He's Got a Way With Words

"I can't like meatballs". "I can't like soup". "I can't like cheese." (Yeah right, cheese makes up a good two thirds of his diet, the other third consisting of mainly MILK and the occasional cracker). Basically the Mizz can't like anything he doesn't want to eat. And at the risk of sounding like every toddler mom out there, his diet is quickly becoming more and more limited. Overnight, he decided that he couldn't eat crusts anymore. He needed some minor cajoling today to eat blueberries, a fruit he used to inhale. Do toddlers read books at night on how to drive their parent's absolutely crazy. In my good moments, it simply cracks me up how downright typical he is being, on my weaker moments I want to alternately wring his neck or run screaming from the room. (To anyone that may take that last sentence literally, don't).

Mizz is also keen on comparing things these days. "Just like at school..." "Just like at our house..." Dave came in from the garage today and Mizz noted the garage was just like HIS toy garage. Mizz was thrilled to discover his cousins had a round table JUST LIKE AT LEAH'S!

Mizz still can't pronouce L's and R's very well. Value Village is completely unrecognizable, and ambulance is more like amyeyance. He is practically attached to two little toy ambulances and has now added them to his two dreidels for his sleeping companions.