Reed can "spell" "Reed Hambly": R-e-d-d H-m-b-l-y. One day he heard me spell "Hambly" and started chanting "H-m-b-l-y!" I then tried to teach him "Reed." He's pretty close.
Reed has been able to open doors with handles you pull down for quite a while. But our house now has the handles that you turn (the ones that look like balls) and he figured out how to open those just this last week. Now he LOVES opening and closing doors.
four month shot. Reed: "This my lambie, mommy."
drum mutes. Reed convinced us to keep the circles and now loves to assign each of us a circle and do the hot dog dance on top of them. Also pictured in this shot is his necklace--one of my old ones that he is in love with and wears daily.
Buddy loves to play with stickers lately. Luckily, he usually only sticks them on paper :)
Reed has a great memory. He can recite entire books if prompted a bit here and there. The book he is best at reciting is Little Green.
Reed is a great helper with chores. He's always loved to clean, but lately he's taken it to a new level. He often tells me, "Mommy, you need to put this in the dishwasher." He also likes to take his dishes to the sink and throw them in.
Whenever I say I'm going anywhere (e.g. "I'm going to the bathroom" or "I have to run out to the car") Reed says, "Oh, I'll come Mommy." What's even better, though, is the tone he uses--he says it as if I've been searching for someone to come with me and he will grace me with his company. It's great.
Reed has always loved to be sung to, but recently he's started singing, too. He knows all or most of the words to a lot of songs. A few of his favorites are "I am a Child of God" "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," The ABCs, and "The Grand Ol' Duke of York."
Reed has started tickling us back. He loves to tickle Daddy's face. The best part is that he's actually softly scratching Ryan's face and Ryan is just pretending it tickles.
We have entered the "terrible" phase of being two. Reed is generally a really good little boy, but sometimes, when he doesn't get his way, he either yells at us, starts scratching his own face (weird), or collapses on the floor.
Reed loves to play with Baby Asher. The first thing he asks every morning is, "Baby Asher woke up? He want to play with me?"
Reed said, "Mommy, I have a bucket hat!" I turned around, and he really did have a bucket hat.
When Reed really wants something and we say no, he goes off on these rambling explanations of why he should have whatever it is he's asked for. An example:Reed: "Mommy, I want to sleep in you bed."
Me: "Not today, Reed. You're going to sleep in your bed."
Reed: "But Mommy remember how you bed is all cozy and has guys and pillows and guitar blankies and little pillow just my size and guys and it's all cozy..."
He keeps going until you stop him. It's really funny.