Likes to bug Grandma: Grandma: (to Kendrick) You have to say a number, or what? Magnus: What! (this happens EVERY time he hears her say "… or what?")
Likes to show Grandma:
Grandma: <lecturing> If you don't eat all your food, Grandma is waiting to eat it. That's why you have to…
Magnus: <scarfs down three big pieces of potato>
Grandma: Oh wait!! What are you doing!??! That's too much!!
Magnus: <giggle>
Discovering scatological jokes? Magnus:B-O-D-Y that spells body! Gina: That's right! Magnus:B-O-D-Y that spells potty! Gina: Noooooooo, it doesn't spell potty! Magnus: <giggle>
Enjoying the shock factor: Magnus: <Reaches between his toes, picks out a piece of rice, and puts it in his mouth> Grandma: <exclaims> Housekeeper: <exclaims> Magnus: <giggle>
Does A follow B? Gina: Sorry Magnus, you can't eat mango right now because you might be allergic. Magnus: <pause> The mango has nuts!
Learning to express his emotions: Magnus: NOOO!!!! Gina: What's the matter, Magnus? Magnus: WANT TO YELL AT PEOPLE!!!!
Can't bear to stop playing hide-and-seek with Daddy Kendrick: Magnus, do you have to pee? Magnus: <clutching weewee> No! No! No!
Magnus is learning all sorts of songs from his pre school class, and so am I for that matter. The teachers at his school are mostly from the UK and they use a slightly different set of songs than what I grew up with.
For example...
Once I Caught a Fish Alive: We first sang this song together at a mom+tot class at the mall. He didn't seem to like it that much at the time, but now he loves it and sings the whole song for us. He especially likes to show us his pinky finger
Wind the Bobbin Up: this one stumped us for days. Magnus told me the name of the song but I couldn't understand what he was saying. My best guess was "Why the bump and roll". Magnus actually started to enjoy keeping us in the dark, and he would do all the actions, but he would only mouth the words.
Most of the other songs he does I've heard of before - twinkle twinkle little star, the wheels on the bus, and many more. I love school. :)
Grandma Nancy landed a couple of weeks ago, and despite the stifling heat at this time of year, she is really enjoying all the quality time with her grandkids!
Kendrick organized a family vacation to a beautiful resort nearby called Banyan Tree (1.5 hour away). What a treat!! We had a little villa on the beach and it was really really good. The only downside was the car ride to and from the resort. Little Maya can't stand the car seat and she made sure we knew it. She cried more than she did when she was born.
On the way to the resort, we were surprised to discover that we had to take a 5 minute ride on a jetty.
Maya is not too sure about something.. the boat ride? The head gear?
Magnus: Maya looks like a gate!
Magnus was a little nervous, but after the boat ride he asked to go back on the boat:
Maya's perking up here:
Checking out our new digs:
Ummm, not too shabby ;)
An evening swim...
… plus show. Magnus is a spectator behind the camera:
The view of the grounds at night:
This was supposed to look cool, but actually turned out to be a little horror-movie creepy:
Good morning sunshine!
Last swim before leaving. Kendrick is coaxing Magnus into the pool:
Success!
Maya relaxes inside with Grandma!
There was a British couple who were admiring her legs when we checked out:
All our meals were at the resort restaurant, which was consistently delicious. Magnus loved it so much because he got to drink a lot of juice, eat french fries, and have ice cream after every meal (except breakfast).
Magnus: <to a passing waiter> I want to order chocolate ice cream please! Gina: Magnus, we already asked for ice cream, you don't have to ask again.
He did this several times, no matter how many times I explained that the ice cream was coming. However, he asked very sweetly and the staff really liked him. Our waitress was thoroughly charmed when he thanked her for making his lunch.
He even behaved well when I took away his ice cream. I told him that he had eaten enough, and that he would not get any more ice cream. I put the bowl on my side. He asked, very nicely, if I could move the bowl back in front of him. I said ok, but not to expect to eat any more. He very calmly and quietly reached out and stirred the remaining ice cream a little. He then turned to look at me. And he kept looking at me. I finally had to look back and what I saw was a surprisingly adult-like gaze of reproach through his puppy dog eyes. I broke out laughing and said sorry, no more ice cream! A little later, I told him it was time to leave the table to wash his hands, and although you could tell he was reluctant, he finally said in a muted voice, "OK Mommy". At this point I couldn't resist giving him one last spoonful of ice cream before taking him down. One happy little boy, and one table of amused adults.
