marcel-
One of my favorite things Marcel says is, "Asco"-meaning disgusting. Marcel uses it a lot. If he doesn't like the taste of something, if the table is messy (he'll say asco and brush it off before he can sit there), if something smells bad. He'll also come up to me and say, "Asco. Iz (nariz)," meaning he has boogers in his nose and he wants me to get them out. It's just really funny the words he picks up. I am impressed that he is picking up a lot of Spanish though.
I thought we were making great progress with the potty training. Earlier in the summer Marcel loved to "go potty." He pooped in it twice and peed outside the toilet (while sitting on it-those blasted things are hard to aim you know). Then we went a month where he wanted nothing to do with it. Now he likes to sit on the toilet and toot. And he thinks that is going potty. He'll ask a million times a day, get up there and squeeze a toot out. And he is very proud of himself. But we still have to change diapers, which neither of us really enjoy. Whenever I try to change his diaper he tries to jump on his little fire truck car and drive away really fast, like a get away car. Like he's going to get away from me. He is really fast, but not fast enough.
I sewed Marcel's Halloween costume. I feel really proud of myself. I haven't sewn anything in almost 20 yrs. And although it wasn't much, and took me a million hours to sew it, it's beautiful. To me.
Can you tell who he is? Nacho Libre! I thought-my baby has the perfect body for Jack Black. And I was right. This is what he's supposed to look like, but it's pretty close I think.
Here's an action shot
Isn't it amazing? Mind you, I only sewed the underpants and the patches on the knees, but still.
I don't know if the cape inspired him into thinking he was amazingly fast or what, but he thought it was so funny to run away from me at this little Halloween get together we went to. What a cute little devil
