His Own Sense of Humor

So, Malcolm told his first joke today. All on his own . . . no prompting . . . no repeating something he heard else where . . . he did this one all on his own, from his own mind.

Mommy: Which crayon is red?

Malcolm: This one! (holding up red crayon)

Mommy: That's right! What about this one? (holding up the blue one)

Malcolm: That's blue, Mommy!

Mommy: Good, Baby. That's right! Do you know how to say "blue" in Spanish?

Malcolm: Blue in Spanish!

Then and Now

November 2007:

September 2009:

Aunt Tabby & Uncle Nader

These lovely people are Malcolm's honorary aunt and uncle. Tabby and Nader are our dear friends, and in many ways, like a big sister and brother to us.

Today at lunch, Malcolm and I shared a plate of empanadas. Malcolm had never enjoyed these delicious treats before, and he and I both were stunned to discover that he not only would eat them, but enthusiastically wanted more and more! (He's been going through a picky eating stage.) He asked me, "Mommy, what are these?"

"Empanadas," I told him. He tried out the word a few times, but found the empanadas fit in his mouth better than the word did.

"Mommy," he told me. "I like unclenaders. They are very yummy. I want to eat lots of unclenaders."

Seriously, What Was I Thinking?

Yesterday, Malcolm woke early, and I heard the pitter patter of his little feet as his walked past our bedroom, to the living room. I heard him turn on his music (booted up the Rock Band Game on the Xbox) and expected to soon hear the pound-pound of his drum (our upside down laundry hamper together with the sticks from his xylophone.) But . . . . no bam-bam-bam. Hmm . . . then a moment later, he walked into our room. He stood beside the bed and looked into my sleep-fuzzied eyes. "Mommy, I need help. Daddy's dirty clothes are in my drum."

I wandered out to the living room, and indeed -- there was the hamper, right side up, filled with the load of dirty laundry that I never got a chance to wash the night before. Seriously, what was i thinking? Filling his drum with our dirty laundry! Bad Mommy, no biscuit.

Hop Along, Malcolm

After washing his hands for dinner ("all by my ownself!"), I told Malcolm "Hop over to your chair, Sweetie." He promptly put his two feet together, and hop-hop-hopped over to his chair.

When he arrived at his chair, he declared: "That's good hopping!"

Zoo Day

Picture Day!

Today's random assortment of photos are brought to you by the letter "M." Enjoy!