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[Sep. 21st, 2006|02:24 pm] |
So, from a few days ago...
The dog dipped his face in the waterbowl, then came to give Seve a kiss...
Seve: " This dog is all wet. We need to buy a new one."
Sorry son, it doesn't work that way.
At today's doctor's appointment, after the doctor wrote me a script, Seve asked for one too. The doc happily obliged, then gave Seve a pen to write out what he wanted. Paul suggested something with high street value... |
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| Just say no to negativism... |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|02:32 pm] |
So, it seems we have entered upon a new era in toddlerhood -- the end of negativism. For the past 3-6 months we've faced a contant barrage of negativism -- mostly expressed as "I no like X." X is usually an object of every day like and interest -- ranging from cookies to milk to Wiggles to red trains... You name it, we no like it.
Paul commented yesterday, and I agree with him, that the negativism is greatly on the decline. We rarely hear the no's any more. Added to that, a new positivism reigns throughout our land. Sadly, you can't hear the intonation used in the following sentences...
"Mama, I _like_ spaghetti."
"Mama, I _like_ trains."
"Mama, I __love__ Wiggles."
"Mama, I __love__ going for walks."
The statements are said with such emphatic determinism, that we have to hide our giggles most of the time.
Yes my friends, an era of love and good will. Can potty training be far behind? |
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| If it's all the same, let's "pretend" we already did that... |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|01:58 pm] |
My son has a really nice imagination. I caught him this morning sitting at the foot of the stairs. This is our dog, T's spot. He was talking to T. I stopped to listen for a few minutes. He was clearly telling T a story about trains. After the story ended, he told T "Hickory Dickory Dock" in its entirety. I asked him what he was doing.
S:"T scared so I tell him stories. Feel better."
I just put him down for his nap. Sleeping event #3 in the "big boy bed". Last night went fairly well, though his latest complaint is that he's "hungry" and can't sleep. "Need food mama"... He said that last night, when bedtime immediately followed a HUGE dinner, so we found that to be doubtful. The few times we've fallen for that one, we've brought him downstairs, where he has ordered elaborate choices, (i.e. cereal with milk) eaten one bite, and declared himself full.
I didn't fall for it last night. Eventually Paul offered him some "pretend food."
Cut to today's nap time... S: "I hungry mama; need food."
"What do you want S?"
S:" Pretend cookies, pretend cake, pretend cereal, pretend Pee-butter & Jelly".
I fork over the lot.
"watch me eat it ALL mama!"
I watch.
"I want more mama. Make more pee-nut jelly"
K:"Here Seve -- here's the entire refrigerator {pantomime throwing large object}. Make anything you want."
Sometimes my creativity gene is very low. |
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| Seve's linguistic tips, August/September edition |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|04:38 pm] |
Demand to eat "stinky poops" while standing outside the refrigerator.
Translation: "cheesy poofs".
S: "Look Dada, a tiny plane."
P: "Yes, that is a little plane. Some planes are big like buses and some are little like cars"
S: concerned look, "little people ride in it?"
Almost every day when he lays down for a nap, Seve will tell me,"Mama, I'm having a fun day today." Granted our average day of recent note has been spent possibly at the library, often at home, often with me grouchy and not at my mommy best. Nothing like a little positive encouragement from the child to get you going...
Yesterday in the morning:
K:"S, what do you want to do today?"
S: "I walk doggie, go to shul then go to museum. See G-mala kids."
K: "That's right, we're going to meet some other kids adopted from Guatemala when we visit the kids' museum."
S:" Seve adopted g-mala. Mama adopted g-mala. Dada adopted g-mala."
K: Smiling..."That's right S. We went to Guatemala and adopted our S. Part of mama's heart is from Guatemala, part of dada's too. We adopted you amd we're all an adoptive family together."
And just in case you thought this was all going to sharply...
S:" Mama have baby in tummy?"
K:" Yes, I do."
S: Nods knowingly, " Dada have baby in tummy too." |
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| Catching up |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|04:35 pm] |
There are many reasons to feel guilty in the universe. One of my continuing ones is that I haven't "saved" all the adorable S stories anywhere. When he first came home, I would daily jot down a line or two about what he did. It helped trigger so many memories. Some how when we spent the summer in the Bay area I stopped doing that last year.
P has wanted me to do this from the beginning, and since I too want it -- and I can also foresee the day when all I can remember is "yes, you were a baby too" better late then never.
So here's a place for S thoughts, Baby to be thoughts, and K thoughts, all brought to you by K. Tah dah! |
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| One small step for a boy; one giant step for our crib. |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|04:31 pm] |
P and S (mostly P) moved the crib into the "baby's room" today. For the past few weeks, S has been sleeping in the pack and play in his room, with the crib right next to it. We're not sure why the pack and play was preferable, but we just went with it. After they moved the crib, I suggested P just put the crib mattress on the floor in Seve's room.
Instant big-boy-bed TM.
We gave S a pillow with Sesame street pillowcase I had picked up about a year ago for him.
He demanded we set up a CD player in his room. P turned on the rocking "remarkable cows" for him.
Next thing you know, S's lying in his new bed, with tunes blasting, reading books to himself. I might add, he got up and closed the door...
Teenagers. Two year olds. Same thing. |
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