James, my man, "Jamesie" as I call him all the time (and as he now refers to himself) is turning into such a grown-up (attitude included). Conversations which used to be limited to a few words on his end "Mama wha you doing?" have become "Mama what you doing down here all by yourself?" when he comes down the stairs in the morning to join me before I go to work.I still adore his pronunciation quirks (ie. "oiyo" for oil and every word with the letter "L" in it transforms to a "W" sound). He's infatuated with winning & losing and everything has become a race where mama inevitably "wooses". When we visited Oma & Taadu's house last weekend he was playing in their backyard for a bit when he came up to my dad and said "Taadu, the plants are tirsty" as in, it's time to get the watering can out and start playing with water!
The one caveat to his potty training activities is he's now convinced the entire world is one giant public urinal.
And one of his favorite pastimes by far is visiting the jobsite to see Grandpa & Mark where "Uncle Marky" is kind enough to give James a tractor ride. This kid has it made!
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