We had M&Ms before breakfast today! A celebration of T's first use of the potty. Yeaaaaa!
And then T earned MORE M&Ms for everyone after breakfast, for another, and perhaps more challenging potty first! Yeaaaaa! Yeaaaaa!
(Did you notice... there is ONE "yeaaaaa" for the first potty use, and TWO for the second use? I'll let you figure it out.)
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Now Serving #4
Since Oo is 4 years old, her favorite number is 4. And because Oo's world must be systematic and organized (which does not necessarily mean "tidy"), EVERYTHING must equal the number 4.
If she's eating baby carrots, she wants to be given exactly 4 carrots. Every bite of those carrots consists of 4 small nibbles before she chews and swallows. If she's filling a cup with water, she holds the cup under the water to the count of 4. If she's eating M&Ms, she'll eat only 4 M&Ms, not 3 and not 5. But if she wants more M&Ms, she wants exactly 4 more. Should I tell her she can only have 2 more, she'll say, "No thank you. Give them to T because he's 2 years old."
She rinses away her toothpaste with 4 sips of water. Before she'll come in the house for dinner, she slides down the slide 4 more times and then must sniff 4 flowers in our yard. She blows 4 kisses to Adrian in the morning, and makes 4 pictures when we're painting. There must be 4 kisses on each boo boo and 4 books read at a time to her.
Oo turns 4 1/2 next week. I was planning on baking her a birthday cake shaped in a half circle to celebrate. But now I'm wondering. If she knows she is 4 1/2, just how much will it complicate matters? Four and a half carrots, bites, sips, M&Ms, slides, flowers, kisses, books... Oy! I need to think this through.
If she's eating baby carrots, she wants to be given exactly 4 carrots. Every bite of those carrots consists of 4 small nibbles before she chews and swallows. If she's filling a cup with water, she holds the cup under the water to the count of 4. If she's eating M&Ms, she'll eat only 4 M&Ms, not 3 and not 5. But if she wants more M&Ms, she wants exactly 4 more. Should I tell her she can only have 2 more, she'll say, "No thank you. Give them to T because he's 2 years old."
She rinses away her toothpaste with 4 sips of water. Before she'll come in the house for dinner, she slides down the slide 4 more times and then must sniff 4 flowers in our yard. She blows 4 kisses to Adrian in the morning, and makes 4 pictures when we're painting. There must be 4 kisses on each boo boo and 4 books read at a time to her.
Oo turns 4 1/2 next week. I was planning on baking her a birthday cake shaped in a half circle to celebrate. But now I'm wondering. If she knows she is 4 1/2, just how much will it complicate matters? Four and a half carrots, bites, sips, M&Ms, slides, flowers, kisses, books... Oy! I need to think this through.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Current Antics
Once again, I have been lagging behind in my blogging. And once again, it was because of Gummy Bear.
Nothing major to report, other than Oo's theater class performance last week, which I have to say was A-DOR-A-BLE. I took video of it, which I want to edit before I post -- most of the footage is of Oo spinning on one foot, trying to make her dress poof out. So until then, here are some pictures:
And now, some little things the kids are currently doing that entertaining us:
- Oo wakes me up every morning. She tip-toes into my room, stands by my bed, and kisses the tip of my nose. If I don't wake up right away, she'll say, "Wake up, Momma" in a quiet sing-songy voice. I've never been much of a morning person... until now.
- T loves to swing. Always has. He loves when we give him big pushes on his baby swing and send him flying high. But he's also attempting to swing on a big-kid swing. He holds on tight... most of the time. It's going to take a while to learn this new skill. He has, however, quickly mastered how to brush dirt out of his hair!
- Now that her hair is longer, Oo has 3 hair style options -- a pony tail, pig tails, or a clip to hold back her bangs. How does she decide which style to wear? In typical Oo fashion, she follows a pattern -- a hair clip one day, a pony tail the next, pig tails after that, and then back to a hair clip on the 4th day.
- If T doesn't like the way he did something, he has a do-over. For example, he was walking down the stairs today. He made it down 3 steps when he suddenly realized that he wasn't holding on to the wall for balance. So he walked back up the 3 steps and made sure he was holding on to the wall (double- and triple-checking himself) before he went back down again.
