What We Did Today (Actually Sunday--this is a couple of days late!)
Today we went to the extremely cool National Women's History Museum, which is in nearby Seneca Falls (aka "Seneca Waterfalls"). The toddler wanted to dress up, so she picked out a neon green shirt covered with realistic pictures of bugs, which she topped with a green "dancing dress" decorated with a pink, purple and yellow batik pattern. On her feet she wore orange, yellow and white striped knee-highs and mid-calf black leather boots. Needless to say, she was the coolest-looking kid at the museum. This weekend is the anniversary of the first women's rights convention, and we got to see the former surgeon general, Antonia Novello, speak.
Charles got a child seat for his bike yesterday, and the kid absolutely adores it. While riding in it, she continuously sings "Bicycle Built for Two." (That is her favorite song after "Big River" by Johnny Cash.) Today they went to the P&C to pick up ice cream to go with the peach-raspberry crisp that was dessert. She has never had crisp before, and while she ate it, she stared at me with a dazed, glazed look on her face. Finally she slurped her spoon and proclaimed with a deep, satisfied sigh, "This is good." She spent the next fifteen minutes mixing up the vanilla ice cream with the leftover crisp. When I asked her what it was, she said "Magic." "No, what do you call it?" "Awesomes-Opums Pie." I had to ask her three times what she had said, and each time she pronounced clearly, "Awesomes-Opums Pie." Then when I asked her if she was done eating, she said, "Oh, I suppose not!" She only went to bed when her Papa promised he would eat the Awesomes-Opums Pie after she went to sleep.
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Doesn't play well with others...but she can play them, all right.
So we're in the checkout line at the library yesterday, and the kiddo wanders over to two wire-and-bead toys which are thoughtfully placed right where bored kids need them most. She starts moving the beads around, organizing them in some esoteric way, when another toddler type zooms over and starts horning in on her board. She squeals and looks to me for assistance, but I only say, "Sorry, it's just like the park, we share all of the toys with other kids, here." She shoots me a withering, "Thanks a lot, Mom!" look, and turns back to the kid. I don't hear any more squeals, so I assume they've worked it out and I start reading my book jackets again. I can't help but be attuned to the murmurs of the Kid Channel, however, so when I hear another exchange I sneak a look back at the short people.
My dear sweet child is standing by the other toy, the one she didn't want to play with. She is fingering the beads eagerly, and talking to the kid. "Look Boy, it is very good! It is a very cool toy!" I watch, fascinated and slightly embarrassed at my daughter's grifting skills, as the boy is caught hook, line and sinker, and moves over to the "cool" toy. Satisfied, the bandit moves back to her original toy, and gets to work.
So we're in the checkout line at the library yesterday, and the kiddo wanders over to two wire-and-bead toys which are thoughtfully placed right where bored kids need them most. She starts moving the beads around, organizing them in some esoteric way, when another toddler type zooms over and starts horning in on her board. She squeals and looks to me for assistance, but I only say, "Sorry, it's just like the park, we share all of the toys with other kids, here." She shoots me a withering, "Thanks a lot, Mom!" look, and turns back to the kid. I don't hear any more squeals, so I assume they've worked it out and I start reading my book jackets again. I can't help but be attuned to the murmurs of the Kid Channel, however, so when I hear another exchange I sneak a look back at the short people.
My dear sweet child is standing by the other toy, the one she didn't want to play with. She is fingering the beads eagerly, and talking to the kid. "Look Boy, it is very good! It is a very cool toy!" I watch, fascinated and slightly embarrassed at my daughter's grifting skills, as the boy is caught hook, line and sinker, and moves over to the "cool" toy. Satisfied, the bandit moves back to her original toy, and gets to work.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Yikes, time is flying by as we weave through the last trimester! The other non-womb-bound members of the family are currently out fixing the EGR valve on the car. I hate to seem so ignorant about car stuff (I'm normally not bad--ask me about my psychic transmission malfunction detection sense), but as far as I can tell, the express purpose of the EGR valve is to fail and therefore cause the check engine light to come on. We went with the "if we ignore it, it will go away," cure for a while, and were considering the Car Talk "electrical tape" cure, but finally decided to do the grown-up thing and actually fix our still-relatively-new car.
We all enjoyed visits from Auntie Jenn and Grandma and Grampa W. ("Dubbidu") last week. Unfortunately we did NOT capture photographic evidence of the grandparents lounging in the "red blood drop" ball pit at the Sciencenter, nor of Auntie Jenn's multiple athletic renditions of "Do, a Deer."
It is normal for older siblings to go through a period of adjustment to the new baby, and the toddler is already working on this. She has been pretending to be the new baby for a while, has a doll which she calls the new baby, etc. The newest trick, however, is to try on the new baby's clothes. Though she is over three feet tall and weighs 28 pounds, she can actually fit into some of them. The effect is that of a toddler-age Britney Spears, belly and all. She is still pushing for "Woody or Jesse" for a name, though Calliope (another one of the muses) may be deemed acceptable by Her Majesty. She is also "studying" for school, and learning to count: "eleven, twelve, sixteen, fourteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" Thirty is known as "twenty-ten."
The new small person is already a vivid presence in our lives. She spilled a cup of water which was resting on the belly. When her big sister talks to her, the baby stops moving, "listening" to her. Then she bursts into a flurry of Morse Code kicks once the talking stops. I am envisioning a future where they happily entertain one another for hours while I sip lattes and surf the internet. HA!
We all enjoyed visits from Auntie Jenn and Grandma and Grampa W. ("Dubbidu") last week. Unfortunately we did NOT capture photographic evidence of the grandparents lounging in the "red blood drop" ball pit at the Sciencenter, nor of Auntie Jenn's multiple athletic renditions of "Do, a Deer."
It is normal for older siblings to go through a period of adjustment to the new baby, and the toddler is already working on this. She has been pretending to be the new baby for a while, has a doll which she calls the new baby, etc. The newest trick, however, is to try on the new baby's clothes. Though she is over three feet tall and weighs 28 pounds, she can actually fit into some of them. The effect is that of a toddler-age Britney Spears, belly and all. She is still pushing for "Woody or Jesse" for a name, though Calliope (another one of the muses) may be deemed acceptable by Her Majesty. She is also "studying" for school, and learning to count: "eleven, twelve, sixteen, fourteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" Thirty is known as "twenty-ten."
The new small person is already a vivid presence in our lives. She spilled a cup of water which was resting on the belly. When her big sister talks to her, the baby stops moving, "listening" to her. Then she bursts into a flurry of Morse Code kicks once the talking stops. I am envisioning a future where they happily entertain one another for hours while I sip lattes and surf the internet. HA!
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