Wednesday is garbage day. Amado LOVES garbage day. He peers through the porch railing, commenting on each move of the truck. But the best part is talking to the garbage workers.
So today, first sound of the recycling truck, amado drops everything and tears out the door. The truck is still one house down from us, but as soon as Amado appears on the porch, the garbage trabajador who is hanging off the side smiles. A big huge smile. The kind of smile I give to Amado when I have been gone all day and havent seen him.
"Hey!" he yells.
"Hola! Gracias!" Amado yells back.
"We missed you the last two weeks! The route isnt the same without you!" he yells!
We were in Chula Vista visiting my mom and dad. And the garbage guy noticed. And commented. And was happy he was back. That is so awesome. What a cool kid, that even the garbage guy would comment on his absence!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
my boy is growing up...
Three interrelated updates.
1. We have a potty chart in the bathroom, we put it up on Sunday evening. The thing is that each time Amado goes in the inodoro - pee or poo, we are equal opportunity - he gets to paste up an estrellita. 10 estrellitas equals one treat. He decided the treat would be helado (its actually plain flavored frozen yogurt, but shhh). Today, he reached 10 stars!! So we dropped eveything and headed out the door for helado con mochi y moras.
2. Amado went to see Dr. Bean yesterday for his check-up. You can sort of predict a child's height by the time they are 3 - there is some formula I cant rememeber right now. Anyways, Dr. Bean told us that Amado will probably be 6'2" or 6'3". Seriously. Oh. My. Lord. He gets a kick out of saying that he will have to look down to say hi to me. "Hola mami" he says, craning his neck way down like he is talking to an ant, then he explodes in a fit of giggles.
3. Based on the recent potty victory, Amado really likes to talk poo-poo. Tonight, as I was dressing him for bed, he started singing a song that he created, to the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell":
Poo-poo huele feo
Poo-poo huele feo
Hi-ho-dee-airy-o
Poo-poo heuele feo
1. We have a potty chart in the bathroom, we put it up on Sunday evening. The thing is that each time Amado goes in the inodoro - pee or poo, we are equal opportunity - he gets to paste up an estrellita. 10 estrellitas equals one treat. He decided the treat would be helado (its actually plain flavored frozen yogurt, but shhh). Today, he reached 10 stars!! So we dropped eveything and headed out the door for helado con mochi y moras.
2. Amado went to see Dr. Bean yesterday for his check-up. You can sort of predict a child's height by the time they are 3 - there is some formula I cant rememeber right now. Anyways, Dr. Bean told us that Amado will probably be 6'2" or 6'3". Seriously. Oh. My. Lord. He gets a kick out of saying that he will have to look down to say hi to me. "Hola mami" he says, craning his neck way down like he is talking to an ant, then he explodes in a fit of giggles.
3. Based on the recent potty victory, Amado really likes to talk poo-poo. Tonight, as I was dressing him for bed, he started singing a song that he created, to the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell":
Poo-poo huele feo
Poo-poo huele feo
Hi-ho-dee-airy-o
Poo-poo heuele feo
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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