- (Nicole... If you're reading this post, be sure to skip past this paragraph. Trust me.) Oo is so lovey, and she tells us all day long that she loves us. Similar to the book "Guess How Much I Love You", she says she loves us "as tall as that tree" or "as big as our yard." When she wants to let us know that she loves us "a lot, a lot, a lot," she'll say, "I love you as far as Chicago." (Our good friends moved to Chicago last year. She misses them "a lot, a lot, a lot," and so to her, Chicago is the farthest place on the planet from our home.)
- Now in the "terrible" part of the Twos, T just wants to be taken seriously. He has been practicing his under-the-eyebrow scowl in front of the mirror lately. And he'll randomly walk up to me and declare, "I serious."
- Oo is obsessed with secrets. If she tells me she's pretending to be a fish, for example, she'll say, "Don't tell Daddy! I don't want him to know I'm a fish." But as soon as he walks into the room, she'll say, "I just HAVE TO tell him! I can't resist." She is also quick to rat me out to Adrian if she thinks I did something that he wouldn't approve of. Of course, Adrian thinks this is hilarious.
- T hums all day long. He has quite a repertoire, including some of the obvious songs, like the themes to Sesame Street and Elmo's World. He also like to hum a waltz he heard on a Baby Einstein video.
- When drawing people, Oo starts with their head, followed by a stick-figure body. She then gives them underpants -- which always look like polka-dotted boxers -- and then draws clothes on top of the body and underpants.
- T has started to make his toys talk to each other. A rubber duck will say, "Hi blue fishy" to the fish bathtub toy, and the fish will say, "Hi duckie." Then T will purposely drop the duck onto the floor and say, "Oops, duckie bonk a head... I okay."
- Oo has strayed away from having imaginary friends. But now she has imaginary big sisters and big brothers -- and they are all characters that she has seen on TV.
- T is in a mommy-love phase right now. I get many, many hugs around my legs every day, and if I'm sitting on the floor, he'll tackle me with a hug from behind. He also likes to make sure I'm always near. If he's headed upstairs, down to the basement, or outside with Daddy, he'll say "Mon Mom" (Come on Mom) until I follow him.
- Inspired by a family down the street, the kids have starting "playing" soccer. They both are very good at dribbling a ball up our driveway with their feet, but I have not yet been able to convince them to play in the grass.
- Oo daily begs to play Internet games. Not a fan of computer games, I only let her play for a short time. She used to play on Playhouse Disney's site, but fortunately she now prefers the games on PBS Kids' site, which are far more educational and challenging. T doesn't use the computer yet, but he loves to side right up to Oo and watch her play. And of course, he has to push a few keys on the keyboard when she's playing, which sends her into a fit. "Ugh, little brothers..."
- T is talking more and more every day. He's recently added some phrases to his verbal repertoire that, combined with his toddler pronunciations, are so freakin' cute. To list a few:
"App-pooter seeping" -- Apple computer is sleeping. (turned off)
"Ah pah pan, mo less" -- It's all part of the plan, more or less. (a phrase he regularly hears on Oo's favorite TV show)
"See you wake up" -- I'll see you when I wake up. (what he says before falling asleep for a nap)
And our number one, most-favorite phrase is "I wan pun-bah pear-puns puss-pah!" -- I want a Spongebob Squarepants push-up pop!
That's all for now. But before I sign off, here's a picture of T reading his favorite books, which he can recite from memory: "Panda Bear, Panda Bear, What Do You See?" and "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?"
Nothing major to report, other than Oo's theater class performance last week, which I have to say was A-DOR-A-BLE. I took video of it, which I want to edit before I post -- most of the footage is of Oo spinning on one foot, trying to make her dress poof out. So until then, here are some pictures:
And now, some little things the kids are currently doing that entertaining us:
- Oo wakes me up every morning. She tip-toes into my room, stands by my bed, and kisses the tip of my nose. If I don't wake up right away, she'll say, "Wake up, Momma" in a quiet sing-songy voice. I've never been much of a morning person... until now.
- T loves to swing. Always has. He loves when we give him big pushes on his baby swing and send him flying high. But he's also attempting to swing on a big-kid swing. He holds on tight... most of the time. It's going to take a while to learn this new skill. He has, however, quickly mastered how to brush dirt out of his hair!
