She goes grocery shopping with me every week and when I'm done she gets to play in the (pretty lame) Wal-Mart arcade thing. It's basically a few games and then two little "rides" for little kids. Sometimes she likes it when I turn the rides on and other times she's terrified. This was one of the terrified times, but she wanted to hold her own quarters and try to put them in the slot.
So since she didn't want it to actually turn on, I just gave her one quarter to play with- the machines take two. She stood there, held her hand out, and said:
TWO.
Just blows my mind that not only did she know the machines take two, she knew she only had one and she knew to ask for "two"!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Not sure how to respond to that one...
We were reading her Yo Gabba Gabba book. For those of you who are lucky enough to not have to watch Yo Gabba Gabba every single day, DJ Lance Rock is the only human in that pic.
Kate: [pointing to DJ Lance] Chocolate!
Monday, August 17, 2009
I guess I never specified that she had to mean it...
She's started hitting. I know it's a pretty normal toddler thing so I'm not overly concerned, but it is kind of annoying that she only hits me! Not Nick, just me. And once her high chair, when it did...something to upset her.
Obviously hitting is not something I want to encourage, so I struggled to figure out what to do about it. I can tell by the gleam in her eye that she just wants a reaction- she hits me, then stands back and looks me in the eye, like "I dare you to say something, mommy!". So after some trial and error I figured the best thing to do is just say "No" and then get up and walk away (quite a feat at 35 weeks pregnant)- completely disengage, and teach her that no one wants to play with someone who hits. Then when we resume playing, she has to say she's sorry. But I don't make a big deal out of it because that's what she's looking for. Drama queen.
It was working pretty well. She didn't mind the first couple of times when I left, but after that I could barely make it out of the room without her chasing after me, hugging my legs and saying "Sorry". But now, it goes more like this.
Beth: [minding her own business, reading a book or singing a song]
Kate: [SLAP] Sorry.
Or take last night. I lay in bed with her for a few minutes at bedtime.
Beth: [laying quietly next to Kate]
Kate: [SLAP] Sorry.
Get the picture? So now she thinks as long as she says "Sorry", she can totally slap me all she wants. It's really hard not to laugh, actually. But I don't, because obviously that's not going to help!
Obviously hitting is not something I want to encourage, so I struggled to figure out what to do about it. I can tell by the gleam in her eye that she just wants a reaction- she hits me, then stands back and looks me in the eye, like "I dare you to say something, mommy!". So after some trial and error I figured the best thing to do is just say "No" and then get up and walk away (quite a feat at 35 weeks pregnant)- completely disengage, and teach her that no one wants to play with someone who hits. Then when we resume playing, she has to say she's sorry. But I don't make a big deal out of it because that's what she's looking for. Drama queen.
It was working pretty well. She didn't mind the first couple of times when I left, but after that I could barely make it out of the room without her chasing after me, hugging my legs and saying "Sorry". But now, it goes more like this.
Beth: [minding her own business, reading a book or singing a song]
Kate: [SLAP] Sorry.
Or take last night. I lay in bed with her for a few minutes at bedtime.
Beth: [laying quietly next to Kate]
Kate: [SLAP] Sorry.
Get the picture? So now she thinks as long as she says "Sorry", she can totally slap me all she wants. It's really hard not to laugh, actually. But I don't, because obviously that's not going to help!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Worst potty trainers ever
So we're eating dinner. Kate's running around. Not unusual- she's not a big eater lately. She's playing on the stairs, which are right next to the dining room (and there's a gate halfway up so it's fairly safe, in case you were worried).
Kate: PEE. PEE. PEE. PEE. PEEEEEEEEE.
Nick: Why is she saying pee? Did you pee earlier?
Beth: I don't know. Maybe because she's near the bathroom?
Kate: PEE. PEE. PEE. PEEEEEE.
[This goes on for 10 minutes or so. She gives up trying to go upstairs. Picks up potty from the family room and brings it to Beth.] PEE.
Beth: [quickly depantses Kate. Discovers poop]. Oh. She meant poop. We suck at this.
Poor thing was trying to go upstairs to get her diaper changed and we were totally oblivious until she PICKED UP THE POTTY and brought it to the dinner table.
Kate: PEE. PEE. PEE. PEE. PEEEEEEEEE.
Nick: Why is she saying pee? Did you pee earlier?
Beth: I don't know. Maybe because she's near the bathroom?
Kate: PEE. PEE. PEE. PEEEEEE.
[This goes on for 10 minutes or so. She gives up trying to go upstairs. Picks up potty from the family room and brings it to Beth.] PEE.
Beth: [quickly depantses Kate. Discovers poop]. Oh. She meant poop. We suck at this.
Poor thing was trying to go upstairs to get her diaper changed and we were totally oblivious until she PICKED UP THE POTTY and brought it to the dinner table.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
At least it wasn't the other....
