On Tuesday morning he woke up with a dry diaper and then peed on potty. As the Big Bad Wolf. He's pretty obsessed with the Three Little Pigs right now. We have the Disney version of the story, a Little Golden Book. And Stacy and Gavin watched the cartoon in Spanish on YouTube. Gavin cried at the part where the wolf blows down the straw house. "I don't like when the house blows down," he said. Stacy stopped the video and explained it was for pretend and Gavin said he wanted to keep watching.
Later he and Stacy staged a recreation of the scene from the story where the Big Bad Wolf shows up at the pigs' door disguised as a little lamb. Behold:
Last night Gavin peed on the potty at Grandma's house after I gave him a bath (we were using my mom's house as a warming shelter while our power was out. Thankfully it was restored before we had to spend the night there. Although that would have been fun. Still, it was a school night). He didn't even have his potty seat. I put my hand on the small of his back to steady him and he gripped the edges of the toilet seat. Had it been a public restroom I wouldn't have advised such a thing. In fact, I would have explained to him that public restrooms were why diapers for grown-ups were invented.
On Saturday we went to the July Babies Parenting Group monthly get-together. Gavin had a pretty awesome time, especially since there was a drum he could play. It was the kind that goes around your neck, which he recognized as the kind the monkeys play in Hand Hand Fingers Thumb. He got pretty wild and crazy, jamming out with his friend Colin who not only was born around the same time as Gavin, he's also in Gavin's daycare. At the party Gavin composed an original punk rock song called "Goodbye, Elmo." The crazy thing is, in the video you see the beginning of his creative process, but the song now has complete and consistent lyrics:
Goodbye ElmoMind you, proper performance of the song includes lots of head shaking and jumping up and down. But Gavin basically wrote a song. Which just proves that he's the coolest kid in the world. Oh, and I asked him about the lyrics. Since he doesn't have a daddy I asked him if the daddy in the song was Elmo's daddy, like maybe the voice of the song switches from the speaker (Gavin) to Elmo and back. Gavin looked at me and after a beat said, "Yes." Though I know he has no idea what I'm talking about and it's probably pretty nuts to over analyze the lyrics of a two-and-a-half year old's song. And anyway, when he composed the song he was surrounded by daddies. In the video there are a couple dads of the other kids and Gavin is talking to another one whose voice you hear. So basically Gavin was just making poetry out of his surroundings. Here's a video of the beginning of the creative process. It's not the whole song because he wasn't done writing it yet. Though he just sang it to me this morning and then again this evening and it's still intact in his adorable brain.
My daddy's knockin at the door
Santa's coming
Yow!
In the kids say the darndest things department, we had this conversation tonight before dinner:
Me: "My eyes hurt so bad."
Gavin: "Why your eyes hurt so bad?"
Me: "Mommy was chopping onions."
Gavin, turning to Stacy: "Mommy, you hit Mama D with a sharp knife on the eye?"
Stacy: "No" (and then something to Gavin in Spanish about how I am very sensitive).
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