- Now that her hair is longer, Oo has 3 hair style options -- a pony tail, pig tails, or a clip to hold back her bangs. How does she decide which style to wear? In typical Oo fashion, she follows a pattern -- a hair clip one day, a pony tail the next, pig tails after that, and then back to a hair clip on the 4th day.
- If T doesn't like the way he did something, he has a do-over. For example, he was walking down the stairs today. He made it down 3 steps when he suddenly realized that he wasn't holding on to the wall for balance. So he walked back up the 3 steps and made sure he was holding on to the wall (double- and triple-checking himself) before he went back down again.
- (Nicole... If you're reading this post, be sure to skip past this paragraph. Trust me.) Oo is so lovey, and she tells us all day long that she loves us. Similar to the book "Guess How Much I Love You", she says she loves us "as tall as that tree" or "as big as our yard." When she wants to let us know that she loves us "a lot, a lot, a lot," she'll say, "I love you as far as Chicago." (Our good friends moved to Chicago last year. She misses them "a lot, a lot, a lot," and so to her, Chicago is the farthest place on the planet from our home.)
- Now in the "terrible" part of the Twos, T just wants to be taken seriously. He has been practicing his under-the-eyebrow scowl in front of the mirror lately. And he'll randomly walk up to me and declare, "I serious."
- Oo is obsessed with secrets. If she tells me she's pretending to be a fish, for example, she'll say, "Don't tell Daddy! I don't want him to know I'm a fish." But as soon as he walks into the room, she'll say, "I just HAVE TO tell him! I can't resist." She is also quick to rat me out to Adrian if she thinks I did something that he wouldn't approve of. Of course, Adrian thinks this is hilarious.
- T hums all day long. He has quite a repertoire, including some of the obvious songs, like the themes to Sesame Street and Elmo's World. He also like to hum a waltz he heard on a Baby Einstein video.
- When drawing people, Oo starts with their head, followed by a stick-figure body. She then gives them underpants -- which always look like polka-dotted boxers -- and then draws clothes on top of the body and underpants.
- T has started to make his toys talk to each other. A rubber duck will say, "Hi blue fishy" to the fish bathtub toy, and the fish will say, "Hi duckie." Then T will purposely drop the duck onto the floor and say, "Oops, duckie bonk a head... I okay."
- Oo has strayed away from having imaginary friends. But now she has imaginary big sisters and big brothers -- and they are all characters that she has seen on TV.
- T is in a mommy-love phase right now. I get many, many hugs around my legs every day, and if I'm sitting on the floor, he'll tackle me with a hug from behind. He also likes to make sure I'm always near. If he's headed upstairs, down to the basement, or outside with Daddy, he'll say "Mon Mom" (Come on Mom) until I follow him.
- Inspired by a family down the street, the kids have starting "playing" soccer. They both are very good at dribbling a ball up our driveway with their feet, but I have not yet been able to convince them to play in the grass.
- Oo daily begs to play Internet games. Not a fan of computer games, I only let her play for a short time. She used to play on Playhouse Disney's site, but fortunately she now prefers the games on PBS Kids' site, which are far more educational and challenging. T doesn't use the computer yet, but he loves to side right up to Oo and watch her play. And of course, he has to push a few keys on the keyboard when she's playing, which sends her into a fit. "Ugh, little brothers..."
- T is talking more and more every day. He's recently added some phrases to his verbal repertoire that, combined with his toddler pronunciations, are so freakin' cute. To list a few:
"App-pooter seeping" -- Apple computer is sleeping. (turned off)
"Ah pah pan, mo less" -- It's all part of the plan, more or less. (a phrase he regularly hears on Oo's favorite TV show)
"See you wake up" -- I'll see you when I wake up. (what he says before falling asleep for a nap)
And our number one, most-favorite phrase is "I wan pun-bah pear-puns puss-pah!" -- I want a Spongebob Squarepants push-up pop!
That's all for now. But before I sign off, here's a picture of T reading his favorite books, which he can recite from memory: "Panda Bear, Panda Bear, What Do You See?" and "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?"
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Gummy Bear
Okay, so in my last post I alluded to "Gummy Bear." "Gummy Bear" is what keeps me from blogging more often. "Gummy Bear" is what slows down my responses to your emails. "Gummy Bear" is what makes me merely a shadow on Facebook.
