Friday, November 18, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
My Big Girl
Dear Scarlett,
It is past time for me to stop referring to you as "the baby." As you will readily tell me, you are now a big girl. You want to do everything on your own, announcing "SELF" and brushing our hands away when we try to help you. "Do you want help?" I'll ask, to which you respond "Oh, no no" without making eye contact. I know, I can be so annoying sometimes when you just want to put your sweater on your legs and head out for a walk.
We spent a weekend in Indiana at Uncle John and Aunt Jamie's house, followed by a week with Nonnie and Pops in Oak Park. I don't know exactly how it happened, but you suddenly know most of your primary colors (plus pink) and numbers up to ten. I guess I need to give credit where credit is due to my school teacher parents. Pops has been working on numbers with you since you were two weeks old. You have always seemed to enjoy hearing him count.
You love to sing and are now the unofficial president of the Raffi fan club. "Raffi?" you say in the morning when you wake up. "Raffi?" you say 100 times a day after that. We own two Raffi CDs and I now hear them in my head all the time. Or wait, maybe it's not just in my head. They basically play on repeat 12 hours a day in the car, the kitchen, and your bedroom. Nonnie and Pops and I were sitting on the couch one night last week and I started to sing Sodeo. "Ugh," Nonnie said. "Why would you do that?"
Today was a really good day. You and I went to music class, visited Dad at work, tasted cheese at the Ferry Building and took a long walk along the Bay. We sat together watching the water, the Bay Bridge, the birds. You were pretty excited about the birds and did not like it when they flew away. I tried to explain that it's just what birds do, they fly, but you wanted to keep them there. So I suggested you sing to them and you chose that perennial favorite, Raffi's Going to the Zoo. "Zoo, zoo, zoo," you serenaded the birds. Some still flew away, but I think it was just to tell their friends about the free entertainment.
Sometime in October you started reading your books with us, which basically means that you have memorized them and say the words before we do. I first noticed this with the rhyming book Pops made you for your first birthday. Your mind (the minds of all toddlers really) is so amazing to me. You are taking in so much, making all of these connections, and beginning to really participate and converse with us. A typical discussion might go something like this:
Me: Time to get in your stroller.
You: Oh, no no.
Me: You don't want to ride in your stroller? What do you want to do?
You: Walk.
Me: Ok, but please take that sweater off your legs.
Love,
Mom
It is past time for me to stop referring to you as "the baby." As you will readily tell me, you are now a big girl. You want to do everything on your own, announcing "SELF" and brushing our hands away when we try to help you. "Do you want help?" I'll ask, to which you respond "Oh, no no" without making eye contact. I know, I can be so annoying sometimes when you just want to put your sweater on your legs and head out for a walk.
We spent a weekend in Indiana at Uncle John and Aunt Jamie's house, followed by a week with Nonnie and Pops in Oak Park. I don't know exactly how it happened, but you suddenly know most of your primary colors (plus pink) and numbers up to ten. I guess I need to give credit where credit is due to my school teacher parents. Pops has been working on numbers with you since you were two weeks old. You have always seemed to enjoy hearing him count.
You love to sing and are now the unofficial president of the Raffi fan club. "Raffi?" you say in the morning when you wake up. "Raffi?" you say 100 times a day after that. We own two Raffi CDs and I now hear them in my head all the time. Or wait, maybe it's not just in my head. They basically play on repeat 12 hours a day in the car, the kitchen, and your bedroom. Nonnie and Pops and I were sitting on the couch one night last week and I started to sing Sodeo. "Ugh," Nonnie said. "Why would you do that?"
Today was a really good day. You and I went to music class, visited Dad at work, tasted cheese at the Ferry Building and took a long walk along the Bay. We sat together watching the water, the Bay Bridge, the birds. You were pretty excited about the birds and did not like it when they flew away. I tried to explain that it's just what birds do, they fly, but you wanted to keep them there. So I suggested you sing to them and you chose that perennial favorite, Raffi's Going to the Zoo. "Zoo, zoo, zoo," you serenaded the birds. Some still flew away, but I think it was just to tell their friends about the free entertainment.
