I keep saying I’m not a mommy blogger, but all that’s happened lately is stuff like this. So maybe I am.
Item 1: The 2yo is at a stage where I understand about 90% of what he says. You would get at least half, yourself. But he has a new habit to help me on that 10% that remains incomprehensible gibberish. He gets right up in my face, places his hands on my cheeks to get my attention, and yells whatever the gibberish is. Hahaha. It was funny the first two times. Now, not so much.
Item 2: The 2yo has just been to a few football games [fewer than 10 total and none in the past year] in person and has seen even fewer on TV. Yet he would rather talk about and play football than any other ball game. [Of which he's yet to meet one that he doesn't like, BTW.] But when he DOES watch a football game, it gets his undivided attention. And he acts out every tackle. And he reassures me that the players are all right as they are all getting up. He may understand more about football than his 8yo sister, and she’s got a decent grasp on the game.
I have taught him little to none of this. He just knows.
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We’ll get a Cowboys jersey in the mail to him soon… ;-)
Did I ever tell you about when I was growing up, and I asked for and received a Houston Oilers jacket? I forgot about that til just now. In 4th grade, I had an Oilers jacket. Of course, it was very pretty — all light blue and pink. But I liked it b/c all my friends were Cowboys fans and, well, I was an iconoclast back then, too.
I forgot I was an Oilers/Titans fan so early. I had ESP, I did.
Hmm. Is football genetic, or does 2yo watch a lot of football when Nashvegas sister is babysitting?