It borders on child labor, but I've taught O to scratch my back.
I can't help it - I LOVE it.
The first couple of times, I'd say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"
because it felt so good and I wanted her to know it.
She'd always laugh and just keep on scratching.
The other day, she started scratching my back,
and I rolled my shoulders and sighed like I always do,
with a big contented-cat grin on my face, and she said:
"You say Yeah-Yeah-Yeah!" and I happily obliged. :)
Sometimes too now, when she picks up her aforementioned
play phone, she'll say "I call Daddy." She'll then wait for it
to "ring", get a big grin on her face and say "Hey Babe" -
just like I do. Funny, funny little girl.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
From the mouths of babes...
Every year, it seems we wait until the last minute to get our taxes
done. This year was a tad better than normal, but not much, and
it meant a couple of trips back and forth to the accountant or
phone calls with the accountant. That's a big word for a 2yo -
she just kept calling him the Count (a la Sesame Street),
which ironically works too. :)
When we go to Target, we head to the toy section first, let her pick
a baby and a baby stroller and then she roams around with that and
we can actually get our shopping done. (At the end of the trip, she
gets to pick which toys she wants to leave the baby with so that other
kids can play with the baby later on. So far, it works every time!)
The other day, she rammed into the back of D's foot with the little
baby stroller. He turned to her and said "Say excuse me, sweetie."
In all innocence, she asks for clarification: "I burp?"
Even the guy shopping next to us laughed at that one!
I took her to Picture People for a handful of shots of her hugging on
my pregnant belly and we had a lot of fun with it. Then, sweetly,
when we got home, she lined up all of her babies and got her toy
camera for their own little photo shoot. She kept telling them to be
still and that she was almost done. "Show me your happy face!" :)
In the car, in addition to my earlier laments about her always
taking her shoes off, she often also takes the little velcro pads off
from the straps at her shoulders/neck. I then let the straps irritate
her for a bit before putting them back on, hoping that she'll stop
taking them off, but that velcro is just too tempting it seems.
The other day, after removing them yet again, she said:
"I have bare neck." This, I suppose, in addition to the bare feet
she also has from taking off her shoes!
Similarly, when I'm getting out of the car, she says she wants
to be "buckled out" - the natural opposite to being buckled in. :)
She points out the window the other day: "Cookie Monster!"
so I look, and it's a Geico billboard with the stack of money
with the googly eyes on top. Now granted, the googly eyes
DO look very Cookie-esque, but then she says:
"What Cookie doing? Cookie hiding?"
I laugh. Yes, it does indeed look like Cookie is hiding.
The one that tops the rest recently has to be when she was playing
with "her" phone - an old flip phone of mine from back in the day.
She's holding it, looking at the screen, and says "I check my email."
Rock on, sister. Rock on.
done. This year was a tad better than normal, but not much, and
it meant a couple of trips back and forth to the accountant or
phone calls with the accountant. That's a big word for a 2yo -
she just kept calling him the Count (a la Sesame Street),
which ironically works too. :)
When we go to Target, we head to the toy section first, let her pick
a baby and a baby stroller and then she roams around with that and
we can actually get our shopping done. (At the end of the trip, she
gets to pick which toys she wants to leave the baby with so that other
kids can play with the baby later on. So far, it works every time!)
The other day, she rammed into the back of D's foot with the little
baby stroller. He turned to her and said "Say excuse me, sweetie."
In all innocence, she asks for clarification: "I burp?"
Even the guy shopping next to us laughed at that one!
I took her to Picture People for a handful of shots of her hugging on
my pregnant belly and we had a lot of fun with it. Then, sweetly,
when we got home, she lined up all of her babies and got her toy
camera for their own little photo shoot. She kept telling them to be
still and that she was almost done. "Show me your happy face!" :)
In the car, in addition to my earlier laments about her always
taking her shoes off, she often also takes the little velcro pads off
from the straps at her shoulders/neck. I then let the straps irritate
her for a bit before putting them back on, hoping that she'll stop
taking them off, but that velcro is just too tempting it seems.
The other day, after removing them yet again, she said:
"I have bare neck." This, I suppose, in addition to the bare feet
she also has from taking off her shoes!
Similarly, when I'm getting out of the car, she says she wants
to be "buckled out" - the natural opposite to being buckled in. :)
She points out the window the other day: "Cookie Monster!"
so I look, and it's a Geico billboard with the stack of money
with the googly eyes on top. Now granted, the googly eyes
DO look very Cookie-esque, but then she says:
"What Cookie doing? Cookie hiding?"
I laugh. Yes, it does indeed look like Cookie is hiding.
The one that tops the rest recently has to be when she was playing
with "her" phone - an old flip phone of mine from back in the day.
She's holding it, looking at the screen, and says "I check my email."
Rock on, sister. Rock on.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Baby Brother
It's no secret that we have a LOT of conversations in our household
about damn near EVERYthing. And so, we talk about Elliott a lot too.
A few weeks ago when I told her that she used to swim in
mommy's belly, she said, very seriously: "I swim in tub!"
We've told her that E will drink mama's milk, sleep a lot, cry
at times, giggle at times, not be able to play with toys yet, but
that O can help with diapers bc he'll pee and poop.
Her response? "And toot?" Yes, he'll toot.
She's been to a couple of midwife appts with me and knows
the drill: Mama gets up on the table and gets her belly measured
and then we all get to listen to E's heartbeat. Margaret is
always great with O and has even measured her belly and
listened to her heartbeat. A couple of weeks ago, I went on a
big Babies R Us run to buy "stuff" and one of the things I got
was a second sound machine since the first has been such a
blessing with O's sleep. I was letting her play with it, she
keeps hitting the buttons until she gets to the Heartbeat sound,
puts it up to her little belly and says, again, with all seriousness:
"I listen Baby Elliott's heartbeat." Adorable.
