No they have no correlation except that they seem to be two of Dane's current fascinations. About a month ago we were able to witness the new Uncle Ryan (my sister's husband, not my brother) get baptized. It was the second baptism Dane has witnessed and he has really gotten a grasp on the word 'baptize'. That is he has used it in every context imaginable, from baptizing his french fry in ketchup to Cade sneezing in Mo mo's face and Dane saying "We just got baptized". He has shown me how when he takes a drink he is baptizing his mouth or tongue. The other day I was spying on him playing and he was baptizing his little people, pinching their nose and laying them down flat, then bringing them back up in pretend water of course. He realized I was watching and said "I just baptized my guys. They trusted Jesus first." He has told us that in a few years he will trust in Jesus, when he is bigger, he reassures us. I love how he is fascinated and slowly putting some of the pieces together and starting to understand bits and pieces.
Now on to the mustache segment. The other morning Dane woke up super chipper and ready to get dressed for the day. We enter his room and he excitedly tells me "First I have to put my mustache on!" I say "OK" curious as to why he has even thought of doing this. He runs over to his little table and grabs an imaginary mustache and goes through the motions of attaching it to his face. Then he gave me one to put on. For the last week or so, throughout the day he periodically put his mustache on before doing something, usually when he is getting dressed, but I haven't quiet figured out what or where he got the mustache fascination.
One more thing since I am writing about some of my favorite Dane moments. Fairly consistently when asked what he wants for Christmas he will say "paint, so I can paint the walls when I get bigger." I still don't think he quite grasps what is going on with all the gifts and presents. Though I bet it all clicks once he starts tearing into the presents Christmas day.
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| he built this giraffe all by himself. (it's the one pictured on the front of the bag) |
And to wrap this up, I just wanted to remember how sweet and funny my little three year old Dane can be. We hit a rough tantrum phase a while back, but I am so glad that that has passed. Well until the next tantrum phase hits of course. Lately he has been giving me the sweetest little neck rubs and being my best little helper. One of my favorite moments every day is when he climbs in my bed in the morning with me to 'nuggle'. Sometimes I will lay there for awhile knowing I would be better off using the time to get ready for the day, but not wanting to miss out on my 'nuggle' time, so I wait till I hear those little pitter patter sprinting steps to my room. Who needs to shower anyway?