Thursday, November 13, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Thursday, October 9, 2014
What if You Just Hate Making Dinner?
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Him: chewcheew owlbort
Me: (puzzled look)
Him: chewchew owlbort
Chew chew owl-bort
Me: Again but more slowly.
Him: Chew-chew awl bort
Me: Oh! Choo Choo! All aboard!
Monday, September 8, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
A horrible face was the reaction when I showed my preschooler the "cookie" I made with peanut butter and chocolate chips. Normally, she loves both these ingredients but apparently they must be kept separate.
"They're not cookies. Cookies are flat and crumbly."
Do you want some sprinkles?
"No! That'll make it worse!"
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
"No, mommy, I don't like nuts."
"I only like Spanish nuts."
"Spanish nuts? Oh, do you mean, cachuates japones?"
"Yes, those are good. I don't like those New Jersey nuts. They're not very good."
Monday, June 2, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
"Don't tickle me! Tickle Carolina" but it sounded more like "Dohn tih-kle me! Tih-kel Keena!"
He's become much more talkative by putting more and more words together to make sentences. It's like he turned two and a few days later woke up and just starting speaking in short sentences!
In other news, he's getting over a bad sinus infection, the antibiotics worked a charm. And Carolina just finished with an odd virus that gave her a daily fever but no other symptoms. She's finally better today after missing a week of school.
The little man is a talker at night. He will be in there, as he is now, talking to (the ceiling maybe?) and laughing. Carolina is already asleep. Gratefully, she can ignore him. The only problem is *I* can't ignore him. He's so loud and is up for, sometimes, hours. I think I need to get him on a toddler treadmill so he wears himself out more before bedtime.
Finally, Mel's recent obsession is helicopters, or 'cop-pop-ters' as he calls them. He loves them. More than airplanes. The past weekend was Memorial Day weekend and the fleet was in for Fleet Week in NYC. Every day while they were here, there were between two and five copters flying over/across Fort Lee en route from NYC to somewhere west of here. He LOVED it. We'd started to be on 'helicopter watch' at the park every day and then this happened. It was like little boy christmas for him. So we bought him a Fisher Price helicopter. Man, does he love that thing.
Boys are so different than girls.
Monday, May 12, 2014
He heard me getting a chocolate chip cookie for his sister, and saw me walking toward the dinner table. He then, took his plate from his high-chair and pushed it to the main table. Used a napkin to clean his hands. Moved his Sippy cup to the main table. Took the food he was chewing OUT OF HIS MOUTH, and put it on the table. Then he started clapping when I reached the table.
So, yes, he likes cookies. A little.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
She was very apprehensive but didn't cry before we got there. Once she saw other kids going into the school, she was happy to identify them as 'big kids' and was curious to go in. I went with her into the nurse's office where she gave Carolina an eye exam, hearing exam, weighed and measured her. Then I had to sit in the hallway while a teacher and she went into another room. I was glad she was willing to go with the teacher alone since she was very afraid to go with the nurse alone when we first got there. I guess the nurse warmed her up to being in the new place.
When she came out, she was very happy. She was told she was very smart and got a Cinderella sticker. She was proud!
We went back to the car (again in the pouring rain), and asked her what they talked about. She would only tell me, after I asked a number of "wrong" questions, that the teacher asked her to write something on paper, some shapes, and there was "the biggest trophy I ever saw. And it was golden!"
Well, of course, because it was 'golden' it was amazing. She wanted to know all about trophies and how you can get one. I explained that the children at the school must probably compete in sports or academics, or both, and be very good at it. I continued to explain that, "In a competition for a sport or academics, like spelling, math, art, or writing, if you are the best, you win. And sometimes when you win you get a trophy."
That did it for her. She wanted one of those trophies and decided that she was going to have a sports day at the park and make a trophy on paper, invite friends and whoever won would get the trophy on paper. Then we had to figure out who she should invite.
In the midst of all this, she started to cry very loudly. It turned out she accidentally ripped her sticker and was very upset with herself ("it's not an accident. it was on purpose!") and disappointed. I suggested a few options for how we could fix it, but that wasn't good enough. So I told her that she sounded very disappointed and frustrated. That calmed her down a bit and then I just let her cry it out. She stopped just before we got to her school. By the time I walked her to her classroom, she was ready to go in.
Her biggest concern before getting to school was missing lunch. I assured her she didn't miss lunchtime, and that seemed to be okay.
All in all I think it went well. It certainly didn't make her more afraid of the place. When we go back in June for her orientation, I'm hoping she meets at least one other kid she likes and we can have them play over the summer. I found out from the school nurse that there are 'a bunch of kids from your building in this year's class', so we'll see who those kids are and hopefully they are nice kids.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
73. Blue balloon
87. Wacala* (Spanish)
88. Where go? /Where it go?
98. Toca* (Spanish)
100. Sí* (Spanish)
Friday, April 25, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
"Achoo" means he wants to watch Frosty the Snowman
Clapping his hands, when we're reading, means he wants to read the issue of Babybug magazine where they have a song about Clapping Your Hands.
"Happy" either means he wants to listen to the song "Happy" (Pharrell Williams) or sing Happy Birthday.
"Eh-mo" means he wants to watch Sesame Street.
"Cookie" while we're changing his diaper means he wants a diaper with Cookie Monster on it to either look at or put on. (If he says this any other time, he just wants a cookie. That's pretty much all the time.)
"Beh-beh" means he wants to go to bed or sit in a bed.
"Babies", means he wants to play with other kids. Usually in the building's playroom or at the "pak" (park). It can also mean he wants to go to his music class with the other kids, or as I tell him, "music with the babies".
"Choo choo" -- still means anything to do with Thomas or a train, or both if there's more than one option for train-related things.
"Kidz" means he wants to watch a DVD that has songs for kids and shows videos of children playing outside and singing along.
In other news, Carolina has been having a tough time in school. She's been stressed all weekend. Homework in particular threw her into a tizzy since Mrs. Robins was going to have to check it when she went to school this morning. Apparently "mistakes aren't nice", so we had a meltdown at a restaurant on Saturday since she made a mistake while drawing with crayons at the table and she was worried that she made a mistake. I had to explain that mistakes are fine in our house, and I'm in charge at home, not her teachers. I don't know what they told her at school, but good lord it made for a stressful weekend at times for us at home.
I told her I'd look for a painting class for her after school once a week since she needs a break and loves to draw.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Bappos (Zapatos, "shoes" in Spanish)
Dow (Ciao, "bye" in Italian)
Cookie (Anything he wants to eat that is tasty to him, not necessarily a cookie.)
Ah-dos (Adios, "good bye" in Spanish)
Olah (Hola, "hello" in Spanish)
And here's a little story I got from Carolina the other day in the car on the way home from school:
"Carolina, I just saw Joseph and his mommy."
"Big Jofus or little Jofus?"
"I think it was big Joseph."
"Big Jofus and little Jofus are friends. Big Jofus hugged little Jofus and he laughed."
"Do you like big Joseph?"
"No he's only friends with little Jofus."
"Ok. Do you like little Joseph?"
"Yes, he's so cute. He's little."
"You know his name is 'Joe-suf' not 'Jo-fus'."
"I know that."
"Can you say 'Joe-suf'?"
"I did. That's his name. Jofus."
I love it.