Yep. This year, Woodjie learnt to say, "My name Aziah!" and to use the potty. He can also almost write his name... and it isn't "Aziah." I suppose Aziah is close enough that if he were missing but introduced himself around town, that he would be returned.
I took him out to lunch today and as we were pulling into the parking lot, Woodjie told me yay he's hugwy! I don't know how, but he remembers the place from the last (and only other!) time he has been out to eat... at least five months ago. And it's just a generic strip mall. I sure wouldn't be able to tell this place from any other. How did he do that?
And. He remembered the fish in the Chinese restaurant. We had to get a table by the fish so he could watch them swim while he ate. I didn't get picky about what he ate, just this once. I gave him as many mini donuts and french fries as he wanted. I think we spent nearly two hours there before he came home and told everyone "I eat a donut!"
Tomorrow I will give him some Star Wars action figures and a Pokeball that will probably break in two weeks but he will love to death until then. Happy birthday, Woodjie! :)