"Gummy Bear" is a video on YouTube. But I'm not the one watching it.
This short movie will show you what I'm talking about.
If you'd like to see the video T is obsessed with, follow this link:
The Gummy Bear Song
"Gummy Bear" is a video on YouTube. But I'm not the one watching it.
This short movie will show you what I'm talking about.
If you'd like to see the video T is obsessed with, follow this link:
The Gummy Bear Song
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Miscellany
The kids have been giving me many little things to blog about, but, thanks to T, I can only use the computer in secrecy. He has a new obsession with the laptop. Every time he sees it, he climbs all over me yelling, "Gummy bear! Gummy bear!" (More about that in a future post.) So while T is distracted, I'm going to try to get you caught up on all the little things. Here goes:
Toddler Trade-off
Exactly 14 days ago, T ran head first into the terrible twos. Seriously. The change in his disposition was so sudden and dramatic that I could enter the exact date into his baby book. His first MAJOR tantrum happened in my doctor's building (just a follow-up appointment). Oo pushed the elevator call button before T could. After screaming, he threw himself to the floor. Where did he land? Halfway in the elevator (which had just arrived) and half out of the elevator. Not yet allowed to lift him, I held the doors open with my body while I used my foot to roll him the rest of the way into the elevator. He screamed all the way up.
Just as suddenly as his big tantrums started, his language skills have taken a big leap forward. He's had a great vocabulary for a while, but he rarely chose to use it. Preferring a caveman-like style of communication, he usually grunted and pointed to tell us what he wanted. But all of a sudden he's narrating everything and using longer phrases: "Cookies in bowl," "Shoes and socks on... go outside," "Play with blocks, please." We're all enjoying hearing what he has to say!
Garbled
Even though T's language skills have improved, his pronunciations are not always clear. At lunch the other day, he looked at me excitedly and said, "Moon schnoob noot!"
Me: What did you say?
T: Moon schnoob noot.
Me: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Oo, do you know what he's trying to tell us?
Oo: Nope.
T: (losing patience) Oo, I SAID, 'Moon schnoob noot!!'
"I said" was a new phrase for him, and it was said with such serious frustration that I had to fight off my giggles.
Puddle Jumping
The kids have new raincoats and matching froggy rain boots (Oo also has a Hello Kitty umbrella that Santa gave her this year), and Oo has been begging and begging to try out the new rain stuff. But after the slew of ear infections this fall and winter, I've been hesitant to take them outside to play in the rain -- our rainy days this spring have all been quite chilly and windy.
Well, I finally caved. On a recent rainy morning, I suited the kids up in their rain gear -- AND their winter hats -- and we headed out to play. The kids were so excited you would've thought it was Christmas. After squealing, stomping in puddles, catching raindrops with their tongues, and twirling the Hello Kitty umbrella again and again, they fought me tooth-and-nail when it was time to go in for lunch. The battle, however, was immediately over once I announced they could have hot chocolate with their lunches.
The Band
Oo often spends an afternoon each week practicing for "the big performance." Her performance may be anything from a dance show to a puppet show to a musical variety show (complete with costume changes). Her "rehearsals" are long and intense, with the goal of being ready to put on the show for Daddy after dinner that night. Once dinner is done, but before the dishes can be cleared, Oo assigns seats to Adrian and I (usually in the back row... her stuffed animals get preferred seating), and the show begins.
Her latest creation was a rock concert (which, come to think of it, she never did perform for us). She decided the dining room was her dressing room, the living room was the stage, and the kitchen was where the band rehearsed and came up with all their ideas. I asked her if her band had a name, and she replied, "The 3000 Band. And do you know why we are The 3000 Band? Because you have to pay 3000 money to listen."
Dream big, little Oo. Keep dreaming big!
Picky
As with all kids, my kids can be picky eaters. Oo has long had a "no skin" food rule, which translates into no skin on her apples, pears and plums, as well as no crust on bread. She has just taken the no-skin rule to a new level. Now "no skin" also applies to hot dogs, and -- as if she didn't already eat very slowly -- she frees her peas and corn from their tiny skins before eating them.
