Romi's newest obsession: his guitar. He plays it frequently throughout the day and lets us know when he wants it by miming a strumming action. He insists on using a pick, which is also one of the words he enunciates best. He plays and strums and picks and sings and rocks out, complete with moves. If his interests as a toddler are any indication of his future career aspirations, we should feel free to spend his college fund!
Of course, playing the guitar is only one outlet for his love of music. The other is the Victrola, and in particular a "Hawaiian"-themed song from the 1930s. He loves this ditty. Of course, it doesn't hurt that Abba also swings him around during the music.
Other than that, Romi is growing and learning and generally just a lot of fun. He dumped an entire bottle of Mr. Bubble in the bath. He got sopping wet in the recent monsoon. He refuse3s to call me Ima ("No! Mommy!" he gleefully shouts). He orders the dog around and she loves him for it. He absolutely adores his new play kitchen and cooks up all sorts of yummy treats for us. His favorite color is purple and his favorite number is eight, although if you ask him how many of anything he always says "two." In fact, when he counts, he says "two...two...two" (with the correct inflection for "one...two...three."
His potty training is pretty much a done deal, although he remembers enough about our desperate bribes to ask every now and then for a reward, which means playing with Talking Tom on our smart phones. It's an app where you can "tickle" (OK, it hits) the cat, give it milk, make it purr, pull its tail and, oh yeah, it repeats everything you say to it back in a freaky voice. What one won't put up with to get rid of diapers! Of course, letting Romi use our whamy fancy-schmancy high-tech phones had an additional downside: he hated the Etch-a-Sketch. Quite simply, it was just too analog for him. He kept swiping the screen and couldn't figure out why nothing was happening--poor guy!
Other than that, Romi is growing and learning and generally just a lot of fun. He dumped an entire bottle of Mr. Bubble in the bath. He got sopping wet in the recent monsoon. He refuse3s to call me Ima ("No! Mommy!" he gleefully shouts). He orders the dog around and she loves him for it. He absolutely adores his new play kitchen and cooks up all sorts of yummy treats for us. His favorite color is purple and his favorite number is eight, although if you ask him how many of anything he always says "two." In fact, when he counts, he says "two...two...two" (with the correct inflection for "one...two...three."
His potty training is pretty much a done deal, although he remembers enough about our desperate bribes to ask every now and then for a reward, which means playing with Talking Tom on our smart phones. It's an app where you can "tickle" (OK, it hits) the cat, give it milk, make it purr, pull its tail and, oh yeah, it repeats everything you say to it back in a freaky voice. What one won't put up with to get rid of diapers! Of course, letting Romi use our whamy fancy-schmancy high-tech phones had an additional downside: he hated the Etch-a-Sketch. Quite simply, it was just too analog for him. He kept swiping the screen and couldn't figure out why nothing was happening--poor guy!
