Camden-isims

Oh, how I love to listen to Camden's little voice and his daily running monologues, questions, and stories. It's so crazy for me to think how much I used to worry about his speech and what a late talker he was. At four years old, you would most certainly never know that Camden didn't come out of the womb speaking in full sentences. Here are a few of my favorite recent "Camden-isims":

We were driving in the car and Camden was carrying on his usual one-sided conversation in the back seat. Then I hear: "See what I'm doing, Mommy?" I glanced in the rearview mirror to see Camden rubbing one eye furiously. "What's wrong, buddy? Does your eye itch?" I asked, a little concerned. "No, Mommy. I am scratching off my eyeball so I can be one of the one-eyed minions."

Camden had a sleepover at my parents' lake house a couple of weeks ago. His cousins, Jacob, Alex, and Will, also attended the overnight party. Just last night, Camden started telling me a story about his trip to the "boat house". He began, "Mommy, when I was at the boat house, me, Nan, and Alex went up in the sky in a big balloon. Then when we were coming down, we saw God. He was wearing a purple mask. He looked like a Ninja Turtle."  (He clarified later that this was a dream he had while at the boat house. I can honestly say that I have never in my life imagined God as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.)

Camden was invited on a play date by a friend at school. When I told him, he said, "But you're gonna have to ask Jacob's mommy for decorations, because we don't know how to get to his house."

This afternoon, we were sitting in the Starbucks drive-thru line when Camden piped up from the back seat, "Mommy, did you get your gingerbread latte yet?" I laughed for a good couple of minutes that he has my Starbucks order memorized. (Also, I should probably cut back on the lattes.)

I love this kid. (Side note: this was his first professional haircut last week. Doesn't he look like such a little man?!)

 

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On a totally unrelated note, I've decided to begin a mini project. There were two catalysts that led me to this little undertaking. Catalyst one: the enormous toy explosion that happened in our house after Christmas. There are toys everywhere you look, even though I made it a point to donate a good bulk of older toys in the weeks before Christmas. Secondly, at Camden's play date, his friend had an awesome little designated play room. Combine these two factors, mix with a little Pinterest searching, and voila: I am officially determined to transform a room in our house into a play room. The room in question? Well, it used to be the downstairs master bedroom. Then we had kids, I decided we had to be on the same floor as the kids at night, and we were left with a pretty useless space downstairs. Right now, the room houses Matt's gym equipment (which will unfortunately have to stay in the new play room; there's just nowhere else to put it), an old bed that no one ever uses (we'll be getting rid of this), and a TV that Camden has just started using to play (old school) Nintendo. So, I'm going to be giving this room a little makeover this weekend. Look for pictures to come.