The list of foods T won't touch has always been more lengthy than Oo's list. At our favorite ice cream shop, he added a new item to his list. I ordered two kid scoops of Oo's favorite flavor -- Blue Cosmo (it tastes like cotton candy). T's never had this flavor, and neither kid has ever had sprinkles on their ice cream before (what kind of mother am I??). When I gave them the cups of bright blue ice cream topped with rainbow sprinkles, their eyes lit up and they squealed with delight. T loved the new flavor of ice cream, but the sprinkles... After each bite of ice cream melted in his mouth and was swallowed, T would say, "Bleah!" And then he'd stick his tongue out to wipe the sprinkles off one by one. I felt bad that his treat was marred by my choice to add sprinkles, so I scraped off all the sprinkles and ate them myself. The sacrifices a mother makes for her children!
No S'more Please
After several rainy days in a row, the kids and I got pretty squirrely. To break the monotony, we made S'mores bars together -- like Rice Krispie Treats, but using Golden Grahams and stirring in chocolate chips and extra marshmallows. Oo helped by cutting the butter into little pieces and by doing much of the stirring. T helped... that is helped himself to a lot of marshmallows! After dinner that night, we were all excited to taste our new creation. T, however, took one lick, said "Bleah," and handed the s'more to Adrian. Oo took several bites of hers before pulling it apart to eat just the chocolate chips. She then declared that she no longer likes marshmallows. Adrian and I "had to" spend the next several days eating the rest of the s'mores by ourselves. Poor us!
Stop Copying Me!
Keeping true to the title of my blog page, T does everything that Oo does. No longer entertained by this, Oo yells at T, "Stop copying me!" at least a dozen times a day. At the library, I stumbled across (as if by divine intervention) the perfect children's book to help keep the peace in our house. It's called "Copy Crocs," and was written by David Bedford. In the story, Crocodile is annoyed when his friends do everything that he does, so he keeps running to get away from them. In the end he realizes that it is more fun to have his friends with him than to be alone. The book has worked wonders for us. Now when T imitates Oo, she usually shrugs her shoulders and says, "T's being a copy croc again."
It's in the Genes
Many people comment about how much T looks like Adrian. But last October my cousin took a picture of T that, to those of you who knew me as a little kid, looks a lot like me. I forgot I had the picture until I was tidying up my email inbox yesterday.
"Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away..."
I have to mention we LOVED the warm sunny weather we were having. On Saturday, I took our niece to an afternoon showing of "Monsters vs. Aliens." I'll admit, it was a little silly to sit in a dark theater on a sunny day, but it doesn't matter because we had fun! Back at home, Adrian and the kids took full advantage of the great weather. Below is a picture he sent to my cell phone while I was at the movie. It's classic Oo!
Well, I gotta sign off for now. T's climbing on me yelling, "Gummy bear!"
Toddler Trade-off
Exactly 14 days ago, T ran head first into the terrible twos. Seriously. The change in his disposition was so sudden and dramatic that I could enter the exact date into his baby book. His first MAJOR tantrum happened in my doctor's building (just a follow-up appointment). Oo pushed the elevator call button before T could. After screaming, he threw himself to the floor. Where did he land? Halfway in the elevator (which had just arrived) and half out of the elevator. Not yet allowed to lift him, I held the doors open with my body while I used my foot to roll him the rest of the way into the elevator. He screamed all the way up.
Just as suddenly as his big tantrums started, his language skills have taken a big leap forward. He's had a great vocabulary for a while, but he rarely chose to use it. Preferring a caveman-like style of communication, he usually grunted and pointed to tell us what he wanted. But all of a sudden he's narrating everything and using longer phrases: "Cookies in bowl," "Shoes and socks on... go outside," "Play with blocks, please." We're all enjoying hearing what he has to say!
Garbled
Even though T's language skills have improved, his pronunciations are not always clear. At lunch the other day, he looked at me excitedly and said, "Moon schnoob noot!"
Me: What did you say?
T: Moon schnoob noot.
Me: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Oo, do you know what he's trying to tell us?
Oo: Nope.
T: (losing patience) Oo, I SAID, 'Moon schnoob noot!!'
"I said" was a new phrase for him, and it was said with such serious frustration that I had to fight off my giggles.
