Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Hamilton-isms


I think everyone knows by now that Hamilton is a total crack-up. I wrote down a few recent moments today, so I thought I'd better record them here before my sloppy writing makes remembering them impossible.

H: I hate being little.
Me: Why? And don't say "hate." [evidence of good parenting attempts]
H: But I hate being little. I just want to grow up.
Me: Why? [curiosity overtakes good parenting attempts]
H: 'Cause I want to be like my dad.
Me: Well, I'd be really happy if you grew up to be like your dad.
H: No, no. Tell me not to grow up, tell me to stay little forever.
Me: :)

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Proof that Hamilton needs to work on the term "sneaky":

1. He comes into the kitchen where I and two friends are talking, squeezes between everyone to try and scale the cupboard to reach a cookie. He totally telegraphs this move by saying aloud, "I'm going to get a cookie. They call me 'The Sneaky Guy.'"
2. As I'm walking downstairs today, Hamilton starts shushing me, "Shhh! Shhh!" I wondered, is he worrying about Beckett staying asleep? But, no, he then said, "I'm sneaking some candy."

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Tonight he pick-pocketed Alex and ran off with the wallet.

Alex: Hey! Give that back to me!
H: No, I'm hiding it.
Alex: But I need my wallet.
H: But I'm keeping it for my collection

Yikes! He has a collection of stolen wallets??!

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Sick

Hamilton's sick today. This is so sweet and sad all at once. He stayed in our bed until 2:00pm, lying there and sleeping, in between trips to the bathroom. It is so strange having this active, funny, challenging boy so still and so quiet. It's like he's been put on "slow mo" and "mute," which while sad, also lets me soak in his cute face, baby him a little, and appreciate how much I love the crazy dude I normally live with.

Eventually, Hamilton felt up to going downstairs to lie on the couch and watch something. Alex put on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, as requested. During the opening, Mickey Mouse says, "Hey everybody! I'm Mickey Mouse! Do you want to come play in my clubhouse?" Today, in a sad, little voice, Hamilton responded, "Yes....but I'm sick."

How do you not love this kid to the moon and back?