Just a couple stories for you Ags...
#1
In the midst of the rolling power outages (that we don't know are happening yet), I hear Grayson's voice bright and early Wednesday morning. At the time, I wasn't sure if it was part of a dream, I was hearing him on the monitor or if he was actually in our room. All I know is it's pitch dark and Brad isn't in bed. I shortly feel Grayson's little hands on my face and realize he's in our room. At the time, I thought perhaps he had gotten up early and Brad got him out of bed and sat him in front of the TV (as he sometimes does so I can have an extra half hour of sleep). I couldn't see what time it was, which was when I realized the power had gone out. And it finally clicked what Grayson was saying to me..."It's not working! It's not working!"
As we stumbled out of the room to find the flash light and my cell phone to call Brad, I finally realize it's about 6:30AM (Grayson doesn't usually wake until 7:30/8). I call Brad and he had left about 45 minutes prior to this and both Grayson and I were still sound asleep and the power was on.
So, our little monkey had climbed out of his crib, opened his door and made his way across the house in the pitch black to come inform me that that thing that wasn't working were his night light and fan :) We spent the morning snuggled up tight in blankets making shadow puppet with the flash light, which he loved, while for the next 6 hours, the power turned on for an hour and then off for 45 minutes and so on. It's very hard to explain to a two-year old why they can't follow their normal morning TV routine.
Later in the afternoon, he was watching one of his Boz videos when the DVD started skipping, he put his hands on his head with all of the drama and distress of a real life crisis and said, "It's happening again!" :) Over the last few days, he has purposely gone and turned off the lights and asked if we could play with the flash light...overall it was a very educational day learning about electricity.
#2
I took Grayson to Chick-Fil-A last week for a little Chicken Minis for me and a little play time for him. I'm sitting in the play area talking to one of the other Moms when Grayson looks over at her son (about his age) and goes, "Come Here, BOY!" (in much the same tone his Daddy sometimes jokingly says, 'Where's my Dinner, WOMAN?')
I was slightly mortified, but luckily the Mom thought it was funny. Grayson and I then had a lesson in politeness and asking children their names before demanding that they play with you, although I'm quite sure it went in one hear and straight out the other.
#3
Tonight we're at a Birthday party for a friend of ours who is turning 30 tomorrow. His wife wanted to have everyone pray over him. I'm sitting on the stairs with Grayson and another little boy trying to keep his not so quiet whispering to a minumum. He starts "whispering" about something, and one of the guests turns around to look at him. Grayson points and yells at the top of his lungs, "That guy not praying!!!"
(So embarrassing except for the fact that my laughter was probably more disruptive than his outburst)
