counting bites

At meal time:
"Elijah, you need to eat two more bites, and then you can be done."
"OK! Zero... One... Two."

Heather and her dress

Elijah, after coming home from pre-school: Heather did NOT wear a dress today!!
Mommy: Really? What did she wear?
E: I don't know...
M: Did she wear pants?
E: Yes, maybe she did. But she will wear a dress next time! Yes, next time she will!
M: Do you like it when she wears a dress?
E: Yep.

a real turkey

The teachers at Elijah's pre-school asked the kids what they would do if they heard a knock at their front door and a real turkey was standing there. Below are their responses. I thought you'd get a kick out of them.

- Play dress up with him.
- Climb on his back and fly over the trees.
- Play games with him inside and then tip him over and smash him like a bug.
- Poke him in the eye. (A girl said that!)
- Play basketball with him.
- Trap him and put him in the garage and then dress him like a baby.
- Play outside with him. (This was Elijah's response.)
- Throw him in his cage in my garage.
- Say hello and play baseball and football and basketball with him outside.
- Tilt him over and hid him under my bed.

Sweatshirt

Elijah's pre-school teachers asked the parents to bring in a picture of their child with something or someone they are thankful for. The children are learning the concept of being thankful and the picture will be used as an aid since it's not an easy concept for 3 year olds to grasp.

We spent a few days trying to decide what/who should be on that picture. Mommy and Daddy? Grandparents? The bunk beds? The book "Mouse Soup"? They were all plausible candidates, but in the end, Sweatshirt won. Yes, Sweatshirt is now a proper name and is therefore capitalized and used without an article. It (often referred to as "he" in English and "she" in Russian - Russian nouns are gendered) continues to be a constant companion in times of trouble, a soothing friend, and a compliant playmate. It is so important in Elijah's life, that Sweatshirt is not allowed to ever leave the house for fear of being lost. I shudder to think what would happen then.

But what do you do when you best friend can't go with you everywhere? Well, you get other friends. Elijah has two other sweatshirts that are allowed to travel with him. One goes to church with us, and the other is used for overnight trips.

Sweatshirt has multiple nicknames. Some of them are sometimes applied to the two substitues, but most are reserved for the real thing. Here they are, in the order of preference and usage frequency: Ney, Gofe (a take off on the Russian word "kofta"), Wha-ha (Sweatshirt's first name dating back to when Elijah just started to talk) and Si (I couldn't tell you where this one came from).

The picture you see here is the one that was taken to pre-school today: Elijah and his best friend Sweatshirt relaxing on a red bean bag.

smoothie-mobile

Elijah made this little car all by himself and proudly announced, "This is car-smoothie!" I think he meant something like a "smoothie truck" (similar to an ice-cream truck), but I like to call it the smoothie-mobile. I was thoroughly impressed with his little creation (thus the picture and the post!), complete with a chef driver, a driver's seat, a steering wheel, a blender (that's the yellow cone with a black lid) and a green start button! He informed me that that's the button you need to push to make a smoothie. Everything else in this smoothie-mobile is completely symmetrical, except for that one start button. Can't you just see this thing zooming around town selling freshly made smoothies? Yum!

he likes me, he likes me not

Daddy: "Elijah, I like you!"
Elijah: "No, you don't! Because I don't taste good!"

breakfast

I was getting my breakfast downstairs when my work phone rang on the second floor. I didn't think running upstairs with a full cup of hot tea was a good idea, so I yelled to Ryan over my shoulder as I dashed up the steps, "Ryan, would you bring be my breakfast, please?"

Later that day Elijah was talking on his toy cell phone. He went around a corner and yelled from there, "Daddy! Would you bring me my breakfast? I am on the phone!"