Gordasee

I'm copying my friend, Becca who recently posted a hilarious three act "play" about her 2nd son, Brigham. If you have a second, you must read it, not only to laugh at the amusing and clever antics of her little boy, but also to be amazed, as I am, at how similar Brigham and my Gordon are. Actually, both of Becca's boys and my older two were cut from the same respective cloths. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about Gordy-Roo this week and today, he gave me some funny fodder to share. Note: my post is not nearly as funny or well-written as Becca's, but they're fun little tidbits I want to remember.



No matter where we go, Gordon will strike up a conversation with anyone who will listen. The girls at Great Clips and grocery store clerks especially love him. Today we went to "Freddy Smith's" (Fred Meyer turned Smith's Marketplace) where I let him pick out two Hotwheels-- one for him, one for Thomas-- and two treats. He and our checker, an older lady, conversed about his treats and how he planned to give this one to Tom and keep this one, and how he was very nice to share. She even gave him his own little bag to put the treats in. As we were walking away, but still within earshot of the checker, he said, "Wow, she was funny! And a little bit crazy, too!"



My newest discipline tactic has to do with reinforcing the positive-- after Thomas and Gordon get in a fight and spend their minutes in their individual time-out spots, I've been having them come back together, apologize, then say one nice thing about the other one. Gordon and I were discussing some of the nice things he could say today.

Gordon came up with: "You're cute," "You're a sweet boy," and "You're kind of dumb."



Yesterday, the boys were playing outside in the snow, when Gordon started banging on the basement window. When I went downstairs, he asked me, through the glass, to open up the door. "This isn't a door, it's a window!" I said, loudly, through the window. Gordon shrugged and said, "If you say so."