Jake-isms, 5-26-05

Yet another entry about Jake-isms and the things Jake is up to these days.  There's a lot, but he just does so many cute things that I want to remember, I want to get them all written before I forget.

When Jake eats hotdogs, everything gets messy.  I hate how greasy they are -- so I always clean his hands, face, and sippy cup before I take the bowl, fork, and high chair tray to the sink to clean.  The other day after I wiped down his cup, he thrust it back at me, pointed toward the oven kitchen towel and said "Dry it!"  I said "What?"  and he said "Dry it.  Towel."

Jake has a little plastic blue and green step stool in the downstairs half-bath that he uses to climb up on the potty (all by himself!), to reach the sink . . . and most recently, get to the DVDs on top of a bookshelf in the living room.  The first time he figured out he could do this, he was on his tip-toes reaching desperately to reach the SpongeBob DVD.  (WHOOOOOOOOOooo lives in a pineapple under the sea . . . . heh.)  Anyway, he suddenly stopped, ran off toward the bathroom muttering "need step stool," ran back to the bookshelf carrying the step stool (all the while muttering "need step stool . . . need step stool . . ."), then climbed up on it and he grabbed the SpongeBob DVD for me.  So now the step stool divides it's time between the bathroom and in front of the DVDs.

Whenever Jake sees a purple Booh-Bah, he points to it and says "Elauna."  I hadn't been able to figure this out, but then I asked Priscilla the other day what color Elauna's big Booh-Bah was.  (Remember when she bought Jake a big orange BoohBah she found on sale?  She got Elauna one that day, too.) It's purple. Why he remembers that one random fact about a toy he's never played with, just seen on her couch a few times when we've been over to visit, I have no idea.

Some days I think Jake loves Sadie-dog more than he loves me.  He is OBSESSED with that dog.  Everything she does makes him laugh.  He's now telling me he misses her when we pull out of mom's driveway, instead of at least waiting until we're at the end of the street.  Tuesday night all evening he was sing-song saying "Oh Saaaaa-deeeeeee.  Oh Saaaaaaa-deeeeeeeee."  Seriously.  All night.

On Wednesdays we spend the night at my mom's because I get there late (because of piano lessons after work.)  It's nice to just chill out with my parents and not have to leave so early in the morning to get to their house, Lou comes over for the evening and spends quality time with Sadie dog us (not to mention being able to just leave Jake in bed at 6 a.m. instead of dragging him half-asleep to the car.)  And usually Jake's more than thrilled to stay at Nana's, because the dog is there and hey, Nana's house is fun.  But our house is having more and more appeal lately -- mostly because of his fairly new computer games.  And I think the alone time with me.  So sometimes on Wednesday nights when I get there, Jake says "Go home?  Drive in car?  Go home?" and I have to tell him we're staying.  This morning I was getting up to get ready and he woke up and I hear a "ma . . . ma . . . " whimper.  I picked him up and rocked him a little and he leaned back and looked up at me and said "Mama, go home."  I said "No, I have to go to work now, but you can play with Sadie and I'll come get you this afternoon and then we'll go home."  He said "No.  No work.  Go home.  With me." Poor kid.  Broke my heart.  (And read my mind.)  I handed him off to my mom . . . what's funny, though, is an hour later I called from work to see how he was doing -- my mom said "Jake, do you want to talk to mommy?" and he said "NO!  No.  I playin'."  He's so goofy.

Jake's obsessed with Media Play.  He asks me EVERY DAY if we can go there.  People, he's been inside the store like three times in the past year (ok, all 3 times were within the last 2 months), but he knows there's books, videos, magazines, toys, software there . . . hell, it's the coolest store ever!  Why NOT go there every day?  He pronounces the words Media Play pretty well, actually (especially for him.  Some things he says are still closer to baby babble, but stuff like this sounds extremely clear.)

Tuesday Jake and Zoe were playing on the swing-set, going down the slide feet first on their stomachs.  Mom said that EVERY SINGLE TIME he landed, he said "That was fun!" Every. time.  Like 50 times.  "That was fun!" 

So I've mentioned before my child's obsession with teeth-brushing . . . yesterday he was playing with Mr. Potatohead, and it dawned on him that Mr. P has teeth.  He hopped up, ran to the half-bathroom (where I keep an extra toothbrush because I always want to brush my teeth -- hmm, wonder where he got that obsession?), and he grabbed my toothbrush.  He came back into the living, sat down with Mr. P, and proceeded to "brush" his teeth (all the while telling me "Brush teeth, mama.")  It was so cute, I couldn't get mad.  So I took pictures instead.  I'm definitely throwing that toothbrush out, though.

One last one:  Tuesday night I was talking to Priscilla about Jake's hair, asking her if it looks weird now that it's so short.  She of course said he looked fine (like she would tell me he looks bad now . . ) and I was rambling about it . . . Jake looked at us with his hand on his head and very seriously said "Nana did it."  Ha ha!

Comments

[Ninotchka]

Your kid kills me! My favorite is "stepstool, stepstool, stepstool" and "Nana did it." Just precious!

[Andrea]

These are always so great, Jen!! I look forward to all the Jake-isms that you post!! So cute!!

[Sue]

I always love reading about Jake - he's such a little cutie! I can identify with the 'No work. Go home' request, kills me every time. But, just like Jake, Ryan is always too busy have fun when I call to speak to him. Hardly ever speaks to me on the phone ;) LOL at Mr Potatohead having his choppers brushed!