Sometime in October you started reading your books with us, which basically means that you have memorized them and say the words before we do. I first noticed this with the rhyming book Pops made you for your first birthday. Your mind (the minds of all toddlers really) is so amazing to me. You are taking in so much, making all of these connections, and beginning to really participate and converse with us. A typical discussion might go something like this:
Me: Time to get in your stroller.
You: Oh, no no.
Me: You don't want to ride in your stroller? What do you want to do?
You: Walk.
Me: Ok, but please take that sweater off your legs.
Love,
Mom
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Halloween 2011
Dear Scarlett,
You tried your first piece of Halloween candy today. It was a mini Milky Way bar--I bought the bag to give out candy to trick or treaters, except no one rang our bell. Or maybe they rang our bell while we were out trick or treating, I can't be sure. Either way, we ended up with a full bowl of Milky Way bars and Starburst packs, and you have enjoyed emptying the bowl all over the floor and then, well, sitting in the bowl.
But earlier today, you managed to open one of the Milky Way bars, and you brought it to me. I told you it was edible and you seemed to believe me, but after one bite, you ripped it into pieces and placed it all on the kitchen counter (you're very tall.) I was sort of impressed that you didn't want to eat the chocolate. Later in the day, however, you opened another piece, again brought it to me, and we shared it. You got so excited that you jumped on the bed for 5 minutes. And then you threw up. It's 10pm and I'm still waiting for the sheets to dry. Yes, my fault.
You love to jump on the bed. Every night after dinner, you run into my room (also Dad's room) and yell "BED!" We let you up there until you decide it's ok to pet the cats with your feet. It's not ok. That's called kicking. But when you're behaving, you will stand in the middle of the bed and say "Three, two, three" and then flop backwards, leading with your head. This is sufficiently frightening to me that I usually stay in the kitchen during these exercises. Lucky for you, Dad thinks it's highly entertaining.
You're getting very good at counting. If I say one, you'll say two. Then I say three, and you usually say "FLOP!" So we'll keep working on numbers.
In other news, Dad bought a bike with a seat for you, and you are now obsessed. When you wake up, you either demand to go on the bike, or you demand to put on your ladybug Halloween costume. Or you demand to listen to music. "MYSTIC!" You're very demanding. I think I need to hide the ladybug now that Halloween is over. You wore it 4 different days last week (once with starfish glasses.) You also found time to don your bumblebee costume from Aunt Bev at least three times. It was a good week.
Love,
Mom
You tried your first piece of Halloween candy today. It was a mini Milky Way bar--I bought the bag to give out candy to trick or treaters, except no one rang our bell. Or maybe they rang our bell while we were out trick or treating, I can't be sure. Either way, we ended up with a full bowl of Milky Way bars and Starburst packs, and you have enjoyed emptying the bowl all over the floor and then, well, sitting in the bowl.
But earlier today, you managed to open one of the Milky Way bars, and you brought it to me. I told you it was edible and you seemed to believe me, but after one bite, you ripped it into pieces and placed it all on the kitchen counter (you're very tall.) I was sort of impressed that you didn't want to eat the chocolate. Later in the day, however, you opened another piece, again brought it to me, and we shared it. You got so excited that you jumped on the bed for 5 minutes. And then you threw up. It's 10pm and I'm still waiting for the sheets to dry. Yes, my fault.
You love to jump on the bed. Every night after dinner, you run into my room (also Dad's room) and yell "BED!" We let you up there until you decide it's ok to pet the cats with your feet. It's not ok. That's called kicking. But when you're behaving, you will stand in the middle of the bed and say "Three, two, three" and then flop backwards, leading with your head. This is sufficiently frightening to me that I usually stay in the kitchen during these exercises. Lucky for you, Dad thinks it's highly entertaining.
You're getting very good at counting. If I say one, you'll say two. Then I say three, and you usually say "FLOP!" So we'll keep working on numbers.
In other news, Dad bought a bike with a seat for you, and you are now obsessed. When you wake up, you either demand to go on the bike, or you demand to put on your ladybug Halloween costume. Or you demand to listen to music. "MYSTIC!" You're very demanding. I think I need to hide the ladybug now that Halloween is over. You wore it 4 different days last week (once with starfish glasses.) You also found time to don your bumblebee costume from Aunt Bev at least three times. It was a good week.
Love,
Mom
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