Here are some super fun things I've heard in the bath lately:
Can you brush duck's teeth, and octopus's teeth too?
(Putting some soap on the washcloth) I'm going to wash the cloth's hair!
(Jumping up and down on the mat after getting out of the tub) I'm a cuddlebug! I'm a pickle!
And, my favorite dialog, maybe of all time:
A: What can I do in the tub? Can I poop in the tub?
Me: NO!
A: Can I hop in the tub?
Me: Uh, no. Absolutely not.
A: (hanging head in mock sadness) Oh. (brightens up) Can I meow in the tub?
Me: Yes! You can meow all you want to!
No meowing. End of conversation. Just fact finding I guess.
Bath time is a real party around here!
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Just Let Me Get Through The Next 9 Days
There is so much going on right now that it's hard to even collect my thoughts. Most of the big events revolve around A. We're preparing for her first launch into the world, and we are all three amped up and anxious about it.
She said goodbye to her beloved babysitter this week, as she'll be starting preschool at the end of next week. I don't think she knows that she won't be going over there regularly, like she's done for 2 1/2 of her 3 years in this world. She doesn't know what it's like to miss people, or experiences. She has no idea what she's in for, but she knows something is different.
I wish that situation could just go on forever, because it was perfect. I knew she was being cared for by someone who loved her, and she had the great fortune of getting socialized with two other great kids who just happened to be her second cousins too. But schedules change, situations change and evolution is necessary, so we're moving on to something new.
I think she's ready for preschool. I think she's going to do wonderfully in a structured environment, learning all kinds of new and exciting things, with lots of other kids to learn to get along with. But, honestly, we are anxious for many reasons.
She's been having some crazy outbursts lately. Lots of bull-headed resistance to regular, every day things, like, putting on pants, going outside, or staying in her damn bed at night. Not to mention, her sleep pattern is just messed up. Still waking up in the middle of the night, still staying up as long as she can. She's killing us, but she's also not getting enough rest, hence the out-of-control behavior. Luckily, this usually happens in the afternoon, so hopefully she'll be home by the time the cork pops off so her preschool teacher doesn't know that we are failures at getting our child to sleep.
Preschool is a place where time is limited, so what's going to happen when she decides she doesn't want to so something different at that particular moment? Will she freak out, or will she adapt? We shall see. I'm pulling for her. Is she going to read out loud at the top of her lungs during quiet time, or is she actually going to give her teacher a break? Yikes. Hopefully they won't throw my little monkey out of the zoo for insubordination. I don't know any other zookeepers that can make the time commitment we need.
Another milestone coming up is her third birthday. This year, two separate parties. One for family, that should be small and civilized, and one for friends that's going to be a wild rager. I don't know why I can't control myself with the old guest list. I feel like I need to go big, and it makes my life way, way more difficult. What was I thinking? (How can she be three already???)
And then there's school picture day (Will she let me comb her hair? Will she look at the camera? Will she insist on dressing like a crazy person?), her three year wellness check up at the doctor (No shots this round), and Halloween (they're taking bets in Vegas as to whether she will wear the bear costume that she asked for and that I spent a good deal of money on).
Things are hectic and stressful at work, and I'm not sure how I'm going to pull all this off. I will, for sure, and it's all going to be exciting and fun. But I'm gonna need a serious nap on November 2, and I'd better get it.
She said goodbye to her beloved babysitter this week, as she'll be starting preschool at the end of next week. I don't think she knows that she won't be going over there regularly, like she's done for 2 1/2 of her 3 years in this world. She doesn't know what it's like to miss people, or experiences. She has no idea what she's in for, but she knows something is different.
I wish that situation could just go on forever, because it was perfect. I knew she was being cared for by someone who loved her, and she had the great fortune of getting socialized with two other great kids who just happened to be her second cousins too. But schedules change, situations change and evolution is necessary, so we're moving on to something new.
I think she's ready for preschool. I think she's going to do wonderfully in a structured environment, learning all kinds of new and exciting things, with lots of other kids to learn to get along with. But, honestly, we are anxious for many reasons.
She's been having some crazy outbursts lately. Lots of bull-headed resistance to regular, every day things, like, putting on pants, going outside, or staying in her damn bed at night. Not to mention, her sleep pattern is just messed up. Still waking up in the middle of the night, still staying up as long as she can. She's killing us, but she's also not getting enough rest, hence the out-of-control behavior. Luckily, this usually happens in the afternoon, so hopefully she'll be home by the time the cork pops off so her preschool teacher doesn't know that we are failures at getting our child to sleep.
Preschool is a place where time is limited, so what's going to happen when she decides she doesn't want to so something different at that particular moment? Will she freak out, or will she adapt? We shall see. I'm pulling for her. Is she going to read out loud at the top of her lungs during quiet time, or is she actually going to give her teacher a break? Yikes. Hopefully they won't throw my little monkey out of the zoo for insubordination. I don't know any other zookeepers that can make the time commitment we need.
