Thursday, July 18, 2013

What's in a Day?

Observation of the Day

This afternoon, on a whim, we took the kids to the local McDonalds to play in the playplace there. With temperatures in the 90s and 100% humidity, taking the babies to a normal park was out of the question. So, to McDonalds we went.

Ciara was there for 10 minutes, and a gaggle (which I use for anything more than 5) of girls between the ages of 4 and 7 surrounded her and began helping her up the stairs to use the slide. Remembering other trips to various playground areas, it occurred to us that everywhere Ciara goes, she winds up with a flock of “mother hens” devoting their time to making sure she is entertained. How is that for charisma, and as a statement of non-discrimination in our early years? Especially since the children were various ages and from various ethnic backgrounds, and it just didn’t matter. They all wanted to make sure the two-year-old was having a great time.
That is the kind of treatment of other human beings that we need to nurture.

Funny of the Day

Miranda, standing in her playpen watching us do on our schoolwork tonight. I had just given her Tylenol for teething, and she is banging her mouth into the side of the playpen, making kissing noises.
Me “Do you think that maybe your mouth may hurt less if you weren’t slamming it against the side of your playpen?”

Miranda just looked up at me and blew me kisses.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Conversations with my Two-Year-Old

About once a week, I look over my facebook (because, really, who doesn't have facebook nowadays?) and gather up all the cute sayings or conversations that I have with my toddler. As she is just getting a grasp of the English language, some of her phrases come out a little....skewed. Hilarious? Most definitely. Now, without further adieu, here is "Talkative Thursdays!"

Mommy- “Ciara, count to ten!”
Ciara- “One, two, pickle, three is pretty, bibbles!”

After successfully getting my hot pink sunglasses to fit on her face, Ciara looked at me with a giant grin and declared "Momma! I'm a dragon!"


"What happened, Ciara?" Asked after she got soap in her eye at bath-time.
"Sissy stabbed me in the eye!"


"What do you want for dinner?"
"Well, would you like pickled with your dinner?"
"No. Shredded pickle pickles!"


Conversation of the morning, on the way to work.

"Mama! The moon is stabbing my eye!"
"No, Ciara, that is the sun."
"No Mama, that is the moon."
me "Ciara. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and that is the sun."
"Poopoo, Daddy!"

... and that ended it. Thus, I have realized that all arguments can be ended with the word "Poopoo".

An Introduction

It has been said many times before.
…Children say the darndest things…

This is true, and has been true for ages. Children are, nearly without a fault, honest and straight-forward. They are capable of lying for self-preservation, certainly. But before a certain age, they will say what they want to say, when they want to say it, and in words and terms you would never expect. I have two babies… Ciara (turning 2 in a month) and Miranda (10 months). These are my observations of their growing and changing, as they make the transitions from infancy to becoming little humans that have their own drives and motivations. Some of these are funny. Some are serious. But all of them are intended to give you, the reader, a glimpse into the lives two tiny tots of terror, and the family that is barely keeping up trying to accommodate their rapid changes.
You have been warned…