Mr. Trey
Time for a Trey update.
Slowly, things are getting better. We're having more sweet moments. Part of that may be due to the fact that Trey hasn't been around here much lately, and so what little time he spends at home, he tends to enjoy. Part of that may be a deliberate change in my own attitude, thanks to being convicted by this post and Ephesians 4:2.
Anyway, family life is improving. We still have our moments. Several times daily. Trey is very strong-willed and gets his stubbornness honest. Discipline is tough, but we'll get there.
Potty training is improving too. We have had several great days, including a nice stretch of #2s in the potty. Preschool and vocal celebration over each incident have been the only incentives used. Yay!
Trey continues to practice his letters and numbers. He recognizes all numbers up to 100, and has counted objects into the thirties. He knows all uppercase and most lowercase letters. He knows all letter sounds, and we are working on reading short words. He recognizes quite a few words. I think, though, this may be memorization rather than actually sounding them out.
Colors are inconsistent. He knows yellow and green very well, mixes up red, orange, and blue, and completely disregards all others.
His imagination is wide open, and a lot of his play revolves around pretending or making up stories.
He talks. All. The. Time. When he runs out of things to talk about, he makes up a song. Usually of the narrative sort, describing whatever he is doing at the time. "I'm gonna put my car away, doo-dah, doo-dah..." But the mouth must never stop moving.
The questions. Oh, the questions. Oh, oh, the repeated questions. "What are you doing? What are you going to do after that? What are you going to do after that? Hey Mama, what are you doing?"
When Trey was about a year old, a friend told us, "You spend two years trying to get your kid to talk, and the rest of their life trying to get them to stop." We thought that was horrible at the time. Now, we're there. Love you Trey!
Trey's favorite people in the world are his Poppop and Granddad. And that is so great. As much time as he spends around women, Trey needs good quality man time. Get dirty, feed cows, pee outside, tractor riding man time.
He has so much energy. He still loves helping out, at least when it suits him. Loves making messes. Loves working in the garden, swimming in his pool, and playing in the mud. He is inquisitive about everything and forgets nothing.
Trey is growing up so fast. It's hard to believe he'll be going to preschool in a few weeks. Slow down big boy! I'm not ready to let you go yet!
Slowly, things are getting better. We're having more sweet moments. Part of that may be due to the fact that Trey hasn't been around here much lately, and so what little time he spends at home, he tends to enjoy. Part of that may be a deliberate change in my own attitude, thanks to being convicted by this post and Ephesians 4:2.
Anyway, family life is improving. We still have our moments. Several times daily. Trey is very strong-willed and gets his stubbornness honest. Discipline is tough, but we'll get there.
Potty training is improving too. We have had several great days, including a nice stretch of #2s in the potty. Preschool and vocal celebration over each incident have been the only incentives used. Yay!
Trey continues to practice his letters and numbers. He recognizes all numbers up to 100, and has counted objects into the thirties. He knows all uppercase and most lowercase letters. He knows all letter sounds, and we are working on reading short words. He recognizes quite a few words. I think, though, this may be memorization rather than actually sounding them out.
Colors are inconsistent. He knows yellow and green very well, mixes up red, orange, and blue, and completely disregards all others.
His imagination is wide open, and a lot of his play revolves around pretending or making up stories.
He talks. All. The. Time. When he runs out of things to talk about, he makes up a song. Usually of the narrative sort, describing whatever he is doing at the time. "I'm gonna put my car away, doo-dah, doo-dah..." But the mouth must never stop moving.
The questions. Oh, the questions. Oh, oh, the repeated questions. "What are you doing? What are you going to do after that? What are you going to do after that? Hey Mama, what are you doing?"
When Trey was about a year old, a friend told us, "You spend two years trying to get your kid to talk, and the rest of their life trying to get them to stop." We thought that was horrible at the time. Now, we're there. Love you Trey!
Trey's favorite people in the world are his Poppop and Granddad. And that is so great. As much time as he spends around women, Trey needs good quality man time. Get dirty, feed cows, pee outside, tractor riding man time.
He has so much energy. He still loves helping out, at least when it suits him. Loves making messes. Loves working in the garden, swimming in his pool, and playing in the mud. He is inquisitive about everything and forgets nothing.
Trey is growing up so fast. It's hard to believe he'll be going to preschool in a few weeks. Slow down big boy! I'm not ready to let you go yet!
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