Another milestone coming up is her third birthday. This year, two separate parties. One for family, that should be small and civilized, and one for friends that's going to be a wild rager. I don't know why I can't control myself with the old guest list. I feel like I need to go big, and it makes my life way, way more difficult. What was I thinking? (How can she be three already???)
And then there's school picture day (Will she let me comb her hair? Will she look at the camera? Will she insist on dressing like a crazy person?), her three year wellness check up at the doctor (No shots this round), and Halloween (they're taking bets in Vegas as to whether she will wear the bear costume that she asked for and that I spent a good deal of money on).
Things are hectic and stressful at work, and I'm not sure how I'm going to pull all this off. I will, for sure, and it's all going to be exciting and fun. But I'm gonna need a serious nap on November 2, and I'd better get it.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Photo Show - Pumpkins & Animals
It's Fall! Best season of the whole year. Sweaters, boots, changing leaves, holidays, birthdays and pumpkins. Here are some photos from a pumpkin patch and animal farm we enjoyed today:
Behold the Rooster!
Mr. Peacock
Two Day Old Piglets
Gimme Some Food!
The Search
I don't know. Maybe crows were scared.
Pumpkin pile
More pumpkin pile
Thanks to Jessica for the great idea. We really enjoyed Fairbank Animal Farm and Pumpkin Patch!
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Everything You Say
The sleep is looking better. We've had a few nights in the last week of sleeping through the night. Yay!
The behavior is looking better. More sleep = more happy all around.
We are now deep in the phase called Monkey See, Monkey Do, with a subtitle of Monkey Hear, Monkey Say.
For the most part, it's nothing but super cute. Seeing her do really sweet and affectionate things based on how she is treated is very encouraging. She holds her toddler mirror up to us and we see that we are actually doing some things right! We are making progress toward the main goal of raising a good human. Yay!
We also see behavior that I hope continues forever. She is the best helper around the house. We can't unload the dishwasher, do the dishes, sweep the floor or unload the groceries without her coming running from the other end of the house to help. And, she's actually pretty helpful! Keep it up, little lady. Mama likes a good helper, and Daddy's not always into it.
She is hanging on every word, even when we think she's not listening. We talk a lot around here, to each other, and to her, and she seems to have a great ability for language. She talks - all the time. She talks in full, multiple word sentences. She talks in past, present and future tense, in first, second and third person. She sounds out the letters of the alphabet. She can spell her name. Every day she says new words that we have no idea where they came from. Strangers can even mostly understand what she's saying. It's amazing, and impressive.
She has also repeated some words, in the correct context and with maximum impact, that she'd better never say in preschool or in front of anyone else. Words that bring deep shame into the hearts of her parents, who know it's wrong, but let them fly in front of her anyway. Words that will get her, and definitely her parents, the wrong kind of reputation. Words that leave us speechless, and that leave her extremely satisfied because she knows she just got away with it. She's a smart cookie, and the child of a couple of soon-to-be-reformed trucker mouths.
The first time the words come out in her sweet little voice, it's all we can do not to laugh because it's so adorable. But we can't encourage this, right? We are such hypocrites already. I've started to really watch it, and J has too. It makes language a little less fun around the house (cussing is fun!), but it's worth the sacrifice to raise a polite little person. We want her to start out that way, anyway.
The behavior is looking better. More sleep = more happy all around.
We are now deep in the phase called Monkey See, Monkey Do, with a subtitle of Monkey Hear, Monkey Say.
For the most part, it's nothing but super cute. Seeing her do really sweet and affectionate things based on how she is treated is very encouraging. She holds her toddler mirror up to us and we see that we are actually doing some things right! We are making progress toward the main goal of raising a good human. Yay!
We also see behavior that I hope continues forever. She is the best helper around the house. We can't unload the dishwasher, do the dishes, sweep the floor or unload the groceries without her coming running from the other end of the house to help. And, she's actually pretty helpful! Keep it up, little lady. Mama likes a good helper, and Daddy's not always into it.
She is hanging on every word, even when we think she's not listening. We talk a lot around here, to each other, and to her, and she seems to have a great ability for language. She talks - all the time. She talks in full, multiple word sentences. She talks in past, present and future tense, in first, second and third person. She sounds out the letters of the alphabet. She can spell her name. Every day she says new words that we have no idea where they came from. Strangers can even mostly understand what she's saying. It's amazing, and impressive.
She has also repeated some words, in the correct context and with maximum impact, that she'd better never say in preschool or in front of anyone else. Words that bring deep shame into the hearts of her parents, who know it's wrong, but let them fly in front of her anyway. Words that will get her, and definitely her parents, the wrong kind of reputation. Words that leave us speechless, and that leave her extremely satisfied because she knows she just got away with it. She's a smart cookie, and the child of a couple of soon-to-be-reformed trucker mouths.
The first time the words come out in her sweet little voice, it's all we can do not to laugh because it's so adorable. But we can't encourage this, right? We are such hypocrites already. I've started to really watch it, and J has too. It makes language a little less fun around the house (cussing is fun!), but it's worth the sacrifice to raise a polite little person. We want her to start out that way, anyway.
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