There was one night I was on duty to put Julian to sleep. He was about one and a half years old.
At this point I was still a newbie at getting him to sleep. He was tossing and turning. Moving to my left side, then to my right.
Then he would climb over me again and go to the left side, and then to the right.
Frustrated, I raised my voice saying, “Julian! Pick a side! Which side do you want?”
And he pointed his finger at the door and while crying said, “Outsiiiiide!”
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At 2 years old, Julian looked incredibly cute and handsome. He was just so fine to look at and observe.
One time, I asked him, “Julian, are you handsome?”
His response: “No, I’m fingersome”
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At two and a half years old, here is Julian’s latest.
It was time for bed. Reading time had finished. We just turned off the lights.
But Mika was still talking about random stuff. And Julian was just copying whatever she was saying.
It took a while to get them to finally stop talking.
But Julian kept on tossing and turning.
Mae asked annoyed, “Julian! What are you doing?”
He said, “I’m loading”.
(A term we often use to describe ourselves and the kids right after they wake up).
We tried to hold back laughing.
Mae then said, “Julian, don’t load. You should shut down.”
Julian said, “No, I shut up”.
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And he did.