Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
her words
A couple years ago, I was frustrated with my toddler who had no words. It was maddening to not know what he needed or felt like or thought. Now, I have a very vocal two-year-old, and sometimes knowing the mind of a toddler can be just as....well, interesting.
For example:
Today she told me my bottom looks like a pizza. Let's hope she meant 'thin crust' and 'personal size'.
One of Lea's favorite phrases is "I don't know!" used after questions like, "Why did you dump sand in the car?" and "What happened to all 5 pairs of your shoes?"
Another favorite is when I call to her from another room, "Leeeeeea, what are you doooooing?" and her response is, "I making a mess!" (in the same sing-song way I called to her, of course).
She loves to argue. Loves it. Sometimes, she argues with herself.
She tells me she's stinky, demands everything be PINK (already!) and thinks she owns the iPad.
Lucky for me, all this craziness is also mingled with my girl who can count to ten, say her ABCs, sings all day, says "I love you" and "Oh, sorry!", who thinks every building is a temple and loves to say, "I see the temple, mom!"; my girl who 'helps' me read books, still loves naptime, asks to be rocked, and likes to show off her dance moves.
Love this little thing!
For example:
Today she told me my bottom looks like a pizza. Let's hope she meant 'thin crust' and 'personal size'.
One of Lea's favorite phrases is "I don't know!" used after questions like, "Why did you dump sand in the car?" and "What happened to all 5 pairs of your shoes?"
Another favorite is when I call to her from another room, "Leeeeeea, what are you doooooing?" and her response is, "I making a mess!" (in the same sing-song way I called to her, of course).
She loves to argue. Loves it. Sometimes, she argues with herself.
She tells me she's stinky, demands everything be PINK (already!) and thinks she owns the iPad.
Lucky for me, all this craziness is also mingled with my girl who can count to ten, say her ABCs, sings all day, says "I love you" and "Oh, sorry!", who thinks every building is a temple and loves to say, "I see the temple, mom!"; my girl who 'helps' me read books, still loves naptime, asks to be rocked, and likes to show off her dance moves.
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| Lea on her birthday! Happy #2! |
Thursday, August 9, 2012
the best kind of day
The warm, star-filled night beckoned and the big kids took Dad up on his summer-long offer to sleep on the deck. Air mattresses were filled and bags were laid out as the kids settled into their slumber party, right outside our bedroom window. I was surprised (but shouldn't have been) when Daddy jumped into his own bag out there with them instead of into the 'real' bed, with me. I listened to their giggles and their gradually slowing breathing through the window as they drifted off to sleep. Then, I did, too.
Mid-night, I was awakened by voices out on the deck: Kate and her Dad were in deep conversation about stars and satellites and planets and God's creations. I couldn't help but listen in, and smile.
The morning broke, beautiful and cool. The babies and I dragged our oatmeal to the porch to eat and we watched as the 'campers' gradually discovered morning. When everyone was awake, we all gathered on the sleeping bags, giggling and wrestling and savoring the morning. I can't think of a better way to start the day.
Oh, how I love summer!
Mid-night, I was awakened by voices out on the deck: Kate and her Dad were in deep conversation about stars and satellites and planets and God's creations. I couldn't help but listen in, and smile.
The morning broke, beautiful and cool. The babies and I dragged our oatmeal to the porch to eat and we watched as the 'campers' gradually discovered morning. When everyone was awake, we all gathered on the sleeping bags, giggling and wrestling and savoring the morning. I can't think of a better way to start the day.
Oh, how I love summer!
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