So why would I kill him? Yesterday I got home from working with Chris on something and Miriam our nanny tells me Harmon is asleep. She leaves and I get ready to meet with someone who is coming to the house. I take advantage of the 10 minutes I have to finally sit, rest, munch on some popcorn, and have some DP. Than I hear "Mooooommmmyyyy, are you here?" "Yes Harmon, go to sleep!" "Mommy I poop" "Okay I'll be right there." So I go and put up my popcorn quickly and get ready to change his diaper. Low and behold the diaper is open on the floor in front of me and poop is everywhere. That is when he exclaims so proudly "Mommy, look I finger paint my poop." I sat and calmly explained that we don't play with poop. We don't touch our poop. He quickly apologized and promised to wait for me to take his paints out next time.
And sometimes he is just too honest. This morning I decided to weigh myself the first time since I think before New Orleans before getting dressed and I tell him playfully "Uh oh, Mommy gained a pound..." and he looks at me very seriously "Mommy eats too many cookies. Mommy no eat cookies and give to Harmon. Mommy no gain weight". I just couldn't stop laughing at my son trying to con my desert off me but it also made me wonder, who talks about eating cookies and gaining weight? It sure isn't me or Chris, we love our cookies.
Than there are the times when he is so adorable. He brings me his trains every morning while I'm often still asleep and he than explains to me how each train slept. He always tells me how pretty I am and he gives hugs and kisses all day long if you let him. Yesterday was his first new gym class since he started school. This time his siblings are in the class so I had my hands full even with Miriam's help but he just behaved so well. He loved showing me all the great things he can do. I really appreciate how much he is learning to follow directions. He loves his books so much that he recites his books from memory to us now. He is so smart!
He also has a crazy imagination. Yesterday after the poop painting I laid him back to sleep. He wakes up yelling "Mommy my ear hurts!!!!!" I run in and ask what happened. "An old man came through my window and poked me in the ear and now my ear hurts..." The gentleman who I was meeting with asks me when I came back he asked "did he just say..."
Well just as I was finishing this post Chris was changing Harm's diaper and Chris exclaimed "holy cow that is a lot of poop". Harmon runs off to tell me: holy cow, holy sheep, holy goat, holy dog, and than after much thinking "holy penguin".... we had to break down giggling! Again I don't know where he gets it from :p