Dagan had climbed up next to Papa and was playing with his new train.
Dagan has just turned 23 months old and is a lot of fun. He does have his grumpy days and when I say that I mean grumpy. If you even look at him he goes running and screaming for his mom (Misti.) He had learned to say my name when I met him at Memorial Day and he still remembered me. He was so excited to see "Aunt Tatie" The "k" is hard for him to pronounce so that is what it sounded like. The first afternoon he wanted me to read his frog book to him, but he wasn't going to sit next to me. I had to read the book as he stood on the far side of the room and looked across at the pictures. It took awhile for him to warm up to me, but then he couldn't' get enough. The first couple of nights we ate dinner it did disturb him that I was sitting in his brother's chair, but he quickly got over that. He knows all of his colors (except black and brown), all of his numbers to 10, and all of his "c b c's" (A B C's) .
One of his favorite things to do is "steal" someone's chair. When a person gets up out of their chair, Dagan runs over to it and climbs in. Then he looks at you and says, "Ha, ha, ha, Papa's chair or Gramma's chair." If someone leaves the room, he waits for them to come back before he climbs into it so he knows you're watching.
One morning I was coming up out of the basement, he heard me and was standing at the top of the stairs. He opened the door, laughed at me, then closed the door in my face. He wouldn't let me come out because he was just standing there opening and closing the door.
One of the rules Mom and Dennis have is he can't go outside without putting shoes on. One night Dennis was grilling chicken and Dagan was standing at the door to go out. Mom told him to grab put shoes on so he could go out. He ran over and put shoes on and then stood by the door. When Mom looked down she discovered he had put on my tennis shoes and then declared he had shoes. I laughed so hard. I did go find his shoes so that he could go out with Grandma and Papa. Another night we had Mom's friend Margo over and he played with her pink shoes. It just so happened that his favorite color of the week was pink. As Margo was getting ready to leave Mom asked Dagan to kiss her goodbye. He shook his head and said, "Daddy kiss Margo. " We all laughed and asked Dagan again, but he still insisted his Dad ought to be the one to kiss Margo. Needless to say no kisses for Margo. :-(
I taught him to say thank you while I was there. He knew please, but thank you hadn't been learned. He quickly learned that he wouldn't get anything from me unless he said both "please and thank you." One day I was making him a quesedilla and I asked him what he needed to say. He stood in the kitchen, rocked from one foot to another and chanted, "please and thank you, please and thank you." Then he looked at me and said, "dilla." I told him that I understood and I was making it. He then looked at me and said, "Please and thank you, dilla." I thanked him for his manners and pointed out that I needed to cook his "dilla." He wasn't very happy and ran screaming for Misti. He couldn't' understand why he didn't instantly receive his "dilla" after using his manners.
One of his favorite things to do is "steal" someone's chair. When a person gets up out of their chair, Dagan runs over to it and climbs in. Then he looks at you and says, "Ha, ha, ha, Papa's chair or Gramma's chair." If someone leaves the room, he waits for them to come back before he climbs into it so he knows you're watching.
One morning I was coming up out of the basement, he heard me and was standing at the top of the stairs. He opened the door, laughed at me, then closed the door in my face. He wouldn't let me come out because he was just standing there opening and closing the door.
One of the rules Mom and Dennis have is he can't go outside without putting shoes on. One night Dennis was grilling chicken and Dagan was standing at the door to go out. Mom told him to grab put shoes on so he could go out. He ran over and put shoes on and then stood by the door. When Mom looked down she discovered he had put on my tennis shoes and then declared he had shoes. I laughed so hard. I did go find his shoes so that he could go out with Grandma and Papa. Another night we had Mom's friend Margo over and he played with her pink shoes. It just so happened that his favorite color of the week was pink. As Margo was getting ready to leave Mom asked Dagan to kiss her goodbye. He shook his head and said, "Daddy kiss Margo. " We all laughed and asked Dagan again, but he still insisted his Dad ought to be the one to kiss Margo. Needless to say no kisses for Margo. :-(
I taught him to say thank you while I was there. He knew please, but thank you hadn't been learned. He quickly learned that he wouldn't get anything from me unless he said both "please and thank you." One day I was making him a quesedilla and I asked him what he needed to say. He stood in the kitchen, rocked from one foot to another and chanted, "please and thank you, please and thank you." Then he looked at me and said, "dilla." I told him that I understood and I was making it. He then looked at me and said, "Please and thank you, dilla." I thanked him for his manners and pointed out that I needed to cook his "dilla." He wasn't very happy and ran screaming for Misti. He couldn't' understand why he didn't instantly receive his "dilla" after using his manners.
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