A bad case of the wants

Although I am happy to hear Cole forming sentences and communicating his needs in a way we can fully understand, it still comes with its pitfalls. Cole has learned how to want. And probably like most toddlers, "want" feels like need. When Cole wants something he wants it NOW. Actually, forget "now" - because he wanted it five minutes ago. This is what he usually wants:

"I want Mama." (in the middle of the night, in the morning, when I'm grading)

"I want a cracker." (usually before and after dinner)

"I want to talk to Dada." (this request occurs when Keith makes his nightly I'm-on-my-way-home-from-work phone call - which won't happen much anymore because, um, he'll already BE home!).

"I want strawberries." (this kid loooooves his berries)

"I want blueberries." (this is still by far his favorite food, aside from crackers)

"I want Doo Doo." (When will he not?)

"I want to nurse." (this want started when he repeated my question, which was - "Do you want to nurse?"

I want Doo Doo Yo Gabba Gabba.
(this is some weirdly warped combination of wants).

"I want remote." (he knows all of our hiding places for this coveted object.)

And then if you don't give him any of the above quick enough, he shouts urgently:
"I want it! I want it! I want it"

(Keith's response as of late is: I want a cheeseburger.  I want a vacation. And of course, Cole, gladly repeats this.)

Things we love right now?
He looooves to dance. He usually shouts, "Musac!" and runs to the source. Wednesday night Keith was playing the Chili Peppers on the kitchen radio and Cole started to bop his head, and before I knew it all three of us were throwing down in the middle of the kitchen. That just goes to show you how good of a band they still are.

Cole continues to be this amazingly loving little man. When we left Lori and Tommy's house Saturday night, Cole gave Tommy a kiss goodbye (Tommy wasn't really feeling a hug). So freaking sweet.

He can sit for an entire (and sometimes repeated) readings of a book. For instance, I read a book called Tired Trucks to him and he said "Again!" after I finished reading it. He said it multiple times so I ended up reading the book over and over and over again! It was awesome!

When he tells me he's just pooped or pooping or will poop. It always ends up sounding like this: "I pooped" or "I poop" and even though he appears to have strained, no poop appears.

He did go pee pee on his potty all by himself. But this happened once and since then we've had a few liquid accidents when we've chosen to let him go nakey. Grandma Carolyn assures me that it will happen and I shouldn't worry too much about it.

He's very good with learning people's names, even the challenging ones. It's just part of his determined nature to keep practicing until he gets it right.

He repeats everything we say. Everything.

Here are some cute pics from the past 6 weeks.

Cookie!

He wanted his roller coaster, but little did he know it would be so difficult to get to.

Snow!

I want to walk.

Hmmm. Outside awaits.

If I want my feet on the table, I'm  putting them up.

This robe is cozy!

Dada, this Xylophone is not doing the trick. Can you make me a balance board?