Merritt is growing by leaps and bounds.
Yesterday, he came up to me and said,"I have an idea."
YYYAAAAHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
I love that he is beginning to finally have the skills to express himself.
One of the most frequent phrases he is saying,"I wike that." or "I wike _____!"
BTW, his idea? I'm not sure. Something about the letter 'e'----
He does know all the letters and the sounds that they make.
He is almost counting to 20 correctly.
And all that is from picking it up from what is around him. I don't sit down and teach him numbers and letters.
He loves superheroes. Ironman, Batman, and Spiderman reside at the top of the list.
The other day we walked through Target without a cart. And, he was able to navigate the toy aisle, the make-up aisle, and the long wait at the checkout just like a big boy being a good listener (and did not take any merchandise off of the shelves without neatly putting it back . . . AMAZING!!!)
Doesn't really like bread but he loves meat, macaroni, treats, and whatever I am drinking.
Last Sunday, he actually managed to put up with the whole Sacrament meeting thing for almost 50 minutes before running out of the Chapel. He had his first day in Primary as a Sunbeam on Sunday (we fed him a LARGE snack at 12 since church is 11-2 and they aren't allowed to feed the kids anything). He did pretty well with Erik's support during Sharing Time. And, since no one came to fetch us for the third hour, we are going with the assumption that his behavior was at least close to being appropriate.
He thrives on pears and go-gurts and, basically, any illicitly gained items he takes from the counter. He runs on a pretty high activity level and burns calories faster than anyone else around us.
He loves doing what his brother is doing. When he tires of it, he is known to go find something else to do . . . and recently, sometimes it is to get a book and read it.
He is doing a great job becoming a preschooler! His teacher reports that she enjoys having him in her classroom, that he participates fully (that one made me giggle), and he doesn't shy away from working on his "sounds" work. (He attends a speech therapy preschool.) He still has a problem transitioning from the car to the school, but he is always smiling and happy when I pick him up.
This evening he asked me where his "packpack" was. I reminded him that we put it in the laundry room. He went in and quickly came out with a PRIZE. He had earned a prize from the treasure box at school. All of us were so thrilled for him. (It was one of those sticky hands that you fling and it breaks in about 30 seconds.)
Erik put a large mirror in his room today at his height so that he can see himself, full body and all. He loves it! (Thanks, Aunt Mandy!) He just stood there in awe and then struck some awesome dance moves.
I figured out a spot for our piano keyboard, recently, and he can often be found working out the tunes on it.
I am never bored when he is around. I love my Merritt!