Puddle Jumping
The kids have new raincoats and matching froggy rain boots (Oo also has a Hello Kitty umbrella that Santa gave her this year), and Oo has been begging and begging to try out the new rain stuff. But after the slew of ear infections this fall and winter, I've been hesitant to take them outside to play in the rain -- our rainy days this spring have all been quite chilly and windy.
Well, I finally caved. On a recent rainy morning, I suited the kids up in their rain gear -- AND their winter hats -- and we headed out to play. The kids were so excited you would've thought it was Christmas. After squealing, stomping in puddles, catching raindrops with their tongues, and twirling the Hello Kitty umbrella again and again, they fought me tooth-and-nail when it was time to go in for lunch. The battle, however, was immediately over once I announced they could have hot chocolate with their lunches.
The Band
Oo often spends an afternoon each week practicing for "the big performance." Her performance may be anything from a dance show to a puppet show to a musical variety show (complete with costume changes). Her "rehearsals" are long and intense, with the goal of being ready to put on the show for Daddy after dinner that night. Once dinner is done, but before the dishes can be cleared, Oo assigns seats to Adrian and I (usually in the back row... her stuffed animals get preferred seating), and the show begins.
Her latest creation was a rock concert (which, come to think of it, she never did perform for us). She decided the dining room was her dressing room, the living room was the stage, and the kitchen was where the band rehearsed and came up with all their ideas. I asked her if her band had a name, and she replied, "The 3000 Band. And do you know why we are The 3000 Band? Because you have to pay 3000 money to listen."
Dream big, little Oo. Keep dreaming big!
Picky
As with all kids, my kids can be picky eaters. Oo has long had a "no skin" food rule, which translates into no skin on her apples, pears and plums, as well as no crust on bread. She has just taken the no-skin rule to a new level. Now "no skin" also applies to hot dogs, and -- as if she didn't already eat very slowly -- she frees her peas and corn from their tiny skins before eating them.
The list of foods T won't touch has always been more lengthy than Oo's list. At our favorite ice cream shop, he added a new item to his list. I ordered two kid scoops of Oo's favorite flavor -- Blue Cosmo (it tastes like cotton candy). T's never had this flavor, and neither kid has ever had sprinkles on their ice cream before (what kind of mother am I??). When I gave them the cups of bright blue ice cream topped with rainbow sprinkles, their eyes lit up and they squealed with delight. T loved the new flavor of ice cream, but the sprinkles... After each bite of ice cream melted in his mouth and was swallowed, T would say, "Bleah!" And then he'd stick his tongue out to wipe the sprinkles off one by one. I felt bad that his treat was marred by my choice to add sprinkles, so I scraped off all the sprinkles and ate them myself. The sacrifices a mother makes for her children!
No S'more Please
After several rainy days in a row, the kids and I got pretty squirrely. To break the monotony, we made S'mores bars together -- like Rice Krispie Treats, but using Golden Grahams and stirring in chocolate chips and extra marshmallows. Oo helped by cutting the butter into little pieces and by doing much of the stirring. T helped... that is helped himself to a lot of marshmallows! After dinner that night, we were all excited to taste our new creation. T, however, took one lick, said "Bleah," and handed the s'more to Adrian. Oo took several bites of hers before pulling it apart to eat just the chocolate chips. She then declared that she no longer likes marshmallows. Adrian and I "had to" spend the next several days eating the rest of the s'mores by ourselves. Poor us!
Stop Copying Me!
Keeping true to the title of my blog page, T does everything that Oo does. No longer entertained by this, Oo yells at T, "Stop copying me!" at least a dozen times a day. At the library, I stumbled across (as if by divine intervention) the perfect children's book to help keep the peace in our house. It's called "Copy Crocs," and was written by David Bedford. In the story, Crocodile is annoyed when his friends do everything that he does, so he keeps running to get away from them. In the end he realizes that it is more fun to have his friends with him than to be alone. The book has worked wonders for us. Now when T imitates Oo, she usually shrugs her shoulders and says, "T's being a copy croc again."
It's in the Genes
Many people comment about how much T looks like Adrian. But last October my cousin took a picture of T that, to those of you who knew me as a little kid, looks a lot like me. I forgot I had the picture until I was tidying up my email inbox yesterday.
"Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away..."
I have to mention we LOVED the warm sunny weather we were having. On Saturday, I took our niece to an afternoon showing of "Monsters vs. Aliens." I'll admit, it was a little silly to sit in a dark theater on a sunny day, but it doesn't matter because we had fun! Back at home, Adrian and the kids took full advantage of the great weather. Below is a picture he sent to my cell phone while I was at the movie. It's classic Oo!
Well, I gotta sign off for now. T's climbing on me yelling, "Gummy bear!"
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Make a Wish
While Oo and I sat on the floor playing today, I noticed an eyelash on her cheek. I carefully picked it off and showed it to her as I explained one of my favorite childhood superstitions: make a wish, close your eyes and blow the eyelash away to make the wish come true.
Her eyes twinkled with the possibilities and she grinned a big grin. Before closing her eyes and blowing her lash away, she whispered, "I wish, I wish my eyelashes would stay on."
Her eyes twinkled with the possibilities and she grinned a big grin. Before closing her eyes and blowing her lash away, she whispered, "I wish, I wish my eyelashes would stay on."
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Easter
Over the course of this holiday weekend, I composed three blog entries in my head. And now I can't remember what I was going to write. So rather than try to recall and recompose three entries, I'm just going to share some pictures.
Visits from Grandparents:
Both of my parents made trips into town last week to help out with the kids. The kids were beyond excited!
Egg Hunt with Neighbors:
Every year we get together with other families on our street for an Egg Hunt at the park. This first picture is of T all bundled up. He does NOT like cold weather and was quite crabby until we layered him with an extra sweater and his winter gloves.
Oo and some friends taking a break after the hunt.
Oo and a friend taking stock of their spoils.
Easter Morning:
Before bed Saturday night, Oo informed both Adrian and I that she planned to wake up early, tip-toe downstairs and find all the eggs before anyone else could. What she didn't count on was being the last one to get up -- she was pooped out from running around the park the day before.
Once Oo was awake, the four of us headed downstairs to find out what the Easter Bunny had left. T bee-lined directly for his basket, pulled out a new pair of sunglasses, and put them on. He was so fascinated with his new shades that he didn't bother to look for eggs.
Lovin' the new glasses, T wore them ALL DAY LONG.
Aunt Meanie will be proud to learn that after finding all of the Easter eggs, Oo (aka Mini-Meanie) set to task sorting all of the contents of her Easter basket. As the picture below shows, the sorting included an entire jar of play beads separated by color, and later by shape.
Oo was thrilled with her new Easter dress. She loved that it was polka dotted (circles are her favorite shape) and that it matched the pink sparkly shoes that Aunt Cindy gave her. To add an extra touch of fanciness, we painted her finger nails bright pink. I love her girly pose in this picture!
Visits from Grandparents:
Both of my parents made trips into town last week to help out with the kids. The kids were beyond excited!
Egg Hunt with Neighbors:
Every year we get together with other families on our street for an Egg Hunt at the park. This first picture is of T all bundled up. He does NOT like cold weather and was quite crabby until we layered him with an extra sweater and his winter gloves.
Oo and some friends taking a break after the hunt.
Oo and a friend taking stock of their spoils.
Easter Morning:
Before bed Saturday night, Oo informed both Adrian and I that she planned to wake up early, tip-toe downstairs and find all the eggs before anyone else could. What she didn't count on was being the last one to get up -- she was pooped out from running around the park the day before.
Once Oo was awake, the four of us headed downstairs to find out what the Easter Bunny had left. T bee-lined directly for his basket, pulled out a new pair of sunglasses, and put them on. He was so fascinated with his new shades that he didn't bother to look for eggs.
Lovin' the new glasses, T wore them ALL DAY LONG.
Aunt Meanie will be proud to learn that after finding all of the Easter eggs, Oo (aka Mini-Meanie) set to task sorting all of the contents of her Easter basket. As the picture below shows, the sorting included an entire jar of play beads separated by color, and later by shape.
Oo was thrilled with her new Easter dress. She loved that it was polka dotted (circles are her favorite shape) and that it matched the pink sparkly shoes that Aunt Cindy gave her. To add an extra touch of fanciness, we painted her finger nails bright pink. I love her girly pose in this picture!
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