Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Things I Love:
- New vocab. Girls got like 40 or 50 meaningful words now. I’m always surprised by what comes out of her mouth.
- Sentences! Like for example, “Mama! All done! Bye bye!” When she’s done with lunch. Or “Oh no! Where’d it go? I don’t know!” Granted you need a Parent Certified Translator to understand these sentences – like “Pretty flower” actually sounds like “Reepie WOWwee!” but STILL. Sentences with two and three words. Harvard, baby.
- The little bits of politesse we’ve taught her coming out. She says “Thank you!” sometimes without prompting, and almost always when she’s handing you something. The “pees” is becoming more of a language staple too. It’s really hard to deny something to a little person whose voice is saying “Up, pees, Mama!”
- Singing. I made up little hand motions to The Wheels on the Bus and Lucy knows what each of the things do on the bus and will sing them - “round and round, round and round, round and round” with her little pointer fingers tracing circles in the air – when appropriate. She also makes up songs about people or toys as she’s playing. Oh, the odes to Mama. Those get my right in the cockles. She’s singing one right now, actually as she peruses the church bulletin. It goes a little something like “Mamamama Mama! Mamamama Mama! Read! Read! Mamamama Mama!” Swoon! My favorite generally involve the words Mama, Happy, or Love you!
- The opinions. Me: “Want to wear your brown shoes?” Lucy: “Noooooo? Red Crocs?” You got it. [Oh, and we call her red crocs Red Crocs. It’s not like she’s picking out the RED ones. Just in case you thought she was a super genius or something (which she is – I dare you to contradict me).] Me: “Want to sing a song?” Lucy: “Baa baa!” or “E-i-O” or whatever tickles her fancy at the moment.
- Repeating. I love, love, love hearing Lucy figure out words in her little voice. Especially big words like “emergency vehicle” and “baby baboon” and “delicious.” There’s not a whole lot cuter than a tiny mouth full of multisyllabic words.
- Using words correctly. When we pull onto our street or into our driveway, Lucy announces “HOME!” And (this kills me) last week I was doing dishes as Lu ate her lunch. At some point in the finishing process, Lucy decided to put the tines of her fork into the spout of her sippy cup. The result was a very tall stacked cup-fork tower. Lucy said “Hey!” to get my attention and when I looked at her she said, very seriously, “Taa DA!” I had no idea she even knew that word.
- Making up games. She’s made up this game where we both try to say something at the same time. Mostly is just “Bah” but sometimes she says “Mama!” and I say “Lucy,” but we try to say it at exactly the same time. It cracks both of us up.
- Figuring things out. Subtitled: The Completely Random Things That Toddlers Do. I love watching Lucy work out whatever it is she’s working out. She steps on her toy. Tries to balance it on one finger. She sees what it’s like to wear it as a hat or use it as a pillow. She spends entire minutes trying to hang her purse from her toe and walk away. LOVE.
- Random affirmations of understanding. I leaned our folded drying rack against a table today. Lucy put her car under it and announced “House.”
- The flip side of opinions. Me: You MUST wear pants. Lucy: Noooooo? Nooooo! – screams of torturous rage – Noooooo!”
- Using my words against me. Yesterday I heard, “Stop, please.” Or there’s also “MAMA!” with outrage.
- The flip side of repeating. A couple days ago I said “Aw MAN!” In response to some mess I walked in on in the kitchen. For ten minutes Lucy echoed “Maw MAN” with tones of pure frustration in her voice. Way to pick up on it, Lu. We won’t even talk about the S-word she busted out the other day, we’ll just say that SOMEONE around here needs to be watching the POTTY mouth. (Sigh. It’s me.)
- The fact that since she’s verbal she thinks that the answer will now always be yes. Frustrations abound in both corners of the ring.
- “Walk, Mama! Walk! Walk!” Anytime she’s being carried, really. Combined with the Limp Body Defense and Operation Wiggle Worm, this is actually highly effective strategy which often ends in me (or the Bubba) chasing or preventing near-catastrophes and mostly being way more uncomfortable than lugging around the 25-pound worm.
