Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Old McDonald Had a Farm
I went with some friends to a place called Old McDonalds Farm. We had a great time seeing, petting and feeding geese, an emu, ducks, goats, pigs, sheep, cows, horses, rabbits, and deer. There was a train, cool slide, a huge pile of sand, swings, and horse rides. Emma was mesmerized by the whole thing. It was like I didn't even exists - she was taking everything in and didn't hear a word I said. That is why she has such a serious face on - she was intensely staring at everything the whole time.
Well Actually, Grandma
I have a nephew whose biggest trial as a 2 year old was having to deal with unintelligent adults.... which in his mind, that was all adults. He would sometimes say in a rather put out voice, "Well actually, Grandma..." And then go on to explain to Grandma whatever she was wrong about. We have giggled out that for years.
Yesterday morning Emma and I were reading a book and she pointed to Grover and said, "Actually, its Grover." It appears that Emma and Ben have something in common.
Yesterday morning Emma and I were reading a book and she pointed to Grover and said, "Actually, its Grover." It appears that Emma and Ben have something in common.
Rules
It appears that Emma feels compelled to follow rules. This one she got from me. It is one of the few things that she gets from me. Emma likes to buckle her stuffed dog, "Puppy," into our infant car seat or infant swing. When it comes to getting Puppy out of the seat, she will not just pull him out. He MUST be unbuckled and if I yank puppy out then she insists that I go back and unbuckle the car seat.
Emma was coloring and colored on a book cover. I explained that we don't color on books. She asked about pants, shirts, herself, desks, and a variety of objects. I explained that we don't color any of those objects. The next day Aaron participated in a United Way Day of Caring where he did some painting. He came home with some blue paint on his arm. Emma was quite bothered by the fact that Aaron broke the rules and colored on himself. She pointed it out and said, "No color blue!" She just kept saying it. Over and over and over. It was like the orange crayon incident all over again. Aaron tried to apologize for breaking the rules about coloring on himself. I just wonder how she will do when Aaron paints her new room. That may just make her brains explode.
Emma was coloring and colored on a book cover. I explained that we don't color on books. She asked about pants, shirts, herself, desks, and a variety of objects. I explained that we don't color any of those objects. The next day Aaron participated in a United Way Day of Caring where he did some painting. He came home with some blue paint on his arm. Emma was quite bothered by the fact that Aaron broke the rules and colored on himself. She pointed it out and said, "No color blue!" She just kept saying it. Over and over and over. It was like the orange crayon incident all over again. Aaron tried to apologize for breaking the rules about coloring on himself. I just wonder how she will do when Aaron paints her new room. That may just make her brains explode.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Orange Crayon
Emma has 8 crayons. She typically uses the orange or purple crayon. They seem to be her favorite crayons. One Saturday Aaron was coloring with Emma and accidentally broke about a half inch of the orange crayon off. Emma looked at it and kept saying over and over "Daddy broke it! Daddy broke it!" Periodically she would interject, "Why break it Daddy?" She would also come show me the broken crayon and tell me all about how Daddy broke it. This went on for about 20 minutes. We have never seen Emma go on and on about anything like this. Aaron felt so bad for breaking her crayon and that it obviously bothered her a significant amount.
I kept telling Emma it was OK and that she could still color with the crayon and she kept telling me that Daddy broke her crayon. So two weeks later, she still is talking about how Daddy broke her crayon every time she pulls out her crayons to color. This past weekend we had a break through. She said, "Daddy sorry so much!" and then later she pulled out the crayon again and said, "Its OK." It appears she made it through the seven stages of grief and has reached acceptance.
I kept telling Emma it was OK and that she could still color with the crayon and she kept telling me that Daddy broke her crayon. So two weeks later, she still is talking about how Daddy broke her crayon every time she pulls out her crayons to color. This past weekend we had a break through. She said, "Daddy sorry so much!" and then later she pulled out the crayon again and said, "Its OK." It appears she made it through the seven stages of grief and has reached acceptance.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Birthday Part II
Emma was sick on her birthday so we waited to give her her present until she felt better. And by waited, I mean that really, I procrastinated wrapping it so it was quite a while after her birthday that she got it. We got her a zoo Lego set.
She has loved playing with her Lego's. It is hard to say what she likes more - playing with the normally, or taking them out of the bag and then cleaning them back up.
Emma-isms
Now that Emma is talking more, she is saying some funny things:
1. She was climbing on a box to jump off of it and fell backwards on accident. She laughed and said, "It's good one!" So when she does something on accident (that usually involves falling) she laughs and says that.
2. Apparently Emma really listens to my phone conversations. She insists I talk on the phone on speaker phone so she can hear the conversation and participate. My sister Mary will sometimes say "Peace out" but usually in the context of "I am all done with this situation and am leaving now." Usually it is related to her work. One morning Emma was walking by one of her blocks that had a ladybug on it and I heard, "Peace out ladybug!" I was cracking up so hard. So now she says it randomly.
3. Emma loves to play chase. (What kid doesn't?) One day she was sitting in her high chair and eating a strawberry. She said, "I'm going to get you strawberry!" and the proceeded to eat the strawberry.
4. Whenever we are in the grocery store or where ever, and Emma sees an older gentleman, she points and calls him "grandpa." She knows that he isn't her grandpa, but it is more of her labeling the guy as an old man. We were at a friend's house (who is our age) and she was pointing to one of our friends and calling her "lady." Later that evening she pointed to out host and called him "grandpa." He doesn't have gray hair, or any of the typical identifying grandpa features so I have no clue but she wouldn't change her mind about it.
5. I was making her oatmeal in the morning and she looked at it and said, "Oatmeal stinking hot." It was quite matter of fact. I think that she got that one from me. We have had an extremely hot summer and I think I use the phrase "stinking hot" to describe our weather.
1. She was climbing on a box to jump off of it and fell backwards on accident. She laughed and said, "It's good one!" So when she does something on accident (that usually involves falling) she laughs and says that.
2. Apparently Emma really listens to my phone conversations. She insists I talk on the phone on speaker phone so she can hear the conversation and participate. My sister Mary will sometimes say "Peace out" but usually in the context of "I am all done with this situation and am leaving now." Usually it is related to her work. One morning Emma was walking by one of her blocks that had a ladybug on it and I heard, "Peace out ladybug!" I was cracking up so hard. So now she says it randomly.
3. Emma loves to play chase. (What kid doesn't?) One day she was sitting in her high chair and eating a strawberry. She said, "I'm going to get you strawberry!" and the proceeded to eat the strawberry.
4. Whenever we are in the grocery store or where ever, and Emma sees an older gentleman, she points and calls him "grandpa." She knows that he isn't her grandpa, but it is more of her labeling the guy as an old man. We were at a friend's house (who is our age) and she was pointing to one of our friends and calling her "lady." Later that evening she pointed to out host and called him "grandpa." He doesn't have gray hair, or any of the typical identifying grandpa features so I have no clue but she wouldn't change her mind about it.
5. I was making her oatmeal in the morning and she looked at it and said, "Oatmeal stinking hot." It was quite matter of fact. I think that she got that one from me. We have had an extremely hot summer and I think I use the phrase "stinking hot" to describe our weather.
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