Since Abby got a post named after her yesterday, I thought it was only fair Grayson get one today. Grayson is night to Abby’s day, black to her white. They are very different in most areas. Is it because he’s a boy and she’s a girl? Or because she’s first born and he came second? I’m sure those factors play some role in it, but I think it’s mainly because they just have totally different personalities. Not that one is any better. They are both really sweet, good kids (most of the time. I say that after they’ve both been sent to their rooms this afternoon for 2 separate incidents). Just different.
It would never occur to Abby to take a crayon and color the wall, because we have not specifically told her she could. It would never occur to Grayson not to take a crayon and color the wall, because we have never specifically told him not to. Pardon me while I go tell Grayson that it is not okay to color on the walls with crayons. Just in case… Okay, that’s taken care of. Carry on. They are just different.
Grayson has changed tremendously over the past six months. His speech has dramatically improved, and I can’t wait for each day to begin, just to hear what will come out of his mouth next. It’s also fascinating to watch him begin to use his imagination more when playing. And of course, it’s great just to watch him be a goofball, which is quite often. That boy is a ham.
I thought you might get a kick out of some of his recent performances as well. First up, his version of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”.
Please note the Stevie Wonder head sway. Nice. Next up, Abby and Grayson asking the blessing on our supper.
Yes, there’s the head sway again. And apparently God hears you better if you squinch your eyes really tight and clasp your hands so tight your knuckles turn white. That’s good to know. And finally, Grayson showing off his mad hula hoop skills and how to do a crunch without your shoulders ever leaving the floor. That’s talent, folks.
Do those simple exercises and you, too can have the awesome physique of a two year old.
Oh my, how I love that boy! He never fails to bring a smile to my face.