Seven quick takes
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1. What Beth said the other day at dinner upon observing the place I had set for her: "I have the princess plate? That's soooo romantic!"
I don't even know what to say about that.
2. So I've been seeing these "Tuscan melons" at the grocery store, and I'd never had one, so I bought one to eat with dinner. I was all excited to try out a new taste sensation, but I'm sorry, people--Tuscan melons are totally just a new fancy name for cantaloupe. It looks slightly different on the exterior, but on the inside it looks like a cantaloupe, it smells like a cantaloupe, it tastes like a cantaloupe. Don't go re-naming your melons on me, grocery store people. I know a cantaloupe when I eat one.
3. My new favorite lullaby to sing to the girls? "I Will" by the Beatles. The chorus lyrics are so sweet, and the melody is really easy to sing. Beth requests it as "That song about love from the Beatles." Does anyone else have a favorite pop song/lullaby?
4. Evie is really not big on the "communicating my desires in a polite, mom-approved way" thing. She will consent to say "all done" when she wants out of her high chair, but when it comes to using the sign for "please" to request something, she pretty much refuses.
She points at what she wants and then makes urgent noises that get progressively louder the longer her desire goes unmet. When we all stand and stare back at her and rub our chests (which is how you make the sign for "please") and say "Pleeeease....pleeeeease" in loud, happy voices, she just gazes back at us as if to say, "Do you not understand what I am saying? I am making myself perfectly clear here. What is WRONG with you people? Let me repeat myself yet again, a little bit louder this time. Do you get it yet?"
Yeah. Not super-compliant, that one. She probably thinks the same thing about us.
We had a very interesting point-and-scream moment in the grocery store last week, but that's another story for another day.
(Case in point: as I was typing this, I heard her coming for me. Crying her way through the house, getting louder and louder. I turned to see her crawling toward me, screaming all the way, sippy cup in hand. "Do you want more milk?" I asked. "Say pleeeease!" She just held out the empty cup, looked straight into my eyes, and screamed again. Gosh, I love motherhood.)
5. My sister is in Rome right now. I'm trying really hard not to be jealous. I got to go to Grenada this year, after all. But still...Rome.
Albany is pretty much just as cool as Europe, right?
6. Looking back at my posts about Grenada just reminded me that I have a TON of stories from Grenada that I never did get around to writing about. I ought to do that pretty soon. It's only been THREE MONTHS since our vacation. That's not too late to still be sharing your stories and photos, right?
7. I am hesitant to say this. I ought to knock on wood while I write it. But I'm going to go ahead: Lucy might actually be potty-trained. We've been putting stickers on the calendar, and she's gone seven whole days in a row with no accidents. She's doing really, really well. Is it really possible that I have only one child in diapers these days? It's almost too good to be true. (After I started writing this yesterday...she had an accident. But it wasn't really her fault. The girls were fighting and I angrily told Lucy to go have time-out in her room until I told her to come out! Lucy, obediently, did not come out...even though she really needed to pee.)
More "Quick Takes" for your reading pleasure here.
1. What Beth said the other day at dinner upon observing the place I had set for her: "I have the princess plate? That's soooo romantic!"
I don't even know what to say about that.
2. So I've been seeing these "Tuscan melons" at the grocery store, and I'd never had one, so I bought one to eat with dinner. I was all excited to try out a new taste sensation, but I'm sorry, people--Tuscan melons are totally just a new fancy name for cantaloupe. It looks slightly different on the exterior, but on the inside it looks like a cantaloupe, it smells like a cantaloupe, it tastes like a cantaloupe. Don't go re-naming your melons on me, grocery store people. I know a cantaloupe when I eat one.
3. My new favorite lullaby to sing to the girls? "I Will" by the Beatles. The chorus lyrics are so sweet, and the melody is really easy to sing. Beth requests it as "That song about love from the Beatles." Does anyone else have a favorite pop song/lullaby?
4. Evie is really not big on the "communicating my desires in a polite, mom-approved way" thing. She will consent to say "all done" when she wants out of her high chair, but when it comes to using the sign for "please" to request something, she pretty much refuses.
She points at what she wants and then makes urgent noises that get progressively louder the longer her desire goes unmet. When we all stand and stare back at her and rub our chests (which is how you make the sign for "please") and say "Pleeeease....pleeeeease" in loud, happy voices, she just gazes back at us as if to say, "Do you not understand what I am saying? I am making myself perfectly clear here. What is WRONG with you people? Let me repeat myself yet again, a little bit louder this time. Do you get it yet?"
Yeah. Not super-compliant, that one. She probably thinks the same thing about us.
We had a very interesting point-and-scream moment in the grocery store last week, but that's another story for another day.
(Case in point: as I was typing this, I heard her coming for me. Crying her way through the house, getting louder and louder. I turned to see her crawling toward me, screaming all the way, sippy cup in hand. "Do you want more milk?" I asked. "Say pleeeease!" She just held out the empty cup, looked straight into my eyes, and screamed again. Gosh, I love motherhood.)
5. My sister is in Rome right now. I'm trying really hard not to be jealous. I got to go to Grenada this year, after all. But still...Rome.
Albany is pretty much just as cool as Europe, right?
6. Looking back at my posts about Grenada just reminded me that I have a TON of stories from Grenada that I never did get around to writing about. I ought to do that pretty soon. It's only been THREE MONTHS since our vacation. That's not too late to still be sharing your stories and photos, right?
7. I am hesitant to say this. I ought to knock on wood while I write it. But I'm going to go ahead: Lucy might actually be potty-trained. We've been putting stickers on the calendar, and she's gone seven whole days in a row with no accidents. She's doing really, really well. Is it really possible that I have only one child in diapers these days? It's almost too good to be true. (After I started writing this yesterday...she had an accident. But it wasn't really her fault. The girls were fighting and I angrily told Lucy to go have time-out in her room until I told her to come out! Lucy, obediently, did not come out...even though she really needed to pee.)
More "Quick Takes" for your reading pleasure here.
7 comments:
We are so in the same place with the please and screaming. It is so much fun. At least I know that he will grow out of it.....eventually.
:0) didja get it from me? http://thelongandwindingpath.blogspot.com/2009/03/rituals.html
I've sung that song to them...actually my dad used to sing it me :)
I wish you lived closer, I think we'd be good friends!
Yes, I did get it from you! Although I couldn't remember at the time. I knew I'd read about it on someone's blog...and now I remember whose.
Sneaky marketers. It's like calling it a dried plum instead of a nasty prune. Prettying it up for the consumers. But Cantaloupe sounds nice enough to me! Hope you didn't pay any more for the fancy name.
Enjoy your newly potty trained child!
I truly hope there are more Grenada posts...since that means I can be lazy and not write them. I love having you write my "diary".
Do you know what I miss? Poetry Thursday. I googled "Gerald Locklin poop" (that would be the name of one of his poems, btw) and your blog came up with one of your poetry entries. :)
I'll be glad to see Poetry Thursday back, though I never contributed one of my own! I live vicariously through you. :) I have sang three Beatles lullabies to my girls since infancy: "Golden Slumbers" from Abbey Road, "Good Night" from the White Album, and "Beautiful Boy," which technically isn't Beatles but is a John Lennon solo and therefore sort of counts. Highly recommend all.
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