Lucas helps out

Didn't get a picture of this one, but I think it will forever be etched in my mind.

Yesterday when Lucas had completed his "I don't want dinner...I want to play" tantrum, he came out of his room and walked obediently to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Chris and I smiled and shared a moment parental pride over this new found independence. The other night he had gone to the potty by himself without waking us up. And he was washing his hands without our help during the day. We went to the dinner table to get our plates ready while Lucas finished up in the bathroom.

Pride cometh before the fall. I noticed that Lucas had been in the bathroom for quite a while. And then I heard a tinkling noise that I couldn't quite place.

The door was locked and my quick search for a skeleton key added to the anticipation. When I opened the door, this is what I found.

My normally orderly child was standing on his step-up stool in a dark room. His flashlight on the counter illuminated the waterfall that was flowing from the sink to a puddle on the floor. He was drenched. And one of his Toy Story slippers was floating like a boat in the miniature infinity pool he had created.

I quietly called Chris and we had to cover the smiles on our faces. Then Lucas offered his matter-of-fact explanation...

"I'm washing my slipper!"

Lucas's Birthday

This year's birthday was a lot of fun. Chris's parents and my mom came to his school to watch him celebrate the Montessori way. He walked on a big ellipse around a candle (the "sun") three times, once for every year he's been on Earth. The kids sang a song celebrating Lucas's life and the teacher told stories and showed pictures about what he did in each of those three years. Then Lucas presented a gift for the classroom which is what they encourage us to do. He chose a book titled "The Life Cycle of a Turtle" and though he had never actually opened it before presenting it, he declared the picture inside with eggs to be his favorite and paraded around the ellipse an extra time to show it to the class.

When we came home, Lucas was awestruck and elated with the balloons and decorations. He got many great gifts (cars of course, Candyland, an abacus, books on CD and a keyboard among other things) and took it all in stride.

It was cute to see the look on his face when I brought out the cake and we sang happy birthday. He was so surprised and pleased. He felt special from morning until night and it brought us so much joy. Our little baby boy!

More Lucasisms...

"I have been working very hard with my cars. I need dessert."

In response to another parent at his school asking "you are going to be three?" the day before his birthday ...
"Not yet. Now I'm 2. And on January...(thinking)...soon, I will
be 3."
(pausing to hold up the right number of fingers each time.)

"Oh...my...goodness."

"Oh my gosh."

"I want more dessert (crying, whining) ... I want more dessert." (This, he was saying in his sleep as I was waking him up in the morning for school. We'd had cherries covered with chocolate rum sauce the night before.)

"My WORD!"

"I'm too busy." He says this whenever he doesn't want to do something. Sometimes he is legitimately busy. This has recently changed from an adamant "I'm too DIZZY!"

"Incredible."

"And that's Audrey, the most wonderful girl in the whole world." (Pointing to the blue-eyed blonde in his class picture. She does not let him hold her hand.)

"Alrighty folks...lets watch a video. We are tired. We will feel better." He is saying this right now. And he knows it's nap time.