Welp, looks like the Pros outweigh the Cons this month.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Grandma and Grandpa T flew in on Thursday afternoon and they rented a vehicle for the weekend. The car rental worker snagged them into ending up with a Sequoia quoting threats of snow for the weekend. And then they figured since they have a Hugormous SUV, why not take a road trip? Leavenworth? Yes, please!
I’ve wanted to visit since we moved to Seattle. I first heard of it when I was researching places to go spend a romantic weekend for a honeymoon. And I’ve especially wanted to see it at Christmas time when it’s all lit up like a cozy little gingerbread village against the snowy hills.
Our experience was sort of like that. Except for the lights and the snow and the gingerbread and the cozy.
We left around 11 so Lucy could nap in the car on the way there. Which she did for approximately 30 minutes. We stopped for lunch and we got to our destination at about 2:30 and stopped first thing at the visitors’ center. And do you know what we learned? That Fridays, Leavenworth takes the night off of lights.
Black. Friday. The ONLY night of the week. That they don’t put the Christmas lights on. Mondays? Lights. Tuesdays? Saturdays? Wednesdays? Sundays? Thursdays? Lights, lights, lights, lights, aaaaaaand lights. Fridays? NO LIGHTS.
Oh, and it was 17 degrees. We ended up popping in and out of a couple little tourist shops, looking at the horse and buggy, and then getting back into the car to head for home.
I had been counting on dinner of schnitzel and spaetzel and all order of yummy German things, but when we passed what looked like the only drop-in-and-eat-no-frills restaurant, it seemed to be a brat stand with a beer garden. And in Grandma Marge’s words, “Cold beer and a brat? Might as well be at the Packer game!”
I seem to be becoming an expert at all things not really fun for the under 2 crowd. Explaining to Lucy why she had to be strapped into her carseat for 5 hours and strapped into her stroller for the rest of our visit wasn’t necessarily the best time I’ve ever had. Also not fun was trying to find a public restroom with a changing table, giving up and changing a poopy diaper on the floor of a two-stall bathroom with a line of women waiting. That’s the first time I ever worked up a sweat from a diaper change. Good thing I’ve been working on those squat muscles.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Hey guys! It’s been a while! I’ve been quiet lately. A combination of using all my free time to get Christmas presents done and lack of writing ideas.
Well, that and also Grandma and Grandpa T came to visit this past weekend for “Christmas” two weeks early. And nothing says blog fodder like a visit from the in-laws! They haven’t seen Lucy and vice versa since January. We could say that Lu’s changed a little bit in the last eleven and a half months.
We had Christmas right away on Thursday night because the Bubba couldn’t wait. And really, what’s cuter than a grown man excited to open presents with his parents?
And this? This little gem?
This is the Bubba belly laughing.
Maybe your husbands do this all the time. Maybe you live with people that laugh and joke with each breath. My husband, however? He saves laughing for things that are just Very Truly Funny to him. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t mean to say this man is a Dud. He’s funny and he’ll laugh. But the Belly Laugh - the Really and Truly Funny laugh - is oh so different. And when it happens? When he laughs right from the bottom of his being? The stars twinkle a little brighter and everyone’s mood lightens and things are just generally better. Thanks to Grandpa, I have PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE of the Bubba belly laughing and it makes me crack up and makes me happy just looking at it.
I’d like to add that this belly laugh is due to a misunderstanding. You see the plate he’s holding? It was a White Elephant gift from his parents. It’s a plate he painted for them. I thought it was awfully cute, and asked when he did it FULLY expecting them to say “5th grade!” Oh no. It’s from when he was in COLLEGE. Hilarity ensued.
Lucy gets sweet treats for breakfast when Grandma's here!
I have so much more to tell you. Like about a trip to Leavenworth among other things, but it will have to wait. Today is all about laundry. Well, laundry and cookies. Somehow I got suckered into making cookies for the Bubba’s office Cookie Exchange. And that involves a trip to the grocery store, methinks.
So! More to follow! You: On tenterhooks!