We watch YouTube quite a bit when I'm working on the laptop and
I want her to be able to "share" a few minutes with me. She often
requests Elmo or the GaAquarium skits and has lately started to ask
for "Elmo and Babies" so we've watched a ton of those now too.
Last week she just couldnt get enough. She pointed to the 8 key
and said "Baby's button? You push that one. More babies!"
When she plays with her tub letters, we go over who's letter is
whose, and she knows that B is for Baby. The 8 looks darn close
to a B and in her little brain, it was the logical conclusion that
Baby's Button would show us more YouTube baby vids. :)
Along those same lines, we were in the car on one of our many
errand excursions, and E just did some weird flop and I blurted out
"Oh!" in surprise. Ollie, from the backseat: "That's MY letter." :)
about damn near EVERYthing. And so, we talk about Elliott a lot too.
A few weeks ago when I told her that she used to swim in
mommy's belly, she said, very seriously: "I swim in tub!"
We've told her that E will drink mama's milk, sleep a lot, cry
at times, giggle at times, not be able to play with toys yet, but
that O can help with diapers bc he'll pee and poop.
Her response? "And toot?" Yes, he'll toot.
She's been to a couple of midwife appts with me and knows
the drill: Mama gets up on the table and gets her belly measured
and then we all get to listen to E's heartbeat. Margaret is
always great with O and has even measured her belly and
listened to her heartbeat. A couple of weeks ago, I went on a
big Babies R Us run to buy "stuff" and one of the things I got
was a second sound machine since the first has been such a
blessing with O's sleep. I was letting her play with it, she
keeps hitting the buttons until she gets to the Heartbeat sound,
puts it up to her little belly and says, again, with all seriousness:
"I listen Baby Elliott's heartbeat." Adorable.
We watch YouTube quite a bit when I'm working on the laptop and
I want her to be able to "share" a few minutes with me. She often
requests Elmo or the GaAquarium skits and has lately started to ask
for "Elmo and Babies" so we've watched a ton of those now too.
Last week she just couldnt get enough. She pointed to the 8 key
and said "Baby's button? You push that one. More babies!"
When she plays with her tub letters, we go over who's letter is
whose, and she knows that B is for Baby. The 8 looks darn close
to a B and in her little brain, it was the logical conclusion that
Baby's Button would show us more YouTube baby vids. :)
Along those same lines, we were in the car on one of our many
errand excursions, and E just did some weird flop and I blurted out
"Oh!" in surprise. Ollie, from the backseat: "That's MY letter." :)
Peanuts
so yesterday, i'm sitting in the kitchen on the laptop...
o's playing with this little yellow stuffed dog that she calls nala...
it's all very sweet.
she's wearing a little skirt and a tshirt.
all of a sudden, she proudly announces:
"i have a penis."
me: "oh really? where?"
no lie, she lifts the front of her skirt to show me how
she has pulled one foot of the dog up through her legs
and is clutching it with her little tiny thighs
so that it TOTALLY looks like a penis.
the rest of the dog is back behind her.
how can i not laugh at this?! oh dear.
we have our work cut out for us!
i simply say, with as little emotion as possible,
"boys have penises and girls have vaginas."
oh dear. this is NOT the friday i expected. :)
she waddles to the bathroom, saying she has to go pee,
then comes back out and starts playing with other toys.
deep breaths. big day. soooooo funny. :)
o's playing with this little yellow stuffed dog that she calls nala...
it's all very sweet.
she's wearing a little skirt and a tshirt.
all of a sudden, she proudly announces:
"i have a penis."
me: "oh really? where?"
no lie, she lifts the front of her skirt to show me how
she has pulled one foot of the dog up through her legs
and is clutching it with her little tiny thighs
so that it TOTALLY looks like a penis.
the rest of the dog is back behind her.
how can i not laugh at this?! oh dear.
we have our work cut out for us!
i simply say, with as little emotion as possible,
"boys have penises and girls have vaginas."
oh dear. this is NOT the friday i expected. :)
she waddles to the bathroom, saying she has to go pee,
then comes back out and starts playing with other toys.
deep breaths. big day. soooooo funny. :)
Heavens!
It's been almost a MONTH since my last post?!
Where has this time gone???
I know this blog was supposed to be about
BOTH o AND e and not all O, but frankly,
she's just a tad more active than he is right now. :)
That said, we're a week away from his due date,
I'm having Braxton Hicks contractions but they're
completely pain-free. Had a midwife appt on Wed
and he's head-down which is great, but posterior,
which means he's facing "sunny side up" rather than
towards my back which is the preferred positioning.
I'm doing some goofy yoga moves to try to convince
him that he'd rather be rolled the other way - we'll see.
Is it bad that I've got "Turn, Turn, Turn" playing in my head?!
Where has this time gone???
I know this blog was supposed to be about
BOTH o AND e and not all O, but frankly,
she's just a tad more active than he is right now. :)
That said, we're a week away from his due date,
I'm having Braxton Hicks contractions but they're
completely pain-free. Had a midwife appt on Wed
and he's head-down which is great, but posterior,
which means he's facing "sunny side up" rather than
towards my back which is the preferred positioning.
I'm doing some goofy yoga moves to try to convince
him that he'd rather be rolled the other way - we'll see.
Is it bad that I've got "Turn, Turn, Turn" playing in my head?!
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