Top ten all things Jacob:
10) Talking about when he grows up. Recently he said, "When I grow up I want to be a grocery store man. Everybody will know Jacob is a grocery store man." I wondered where the heck that came from, then I realized it resembled a Busytown plot.
9) Playing doctor. I actually don't mind this pretend game because it's the one where I get to expend the least amount of energy. I just have to lay there and tell Jacob what's wrong and then pretend it hurts when he gives me a shot. I can even get him to fetch me things, as long as I say, "Oh can you get me such-and-such, since I have to stay on the doctor's table?"
7) Running away from us and saying "You can't catch me!" When we're on walks, in public, at home; whether you want him to or not.
6) Diggin for worms in the backyard. Jacob is nice to them and makes them new homes, brings them back to their 'mommies' when he's done. He's obsessed with them now anytime we're in the backyard - at least he's gentle with them.
5) pretending he's a baby animal. This is another way I can get him to do whatever I want him to. I just have to use a funny momma lion voice, or whatever animal it is that day.
3) Folding laundry. Yes, Jacob loves to fold laundry. He does a pretty good job too. We sort the laundry according to whom it belongs (he is excellent at this part) and Jacob's laundry goes into his little shopping cart. Then he wheels it to his room and I hang stuff while he folds the stuff that has to be folded. He absolutely loves this because it's helping out, and what kid doesn't like to 'help'?
2) "Where are my thumbs?" This is probably the most boring of all the pretend games. And the most obvious. C'mon, you actually think I really can't figure out where your thumb is? This is mostly played in the car when there is nothing else to do and Jacob can't really move, so I've got to give him credit for improvising.
1) Working. Working anything. And I mean like construction work. He's so into this addition that we've got going, and he's really good at certain stuff too. He'll work for hours on end with Zach - won't eat, or drink, take the time to pee until it happens in his pants, and then he won't even tell me because that would mean he'd have to stop working to change his clothes. There's a picture of him hammering (properly) up above. I don't believe he's ever banged his hand.
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