In the Target bathroom, at the top of her lungs, with it echoing off the walls.
Kate: PEE! PEE! MOMMY PEE! EWWWW PEE!
[flush]
BYE PEE!
Kate: PEE! PEE! MOMMY PEE! EWWWW PEE!
[flush]
BYE PEE!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Somehow I doubt that
She brought me a book that I didn't recognize...
Beth: Where'd this book come from?
Kate: Butt (pointing).
Beth: Where'd this book come from?
Kate: Butt (pointing).
Friday, August 7, 2009
Miscellaneous
I'll make this one big long post since it's the first.
Beth: Kate, it's the Wonder Pets! Wonder Pets! Can you say that?
Kate: That.
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Beth: Kate, how old are you?
Kate, holding up one finger: One!
Beth: That's right, one! One!
Kate: ....two....
(Okay, doesn't sound that exciting. But we haven't really worked on counting with her so we were shocked that at 18 months our child can count to two!)
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Last weekend we went swimming at Nick's mom's downtown Chicago condo with my sister and her husband and their 5 month old Jackson. Kate loves the pool and asks to go at least once a day. Unfortunately we don't have time during the week/it's not warm enough anyway. But, it's going to be 90 something this weekend so we're going to try.
Beth: And then we'll go swimming this weekend! That'll be fun!
Kate: Pool?
Beth: Yep, the pool.
Kate: Baby! Baby Jaaack. Pool. Baby.
Everytime she mentions the pool now, she follows it up with baby. I don't have the heart to tell her that baby Jack doesn't live at the pool.
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Nick has a......liberal view on farts. After a particularly disgusting one, I was going "EW!" and covered my nose with my shirt. Kate said "eww" and...proceeded to cover her nose with her shirt. Then she got up and insisted that Nick cover his own nose, too. Now whenever she farts, she covers her nose. Well, at least she gives us warning.
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She's big on animal sounds. Nick used that to teach her that the sound grandma makes is a big "Pfffffffft" raspberry thing. AKA a fart noise, really. So I was trying to get her to eat something while Nick's mom was in the other room saying something to Nick. Kate looked at me very seriously, pointed towards her grandma, and said "PFFFFFFFFFFT."
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She loves for me to sing the ABCs...before I'm even done she's going "MOOOOORE." So I asked her to sing the ABCs and got "B I P I T C" in a sing songy voice. So proud. Not bad for 18 months, I'd say.
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We were reading the Very Hungry Caterpillar. At the end, he gets into his cocoon.
Kate: Bug! [pointing to cocoon] Chocolate! Mmmmm.
Gross.
Beth: Kate, it's the Wonder Pets! Wonder Pets! Can you say that?
Kate: That.
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Beth: Kate, how old are you?
Kate, holding up one finger: One!
Beth: That's right, one! One!
Kate: ....two....
(Okay, doesn't sound that exciting. But we haven't really worked on counting with her so we were shocked that at 18 months our child can count to two!)
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Last weekend we went swimming at Nick's mom's downtown Chicago condo with my sister and her husband and their 5 month old Jackson. Kate loves the pool and asks to go at least once a day. Unfortunately we don't have time during the week/it's not warm enough anyway. But, it's going to be 90 something this weekend so we're going to try.
Beth: And then we'll go swimming this weekend! That'll be fun!
Kate: Pool?
Beth: Yep, the pool.
Kate: Baby! Baby Jaaack. Pool. Baby.
Everytime she mentions the pool now, she follows it up with baby. I don't have the heart to tell her that baby Jack doesn't live at the pool.
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Nick has a......liberal view on farts. After a particularly disgusting one, I was going "EW!" and covered my nose with my shirt. Kate said "eww" and...proceeded to cover her nose with her shirt. Then she got up and insisted that Nick cover his own nose, too. Now whenever she farts, she covers her nose. Well, at least she gives us warning.
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She's big on animal sounds. Nick used that to teach her that the sound grandma makes is a big "Pfffffffft" raspberry thing. AKA a fart noise, really. So I was trying to get her to eat something while Nick's mom was in the other room saying something to Nick. Kate looked at me very seriously, pointed towards her grandma, and said "PFFFFFFFFFFT."
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She loves for me to sing the ABCs...before I'm even done she's going "MOOOOORE." So I asked her to sing the ABCs and got "B I P I T C" in a sing songy voice. So proud. Not bad for 18 months, I'd say.
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We were reading the Very Hungry Caterpillar. At the end, he gets into his cocoon.
Kate: Bug! [pointing to cocoon] Chocolate! Mmmmm.
Gross.
Starting Over
Okay, instead of complaining about my INSANE job, I'm going to switch gears and just blog about the funny things my kid does. Because there's a lot of small yet amazing things that I just have to tell someone, yet never have anyone to tell. Ha.
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