Or chatty Reagan in this case. Wow, is our kid talking up a storm! She is trying her best to speak entire sentences, but can usually only string 1-2 words together. But we can understand her more than ever, and she never stops talking...or giggling.
Tonight we were in the bathtub I asked "how was your day?" - much like I do every night. And just like she does every other night she starts naming all of her friends and teachers from "school". Then we talk about playing "owside" and art projects like "cowor" (as in outside and color for those of you who don't speak toddler). She also made a request for 'kayons" (bathtub crayons), but since the cleaning lady was just here she was promptly denied ("mommy lost the crayons honey, I'll look for them tomorrow").
Every night we also sing a song (or 2, or 3). Big faves include "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" , "If You're Happy and You Know It" and "A, B, C, D". Tonight was a big alphabet night, but Roo was adamantly independent, unlike other nights, requesting that I not accompany her. In fact her exact words were "No Mommy, No. I wan sing mself." Pretty impressive communication for a 22 month old. And no I am not spelling incorrectly, just trying to quote my kid. It was cute though, every time I would try to interrupt her she'd say the same thing, "no mommy, no. I wan sing mself." And she pretty much did the whole song. She knows many of the letters and for the ones she doesn't she just tries to say it and kinds makes a phonetic mumble.
I am sure it won't be long before she knows all the words, and as much as I love to hear her sing-songy voice, I am sure eventually the repetitive nature of the songs will drive me crazy. For now, I am just happy to enjoy them.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Poop Issues
It is official, my kid is afraid of poop.
The other day I was giving her a bath. I asked her to stand up so I could properly get her backside. She looked at me and said "I poot". Keep in mind she says this all the time, with no clear deliverable, so I ignored the warning. Then my dear girl proceeded to poop in the tub. I though we were through this stage, but apparently not. Before us floated three decently sized poop balls (sorry, not sure what else to call them).
Now what was I supposed to do? If I let her get out of the tub, it was sure to end in a wet running toddler, who would eventually slip and fall. Too much chaos for me.
I called for Kerry and as Reagan looked down and saw the "poots" floating towards her, she panicked. I mean full-on, toddler screeching panic. You would've thought they were going to bite her. I laughed at first and then realized I had a poop dirty child clinging to me and we needed to get this taken care of and get us back on track to storytime. Fast.
We did the usual. Drained the tub (while one of us occupied our energetic child), cleaned the tub, refilled the tub, plopped our child back in and resumed bath time. What a hassle.
Moral of the story, listen to my kid if she says ANYTHING remotely sounding like "poot".
The other day I was giving her a bath. I asked her to stand up so I could properly get her backside. She looked at me and said "I poot". Keep in mind she says this all the time, with no clear deliverable, so I ignored the warning. Then my dear girl proceeded to poop in the tub. I though we were through this stage, but apparently not. Before us floated three decently sized poop balls (sorry, not sure what else to call them).
Now what was I supposed to do? If I let her get out of the tub, it was sure to end in a wet running toddler, who would eventually slip and fall. Too much chaos for me.
I called for Kerry and as Reagan looked down and saw the "poots" floating towards her, she panicked. I mean full-on, toddler screeching panic. You would've thought they were going to bite her. I laughed at first and then realized I had a poop dirty child clinging to me and we needed to get this taken care of and get us back on track to storytime. Fast.
We did the usual. Drained the tub (while one of us occupied our energetic child), cleaned the tub, refilled the tub, plopped our child back in and resumed bath time. What a hassle.
Moral of the story, listen to my kid if she says ANYTHING remotely sounding like "poot".
Obviously Not Hard Enough
OK, OK, I said I was working on it. This blogging stuff is a lot of work.
Roo has been a blast this Summer and she is really getting the whole talking thing. One of the things that amazes me the most is how she seems to automatically properly conjugate a verb. Have no idea how or why it happens. The other day as we were getting ready for bed, Reagan decided to place a book on her rug and then lay on it, belly down. Kerry asked her if she was surfing and she looked at him and said "I surf". How did she know that she shouldn't say "I surfing"? Crazy.
Roo has also become slightly obsessed with Auntie Court. She goes through her phases though. We had to go to DC for a family funeral (my Godfather) and Court met us down there. We have been trying to get her to say Courtney's name for a while now and it always came out "Corey" or "Corky". Well, she finally got it. Once she figured out she was saying it right she wouldn't stop. Every time she saw her Auntie she would yell "COURT" at the top of her lungs. On the drive back to CT, we followed Court for a little while, then lost her. Then we caught up again, as we drove past her, I said "look, there's Auntie Court.", Reagan began yelling "COURT" at the top of her lungs and looking out the window, well past the point where we actually passed Auntie Court. Have to say it was sweet that she was so excited, but slightly annoying for the rest of us as fellow passengers.
Guess that is all for now. I again sign of, pledging to be better about this, but we shall see.
Roo has been a blast this Summer and she is really getting the whole talking thing. One of the things that amazes me the most is how she seems to automatically properly conjugate a verb. Have no idea how or why it happens. The other day as we were getting ready for bed, Reagan decided to place a book on her rug and then lay on it, belly down. Kerry asked her if she was surfing and she looked at him and said "I surf". How did she know that she shouldn't say "I surfing"? Crazy.
Roo has also become slightly obsessed with Auntie Court. She goes through her phases though. We had to go to DC for a family funeral (my Godfather) and Court met us down there. We have been trying to get her to say Courtney's name for a while now and it always came out "Corey" or "Corky". Well, she finally got it. Once she figured out she was saying it right she wouldn't stop. Every time she saw her Auntie she would yell "COURT" at the top of her lungs. On the drive back to CT, we followed Court for a little while, then lost her. Then we caught up again, as we drove past her, I said "look, there's Auntie Court.", Reagan began yelling "COURT" at the top of her lungs and looking out the window, well past the point where we actually passed Auntie Court. Have to say it was sweet that she was so excited, but slightly annoying for the rest of us as fellow passengers.
Guess that is all for now. I again sign of, pledging to be better about this, but we shall see.
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