October 28, 2005
Some Daily Cuteness
Just a small update.
Melissa has uploaded new pictures to the usual place.
My daughter has cautioned my son to "Be quite! Tata scream!" Of course that doesn't mean much. They seem to be collaborating now. She appears to have taken down gates to let him go up the stairs with her.
And I have heard my son look at me and say "Die!". That's Polish for "Give!" Die? "Die!" Oookay... so I hand him a bit of cracker. Happyness is had by all. It would be nice if we could teach them more than a couple of phrases of German and Polish... but there's really only one person in the house that speaks either language. They really need to listen to conversations to start to speak them.
Posted by paul at 01:18 PM | Comments (0)
October 04, 2005
I am boggled
The wife has been having a rough week, so I picked up some groceries and some Chinese takeout goodies and came home for lunch.
I picked up two sets of chopsticks. Melissa like to use them, and the oldest may have fun suffering with them for a little while too. Myself, I can use them... until my hand starts to cramp up in about 20 minutes. So I put a spoon down close and let her know that it's OK to use the spoon when she gets tired.
So I eat my "fast food". Suddenly I realize something. The three-yr-old is STILL eating with the chopsticks. In fact, I think she is doing better than I can! Who showed her this? When? I know Sesame Street shows chopsticks in use, but that can't be enough for the level of SKILL I saw!
On another note I have yet more proof that children, while still too young to read, definately acquire skills in modern heraldry. She can recognize the blazons for McDonalds, Taco Bell, Chuck E. Cheese's (even though we have never set foot in one) and two purveyors of toys; Toys R Us and Babies R Us. She even recognized a box of Dora the Explorer gram crackers through a mostly OPAQUE plastic bag. Unless there were commercials she could not have ever seen them before, because this is the first time I have ever seen them. But the dancing cries of "Dora snacks! Dora snacks!" are undeniable.
Lets post some more child definitions, shall we?
- Any caricature with a tongue sticking out is Hungry
- Any caricature with it's eyes closed is Asleep. That includes ones where someone is smiling so hard that his eyes are crinkled closed;
- Chop sticks are Chopped Sticks
- A bicycle is a Bikeable
- Apple pie is Apple Cake
- Anything she doesn't want to eat is YuckyThis word can be used in a matter-of-fact cheerfully frank tone. No spitting, just a pronouncement.
And in yet other news, my towel is infinitely more towel-like than hers. A paragon of towelosity of which all others are poor imitations with lackluster drying abilities and questionable cleanliness. The venerable archtype of all towels that will ever be. Yea, this is the epitome of towel-kind.
Posted by paul at 01:29 PM | Comments (2)
September 13, 2005
Yup, they ceased.
Last night she demanded I stay with her. I tried leaving once, no luck. She jumped up and followed me down. So I had to stay with her until I woke up at about a quarter to 10.
She doesn't exactly "ask" for things, she now says that she "needs" a thing. "I need my cookie." Note that the posessive pronoun means that she already owns the cookie, she just isn't holding it at the moment.
Then when I went down into the basement to put away a stack of tapes she climbed into the kitchen before me and turned on the light. Then as I walked down the stairs I heard "I'm closing door now. Good luck, Tata!"
As we walked home from Mass she examined the storm sewer cover out by the street. She informed me that there are monsters down there. She then proceeded to rip apart and drop daisies down it.
As for the younger one, he is finally wandering around playing by himself. I sat in the living room yesterday night while he wandered around, coming back occasionally to touch base with me. He is now at the burbly stage. And add a huge dose of wiggles to that, diapers are currently a battle.
Posted by paul at 09:30 AM | Comments (1)
June 22, 2005
Tubular Tissue
Ever need to blow your nose in the bathroom? Toilet paper works as a good substitute for facial tissue. So I did so.
My toddler see this and immediately exclaims.
No, paper not for nose. Paper for BUTT!
Posted by moochie at 04:42 PM | Comments (0)