Izani is 3!

Izani turned three today.
I had taken a video to show you how much he has progressed in terms of his speech, but it’s taking forever to upload into Yootoob, so I’m just gonna write about his progress.

This boy talks alot.
Sometimes you can understand him, sometimes you can’t. I am pretty amazed at his understanding of the applications of certain words and phrases though.
Like he knows how to use ‘because’. He knows when to use “You’re so mean!” and that it’s the opposite of “You’re so nice”.
The other day he was arguing with his dad and he said “You’re so mean!” and Taufik said he won’t take him to the pool and he retracted and said “You’re so nice, ayah. I want to be your friend”.
tee hee.

He has quite a good memory too.
During our vacation in Oman, we played the shopping list game where everybody take turns to recite the shopping list before adding their very own item at the end of the list (thus making the list longer and longer as the game progresses). Izani joined in and he not only understood the rules of the game, but he could remember most of the items on the list, (even the unusual ones, like MountainDew) albeit some not in order.

He is somewhat toilet trained.
He only wears diapers for bed and during long journeys (just in case). So far he has been very good at holding it and telling us when he needs to go. Yesterday he even went himself. He climbed up the toilet, sat, did his thing, grabbed the sprayhose thingy, washed himself, climbed down, dried, flushed and ran out quickly from the bathroom. I only heard the flush and saw him running out when I realized that he had done it all on his own.
The other day he had an accident, though. We were at a friend’s house in Muscat. I had brought him to the toilet the moment we arrived, but about an hour later the bigger boys came complaining that Izani peed in his pants. Apparently he was playing with a bag of ice. I never knew that affected your bladder somehow. But oh my god the embarassment!!! I wanted to die. I had to wash off Izani and apologized profusely to the lady of the house.
He still has the habit of taking off his clothes whenever he wants, though, and now that he’s not wearing diapers, it’s worse , coz he’d be dangly all over the house. I had bought him tiny underwear (which he correctly calls ‘underpants’) but he seldom wears them.