More Roscoe-isms

Luka is a sweet pea and a master coo-er.  As much as we are soaking up her precious baby-ness, Roscoe does tend to steal the show these days.  Toddlers are entertaining in general, but Roscoe's Oscar-worthy performances really take it to the next level.

* I just love the toddler speak.  I love that Roscoe says things are "yummy yummy good" and that he calls robots "robops."  My absolute favorite right now is that he calls his rocking chair his "raccoon chair."  So stinkin' cute.

* When Rocs and Lu are both demanding my attention I will sometimes have Roscoe sing a song with me to Luka to help calm her down.  The other day Nani had just come over and I was nursing Luka on the couch.  Luka was crying so Roscoe decided they needed to sing her a lullaby.  He got his guitar and made Nani play the drums right up next to us and he belted out one of his original compositions.  Something like "LA-LA-LA-LUKAAAA" (sung very loudly, while stomping one foot).

* Speaking of Nani... that girl wins the prize for best nanny ever.  She adores Roscoe and his flair for the dramatic instead of being overwhelmed by him like most of his past care providers.  They were at library the other week and she was giving him his lunch after storytime.  He didn't want to eat any of it because he wanted to play, so he kept saying no and she kept offering different things.  All of a sudden Roscoe looked around desperately and started shouting dramatically, "HELP! HELP!"  Yes, at the library.  Yes, because she offered him lunch.  Clearly a horrific offense.  This may or may not have been the time Nani had a couple of (thoroughly entertained) moms ask her if he watched a lot of cartoons because he is "very animated."  That's our boy!

* We went to our first baptism as a family the other day.  That was an amateur mistake.  If I have learned anything in the last 2-ish years, it is that you need to know your kids and make wise choices based on what you know.  What I know about my kids is that neither one of them will sit quietly for any amount of time.  So, why I thought it would be plausible to take them to a Catholic church to witness a special, sacred moment I have no idea.  Ray and I took turns walking Roscoe around in the hallways (where you could hear his every word from inside the church) and outside (it was freezing) and swinging Luka like a maniac in her car seat while desperately trying to get her to suck a paci, a pinkie, anything.  Roscoe was having a blast pointing at everything yelling "WHAT THAT?" and "MAN!" every time he was saw a statue.  We pointed out that a particular statue was Jesus so he pointed to it and repeatedly shouted "MAN JESUS?  MAN JESUS.  MAN JESUS?  MAN JESUS" for the whole sanctuary to hear.  Yup, Christian parents of the year right here.

* The toddler age is so... just, MUCH.  So much drama, so many tantrums and so much ridiculous cuteness.  Ray got Roscoe from bed the other morning and he came to find me (changing Luka in my room) and said "Mama, I missed you!"  Melt. My. Heart.

* Ray parents were watching Basi and Diwa the other weekend and we came over to hang out.  Ray and I both thought it was hilarious (and slightly embarrassing, I suppose) that as soon as they saw Roscoe coming they both went to hide their toys because Roscoe would want to play with them and he is, well, a little rough even when trying to be gentle.

* When you don't have siblings that are of playing age, you have to get creative.  Rocs definitely thinks the dogs are his playmates even though their ideas of fun are very different.  They have finally discovered a mutually enjoyable game.  Roscoe escapes from the table and, holding a pretzel, runs around the house.  The dogs, ever hopeful Roscoe will drop something, follow him.  This prompts Roscoe to shriek in delight and chant "coming! coming!"  Inevitably he will drop something and the dogs will get a bite of pretzel.  Repeat till all are tired and happy.