Playing Memory Mama Style

We bought Scrumpy a Memory game some time ago. While the box says ages 3+, we figured we would push he learning skills beyond his chronological age. Of course, we were not going to start with true Memory. We began with identifying all the pictures. Fortunately, most of them, he knew. They images consist of things like balloons, pizza, bicycle, cake, flower, turtle, cookies, dog, etc.

Next step was to match the pieces. Faced up, we would ask him to find both bicycles. Okay, so he wasn't so responsive. However, when you ask him to find both cookies, he knew right away where they were. To test our suspicions further, we asked him to find both balloons. Well he did, with a little help. Ask him to find both ice cream cones and he's on it!

My son is motivated by food. I'm not sure where he got that from, but I'm thinking that is definitely my side of the family. Our development of the Memory game continues. Now we are trying to teach him that the cookie on the board game piece isn't one you can eat.

Like My Shirt?

I do not know when we entered this phase. Scrumpy has always been so ambivalent about what he wears. Of late, he actually expresses opinion on what clothes he wants to wear. His favorite thing right now is a blue Cars shirt. When he puts it on he asks everyone, and I mean everyone, "like my shirt?".

This is a prime example of Scrumpy's taste in clothing. An electric blue Cars shirt coupled with navy blue with red stripe Elmo pants, to be accented with skull emblazoned black Vans. All his choice. Thank goodness we were only off to Grammas. If his desire to choose his outfits continues on this path, I guess I am going to have the have the conversation sooner than later that blues cannot be worn with blacks.

Lesson of the Day

Scrumpy, what did we learn today?

"Dont"
"Sit"
"On"
"Baby"

It is hard to explain to a 2 year old, why a 7 month old cannot carry you on piggy back. Simple sentences work best.

Manners

Scrumpy wanted a snack so I gave him a bowl of goldfish crackers. They looked really good so I got a small bowl for myself. We both finished our snack. He wanted more so he gave me his bowl and I went into the kitchen and poured him a refill. He came back with my bowl as if to say, "pour yourself some too, I know you want them." When I took the bowl from him he told me, "say thank you". I did.