Right now he is singing "building umm building, building umm building". I asked him to find some blocks and build a tower so that I could attempt to write a post about him. So he went and found four blocks and is currently building a tower right in front of me, leaning on me as he builds, singing right into my ear, and I'm thinking "so much for a distraction". But such is life with a sweet little boy like N living in your house.
We are working on learning to pee and poop in the potty. I think it is going "ok". He pees every time I sit him on the pot but almost never tells us that he needs to go. This is unlike his older sisters who were... still are.. stubborn as all get out, refusing to pee even if their bladders were spilling over. When they were ready, they were ready, and the whole "potty training" process didn't last long. N on the other hand might be content to dirty a pull-up or diaper the rest of his life.
He is all boy. Loving tractors, cars, trucks, blocks , Legos and guns. I've learned that anything can be made into a gun. Mostly he shapes his Lego blocks into guns, then he goes and shoots things. We are of course Brethern a peace promoting church. So sometimes we turn his Lego block guns into Lego block crosses and teach him to say "Live! Live" instead of "Die! Die!" I really don't know where he gets it from.
He is warming up nicely to his baby sister Z. At first he hardly noticed her. Different again from how his older sisters acted when he was born. M having a nervous breakdown when she came to visit us in the hospital and he wasn't around because he had been sent to the NICU. L was quite aware of her little brother's presence also when he came home from the hospital.
N and Z now have a relationship which mostly consists of Z playing with N's toys, N taking the toys away from her then Z crying. Or Z crawling after N or touching N and N backing away crying "I scared Mommy! I scared of that!" pointing to his innocent 10 month old baby sister.
N also seems to be getting along better with his older sisters. Or maybe they have now decided that he is old enough to play with them. Or maybe because of his fun loving nature and need of attention, he doesn't mind if they dress him in dresses and paint his nails, making him into a beautiful princess, worthy to play with them.
Lately his favorite saying has been "It's my birthday!". We are in our "birthday season" which consists of 3 birthdays within four weeks of each other none of them being his.
