Roman Stories

Roman is spelling and reading a bit now, but he's as obsessed as ever with his beloved letters. But now his relationships are becoming more complicated I guess. The other day he was playing with an "M" toy and decided to bring it into the bathtub with him. He was playing, splashing, washing and talking to M in the bath happily as I left the room. Then a couple minutes later I heard him starting to holler and get angry. I came back and Roman thrust the M towards me, yelling, "Don't want that M! Don't want that Mmmmmmm!"

Here he is eatina raw onion becuase it looks like an O. If I can't get Roman to eat, I just make his food into a letter and he'll eat it.

This morning we were at the grocery store and I was looking through the spices trying to find Coriander (no luck). I looked down and Roman was trying to chew his way into a bottle of Mrs Dash. He's almost two, but he still eats everything! Even if it tastes awful and makes him cry, like soap or pepper, he's likely to do it again. Seems like a dumb thing for a genious kid. Anyway, I took the spice away from Roman and kept shopping, but Roman started crying and yelling "Doesn't taste good! Doesn't taste good!" And next thing I knew he was barfing his little guts out, barfing out bits of plastic from the spice bottle and green beans from the produce aisle. I was frantically catching the barf with my hands and then the grocery list and then his sweater. After that he was happy as can be, running around finding letters and numbers. The whole thing actually made me feel really grateful, becuase I realized that it's been awhile since he has barfed in the store and I am very happy about that.