Alexander is full of clever remarks, sweet songs, "I love you Mommy"s, and silly faces. If you ask him how he is doing, he always replies, "Great." One of his favorite things in the world is a "holly pop" (lolly pop). He often blocks the doorway and the password to get through is usually "holly pop." He doesn't like anyone to talk about how cute he is or laugh over cute things he says. He gets very upset and feels like he is being made fun of. I have to be really careful of when I choose to tell Jackson stories from the day in order to not offend Alexander. He LOVES to help. Any time I start to cook, he grabs a chair and wants to be my helper. If there is a job, he wants to help do it. He enjoys helping me in the garden just as much as he does cooking. He doesn't like to go potty. He doesn't like to wear underwear or shoes. He loves primary, which I am so happy about because he really didn't like nursery at all.
He still mixes up his s's if they are at the beginning of a word. For example "spoon" is "psoon," "school" is "ksool," "small" is "msall." That combined with this little raspy voice is so cute!
He likes to have his hair done. He always wants it done with gel and "psikees" (spike-ees).
He LOVES his blankies. The original set of 4 that I was given when he was a newborn were in tatters. They were all ripped into small squares and rectangles and were various shades of grey and brown. He would bunch them all in a pile to sleep with. I bought him a new set for Christmas and he took to them right away. In fact, as soon as he opened them, he ran to his bed, got the old ones, and threw them in the trash can! I was so surprised! My other kids have all preferred their old blankies over any new ones I get them even if they are identical.
He loves to collect eggs from the chickens every day. He gets very upset if anyone else brings them in. (Yes, that is chicken poop on the bottom of his shoe). I am getting really sick of chicken poop. I can't decide yet if my love for the eggs outweighs my annoyance at the poop.
He also loves to get the mail for me every day. He is starting to understand that the mailman only comes once a day and it is usually right around lunch time. He keeps his eyes out and as soon as he sees the mail truck he is ready to go. He won't go out, though, until the mail man has gone on to the next house.
We had a mail box casualty. The massive bush got loaded down with snow and started pushing on the mailbox. The wood post was pretty old and had some rotting. It started out as just a slight lean toward the road and over about a week's time it eventually hit the cement. We tried propping it back up in the bush to buy us some time, but it was no good. I knew I wanted that bush out of there, so we used a basket as a mailbox for about a week until we had time to rip the bush out and install a new pole (which was kindly crafted by Jackson's dad).
