1,2,9 and other beach stories

Peanut loves to do whatever his big brother does and more importantly he must have exactly the amount of whatever it is that his big brother is getting. Now it is important to note that right now Little Man likes to get 9 of something. 9 M&M's, 9 gummies, 9 rocks from the street...well you get the point. It goes without saying that Peanut insists on having 9 too. Luckily for us, Peanut counts like this 1,2,9 so he really just gets three of everything. If you try to get him to say 1,2,3 he will say "No, 1,2,9". So there you have it folks, it isn't quite Little Man's 1,2,5,6 of a few years ago but it is just as adorable.

Please....is Peanut's magic word. Just ask Mee-Mom. We were sitting at the beach house on our last night, eating pizza and relaxing when Peanut turns to me and says "meme?" which is his word for ice cream. We had gone out for ice cream for the past two nights and so now he thought that was how things worked at the beach. I just chuckled and told him that we couldn't go out for ice cream again but he could have an icy pop (which I had brought from home). My little con-artist turned to Mee-Mom and said "Meme, please" in his sweet loving little voice. I literally saw my mom turn into a pile of mush in her seat. She melted and then decided that she had to immediately run out and buy him ice cream because she couldn't resist his "please". So of course now he tries it out on me all the time and I am not quite the sucker for it that my mom is, although it does work a little.

Sleeping arrangements were a bit different than our normal ones. Little Man and Mee-Mom slept in the same room which made our Little Man so happy. He would wake up in the middle of the night and call out to make sure that Mee-Mom was still there. When she would say hi, he would just tell her he loved her and go back to sleep. Peanut had a bit of a tougher time. One night he fell out of bed with a loud thud and another time we found him asleep on the floor with all of his blankets and stuffed animals surrounding him.

We learned some newish words on our beach trip. Little Man kept telling us that he didn't want to get staples but he meant he didn't want to get splinters from our very splintery deck. There is another one like this but I am way to tired to remember it.

More beach stories to come as we remember them...