About Trey...

It's been a while since we've done a Trey update, so here goes.

- He is aware that there is a baby in Mama's tummy, and that sometimes the baby makes Mama not feel good or need to eat something at odd times. He loves looking at the ultrasound pictures. In fact, while we were looking at them the other day, Trey named the baby. Ladies and gentlemen, the little one shall henceforth be known as "Dolphin".

- In our house, Trey will only eat two meals per day. He shuns dinner completely. Never even makes it to the table. I'll ask him, "Trey, are you hungry? Do you want to eat dinner?" The response is always, "No, I don't like dinner." Hasn't eaten dinner in over 2 weeks. I don't know if this is OK or not.

- A few days after the "Daddy can't count" incident, Trey surprised us by counting to twenty correctly, and he has done it correctly ever since. Little stinker.

So we've returned our educational focus to letters. Trey is absolutely fascinated with letters. He now knows that groups of letters form words. If he sees a word written in all caps, he will read me each letter and then say, "What's that say, Mama?"

I'm trying to introduce the concept of big and little letters, and the fact that each letter has a sound. So far he knows H and Z. And even though he can't really make the sound, he thinks the sound for X is hilarious.

- The kid is anti-potty. I mean ANTI-potty. With a few random exceptions, he will pitch an absolute fit if we even make the suggestion of using the potty.

It freaks me out a little, because at the back of my mind I have the June deadline looming in front of me. Then part of me thinks, even if we get him trained by the time the baby comes, he's likely to regress out of vengeance toward us, so maybe we sould just wait. And then I remember how horrible I was for the first 3 months of Trey's life and can't imagine trying to potty train and care for a newborn. Sigh.

- Trey is head over heels in love with Christmas lights. And everything that has lights on it, no matter what it is, is called a Christmas tree. Our neighbors across the street put lights up on one of their buildings, and Trey stood at our window staring at them. "OOH! Look at the Christmas tree! It's bootiful!!"

I decorated Friday, and Trey insists that all the lights should be turned on at all times. It's a lot of fun. Christmas is just better with kids around.


Trey continues to push his boundaries, especially with me, and he rages when he doesn't get his way. He does things he knows he shouldn't do, and even tells us about it, as if to brag. Discipline is a little easier now that pregnancy has drained me of patience, but discipline only seems to hurt Trey's feelings for a moment, rather than preventing the behavior.

Amid all this, the boy is such a joy to us. Funny and smart and loving. Getting more inquisitive by the day. I keep waiting for the first, "Why?" He is outgoing and super-friendly. He is honest and unashamed.

Loves, absolutely loves, to be the center of attention. If something makes us laugh, he will ride that horse till it falls over, repeating the same action until no one laughs anymore.

He sings. He prays sweet, almost whispered prayers at random times throughout the day. Every once in a while, he will tell a long, drawn out story of which you can only make out a few words, but his expression tells how important it is to him.

What can I say? We are blessed.