This morning I had to go to the doctor for a glucose test. Thanks to the fact that I had been told I could be there between eight and ten am for the test without an appointment, but the phlebotomist (I have been longing to use that word in a sentence!) told me later they were only there from eight thirty on... I spend two full hours at the clinic while my husband entertained our little boy. I had to fast since the previous day. Pregnant women and fasting do not go well together. So as soon as I was home I curled up on the couch with a bowl of cheerios and my cuddly boy.
We had a really good day together so far. We played in the playroom with the trains and the books, though I had to scold Joseph for not being gentle with the books. It is amazing to me that any child of me can be so rough on his toys. I always treated everything with great care, just ask my mother!
After the books, trains, farm and the piano... Joseph decided he wanted to play on the guest bed. I allow it, because I mostly want to teach him not to play in the baby room where he used to bounce on the airmatrass that was laying there. We were in the midle of a bunch of games of wrestle, tickle and sing song, when I decided to try once more to make Joseph say his name. While he has lots and lots of other words and budding sentences, he really has trouble with his name. He likes to refer to himself as bebe even though he knows and recognizes his name. Mommy is trying to teach him to say Joseph. He has managed 'Joseh' a few times, but usually sticks to Jojo.
Today I decided to be more ambitious and tried for Joseph Hauk. So since singing is one of my boy's favorite passtimes, mommy sung Joseph Hauk on the theme of jingle bells. Joseph enthousiastically joined in. Only... he didn't QUITE manage Joseph Hauk.
What came out was a very happy and determined "Jo ho ho".... and mommy collapsed in a heap of laughter. "Yohoho and a bottle of rum, Joseph???"