On the way home from Flagstaff, Josiah was tired and cranky and had a half-hour meltdown when we pulled off to nurse the girls next to a pumpkin field. Daddy took him out to look at the field, thinking this would help cheer him up. Unfortunately Josiah got the idea that we could take a couple pumpkins home, so the meltdown started anew. "Siah want pumpkin!" he cried. Then he wanted noodles. And Grandma. And he didn't want his shoes on, and he was cold, and he wanted Mama to hold him, but then he didn't, and he wanted to know where the pumpkin farmer was (we told him he was probably eating dinner--this stuck in his head and he asked if he was eating noodles the rest of the evening). On and on went the hysterics. Finally we got him semi-composed and set out again. We pulled into Phoenix around 7 p.m. or so and stopped by Trader Joe's for a few essentials for supper and breakfast the next morning. I humored Josiah and bought a pumpkin and noodles. He had so much fun with that pumpkin the next couple days! Finally he and Daddy carved it and lit a candle it in. He was impressed with the whole process. So here are some pictures of the pumpkin fun . . .
Serious about his pumpkin! The girls were interested, too.
Josiah loved using his toy knife on the pumpkin! He also loved rolling it off the couch or table and bouncing it like a ball, but we had to put a stop to this, since the pumpkin started splitting.
Abby
Josiah moved to avoid the sisters.
Abby gets a taste
Abby
Lydia
Girls and play food
I have a couple more funny stories about Josiah to share, and nowhere better to post them than with this set of pictures. So here you go!
1. Uncle D taught
Josiah what it means to "shoot" things--so now instead of "spraying,"
Josiah likes to say he's "shooting" everything. I knew it would
inevitably come at some point. Yesterday he pointed his hammer at me and
said, "Shoot Mama!" I told him no, we don't shoot people. So then he
said, "Shoot Daddy!" I said, "No, Daddy is a person, too." Then he tried
"Shoot Lydia!" and on down the line of Abby, Uncle Justin, Aunt Anna,
and Grandma. I told him these were all people, and that Josiah was a
person, too. And we don't shoot people. He seemed to think the
information about everyone being a person was interesting, but he
objected pretty strongly to himself being a person. In response to me saying, "Josiah is a person, too," he replied, "NO!" Siah not a person." Even as I write this he's
sitting in his chair in the kitchen calling out to me, "Siah not a
person, Mama! Not a person!"
2. Josiah likes to run laps
through the kitchen, laundry "room," living room, and dining area. He
pretends he's in a band sometimes, playing a tuba. Other times he's
"skating"--he says, "Set, GO!" and takes off, pretending to skate on the
tile floor. Yesterday as he ran his laps, he started saying in an
authoritative voice, "Forty days and forty nights! Forty days and forty
nights!" I believe he got this Biblical reference from our frequent
reading of various versions of Noah's ark.
