Made in Taiwan

NJ asked for crackers and peanut butter. I make them into mini cracker sandwiches. I spread them out on his plate and gave it to him. He said, "Why you put it like that?" I paid no attention, I was so hungry and busy making my own food. When I turned around, there were his crackers, stacked up like a little tower. Such strange tendencies he has. Just like the way he lines up his cars or goes around adjusting things in the house. We caught him moving one of the barstools and we asked him not to touch it. He kept insisting on turning it until it faced the same way as the other two. He also does that with the tp in bathroom. I can just picture him when he's older, having everything on his desk at right angles and going around adjusting crooked frames on walls. A while ago I made him a pb and j that I cut into smaller pieces. Some of the pb left on the knife got onto the outside of the sandwich. When he got his sandwich, he says, "Mama, why you made a mess?" referring to the pb outside of the sandwich. It was so little- who cares?! I told him to eat it, it won't hurt him.

He got in so much trouble yesterday that almost all his toys are gone. I wondered wether he'd get into more trouble not having much to play with. Nope, he made do with what he had. And to my surprise, he was taking books off the shelf to look at them on his own. Usually he just sticks to whatever pile he makes in the other room and reads them over and over until I rotate it. Nice to know he was helping himself to even more books, that made me happy.

The boys went out for errands as I got some rest (and laundry done). They came back with lunch and the first thing that NJ says is: "I have prench pries!" Baba and I laughed. "Prench pries?!" Somehow lately he's been sounding a bit Filipino, ha ha. It all started with him retelling the story about me dropping frozen string beans all over the kitchen floor. I yelled, "No Dotty, don't eat them, they're frozen!" And from then on, he'd randomly say: "Mama drop the beans and say Dotty don't eat it, it's prozen!" Baba and I would laugh repeating, "It's prozen!" So now he's got a chinese and filipino accent, hmmm...