Mommy. Woo sing me a song 'bout a Bee.
"ABCDEFG"
No! Mommy, data a wetter song. Me want woo sing me a bee song.
"I don't know a bee song.
Mommy. sing me a bee song. It goes. bzzz
A bee goes bzz, a bee goes bzz, every buggy makes a sound the bee says bzz
Mommy sing me an ant song.
the ants go marching 1 by 1 hoorah, hoorah.... (continue to the first verse)...
Mommy sing me a tatterpidder song.
I don't know a caterpillar song. You sing me a caterpillar song.
No, Mommy. Onwy woo sing a tatterpidder song. dat too hard a me. Woo sing tatterpidder song. Me not sing it. Woo sing it. Dat a me talkin' 'bout. A tatterpidder. O- TAY? A One time.
Some crazy made-up 2 line caterpillar song. Good night, I love you.
ni-night mommy. I wuv woo. I det up when da sun up?
Yes baby, I'll see you when the sun comes up in the morning.
Otay. Woo weeve door open wight. No mommy. dat not wight.
I adjust the door. Good night sweetie. I'll see you in the morning.
Dat wight mommy. night-night.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
At least it isn't Barney
My 2 year old has a favorite song.
Only he sings it:
"I do it mine self!"
The full song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-2X6jsHNVw
Only he sings it:
"I do it mine self!"
The full song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-2X6jsHNVw
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Things that make you go hmmmm
Mommy, me need wadder.
You need a letter? What?
No, Mommy. Me find mine softball. M need wadder, get it down. Wike Calliou. Calliou wooz wadder det apples out of twees. Me need wadder, get down mine ball.
No. You don't need a ladder. I'll get it down for you in a little bit.
No Mommy, me need wadder wight now. I flash him a look that says he's being too demanding. He bats his eyelashes and says TWEEEEEEZ!
I said No. I meant NO.
Otay. I get mine own wadder. I do it mine self.
He walks to the edge of the room and picks up a pretend ladder. After a minute, he re-enters the room.
See Mommy, me wooz wadder, me det down mine softball.
He is now holding the Nerf football he's been talking about. At this point, I decide it is worth disturbing the baby's eating to find out what he used for a ladder to get down the football. The football had been on a shelf over 6 feet up. So, I hoist Butterball, still nursing up and go into his room.
LM, show me your ladder.
See Mommy, dis mine wadder!
He holds up a gallon bucket that previously held ice cream, but now is supposed to hold puzzle pieces.
I wooz dis and I det down mine ball!!
This, this is something I don't think I want to know. I don't want to know how an EMPTY plastic ice cream bucket became a step to a ladder for a high shelf. I don't want to know what other things in the room he had to have used to get the football down. Maybe next time, I'll get him the ladder.
You need a letter? What?
No, Mommy. Me find mine softball. M need wadder, get it down. Wike Calliou. Calliou wooz wadder det apples out of twees. Me need wadder, get down mine ball.
No. You don't need a ladder. I'll get it down for you in a little bit.
No Mommy, me need wadder wight now. I flash him a look that says he's being too demanding. He bats his eyelashes and says TWEEEEEEZ!
I said No. I meant NO.
Otay. I get mine own wadder. I do it mine self.
He walks to the edge of the room and picks up a pretend ladder. After a minute, he re-enters the room.
See Mommy, me wooz wadder, me det down mine softball.
He is now holding the Nerf football he's been talking about. At this point, I decide it is worth disturbing the baby's eating to find out what he used for a ladder to get down the football. The football had been on a shelf over 6 feet up. So, I hoist Butterball, still nursing up and go into his room.
LM, show me your ladder.
See Mommy, dis mine wadder!
He holds up a gallon bucket that previously held ice cream, but now is supposed to hold puzzle pieces.
I wooz dis and I det down mine ball!!
This, this is something I don't think I want to know. I don't want to know how an EMPTY plastic ice cream bucket became a step to a ladder for a high shelf. I don't want to know what other things in the room he had to have used to get the football down. Maybe next time, I'll get him the ladder.
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Dear Mommy,
Please don't ever cut my hair again. I know that with the trimmers, you're supposed to be able to, but really, you can't. Or if you do try, remember that no matter what the bangs look better before you mess with them.
Love, Little Monster.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
The Weather.
As a kid, I lived for summer. It didn't have as much to do with a break from school as it did a break from cold weather. I loved wearing shorts, running through the sprinkler, swimming, and all of the fun activities summer brought. And when it got too hot to be outside, I loved coming into an air conditioned house, that slight smell of ozone filling the air, to curl up on the couch with a book.
We have summer here, in that we don't skip June, July or August, but the weather during the "summer" isn't what I'm used to. It's cool and foggy most days. Not warm enough to wear any fun summer clothes or fill up the inflatable pool for splashing and lazing in.
Every once in a while, though, there will be a glorious, "hot" summer day where the sun shines and the wind isn't coming off of the beach. The temp will be about 80 or so. Even rarer are when those days come on a weekend, when we don't have plans.
This past weekend, though the planets aligned and we had one glorious day of summer. We woke up early, got donuts at our favorite shop on the way down to the beach where we spent the morning riding our bikes along the coast. We grabbed a quick lunch during some light shopping, and then filled up our swimming pool and spent the afternoon in the front yard splashing and getting each other wet. At the end of the day, smelling of Coppertone and summer, we got subs for dinner, at ate outside before heading home to lounge inside in front of the TV barely able to stay awake for the heat and activities of the day.
It was a glorious, wonderful, heavenly summer day. And the next morning we woke up, opened the windows, and like a dream, the summer was gone. It had given way to the onshore flow, marine layer and fog. Summer, I miss you. Come back soon, okay?
We have summer here, in that we don't skip June, July or August, but the weather during the "summer" isn't what I'm used to. It's cool and foggy most days. Not warm enough to wear any fun summer clothes or fill up the inflatable pool for splashing and lazing in.
Every once in a while, though, there will be a glorious, "hot" summer day where the sun shines and the wind isn't coming off of the beach. The temp will be about 80 or so. Even rarer are when those days come on a weekend, when we don't have plans.
This past weekend, though the planets aligned and we had one glorious day of summer. We woke up early, got donuts at our favorite shop on the way down to the beach where we spent the morning riding our bikes along the coast. We grabbed a quick lunch during some light shopping, and then filled up our swimming pool and spent the afternoon in the front yard splashing and getting each other wet. At the end of the day, smelling of Coppertone and summer, we got subs for dinner, at ate outside before heading home to lounge inside in front of the TV barely able to stay awake for the heat and activities of the day.
It was a glorious, wonderful, heavenly summer day. And the next morning we woke up, opened the windows, and like a dream, the summer was gone. It had given way to the onshore flow, marine layer and fog. Summer, I miss you. Come back soon, okay?
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