So we have a confession to make: we are terrible about remembering to give Levi a bath. We do manage it about once each week, and sometimes we get into a groove of twice each week, but usually several nights in a row pass where one of us says "man, we forgot to give Levi a bath tonight." He never gets to the stinky phase, but grimy is a state that he tends to exist in at times :)
While Levi's favorite word is still "No!" his second favorite word appears to be "cookie." If we need something from him, we'll ocassionally bribe him with his three favorite things to eat: a nutrigrain bar, a cheese stick, or juice (which is actually 90 percent water mixed with V8 or sometimes OJ). However, the other night Tim was trying to convince Levi to come inside after playing in our backyard for awhile. Levi insists on staying outside, but also would like one of us to stay out with him, regardless of the temperature or wind speed. He'll stand at the door sobbing to go outside, then stand at the door sobbing if we step back inside for a moment. So Tim offered him the usual to get him to come back inside - but he just shouted "no!" to each one. But. When Tim offered him a cookie, which he usually only gets when he's been exceptionally well-behaved, he immediately stopped crying and asked to be picked up and brought inside. Again, not much to be surprised about; I spent a good $40 this year on girl scout cookies, almost all of which are thin mints. And at least he regularly says thank you without being asked these days. Now how to keep that trend for the next 17 years...
Levi loves to read more and more. Some evenings we'll just sit and read book after book in the living room. He also gets to bring one book to bed every night, to look at if he doesn't feel tired or just to have next to him (OK, sometimes he cuddles with them like a teddy bear. something he might also have gotten from me...) Sometimes we can hear him reading some of the words he knows to himself - usually animal noises or words like tractor, ball, or baby. This week, one night he asked to take Chica Chica Boom Boom to bed, which I think I might have read to him two or three times in total. I loved the book when I was a child - I remember thinking - these words that sound the same are genius! That night, for a good ten minutes after he went to bed, we heard random "BOOM"s from his room.
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