November 30, 2012
November 29, 2012
Unsettling Books
I'm going to have to start a new section of this blog called "Goddamned Creepy Books for Children" because I read Slightly Invisible Featuring Charlie and Lola tonight (from yesterday's library trip) and it was so damn creepy that I still have the creeps. Can you see that shadow figure sitting at the table with Charlie and Lola and Marv? I couldn't. Not at first. And then I discovered that Lola's invisible friend had been following her around the whole time. Creepy.
November 28, 2012
November 27, 2012
Where Everybody Be?
P. is very concerned about something that happened once on Yo Gabba Gabba. Muno knocked down Brobee's block tower. Then he sang a song about it. When P. wants you to pay attention to something she is doing or saying, she repeats this story, over and over, until you pay attention. "Muno knocked Brobee tower. I'm sorry?"
Also, these days she spends a lot of time categorizing things that are scary or not scary. The smashed-up truck parked at the base of our stairs was scary. Until this morning when she told me "red truck broken, not scary."
Also, these days she spends a lot of time categorizing things that are scary or not scary. The smashed-up truck parked at the base of our stairs was scary. Until this morning when she told me "red truck broken, not scary."
November 25, 2012
soon
I will post pictures of our wonderful trip to Northern California soon...
On the long (although shorter) drive home, P. sat in the back requesting repeatedly that we turn around and go "back gramma's house." Then she would ask, plaintively, "where everybody be?"
On the long (although shorter) drive home, P. sat in the back requesting repeatedly that we turn around and go "back gramma's house." Then she would ask, plaintively, "where everybody be?"
November 19, 2012
now is the time
We need to go on record. Caillou is terrible and must be stopped. I never knew that anything Canadian could be so terrible.
Watch Caillou?
No. Watch. Caillou.
Watch Caillou?
No. Watch. Caillou.
November 18, 2012
cut us some slack
November 15, 2012
robots
Last night, as I was tucking 8 wooden robot blocks under a cozy blanket so they could more comfortably enjoy my fourth reading of a wordless West German book about municipal vehicles from 1984, it occurred to me that I am really the parent of a child. Not a baby, a child. A child with a well-developed sense of the important role robots play in our everyday life. A child who demands to be fed ice cream in the bath. A child who is deeply concerned with well-being of fallen trashcans.
"Uh oh! Blue garbage fell down! Oh no!"
"Uh oh! Blue garbage fell down! Oh no!"
November 13, 2012
Names
I think that Poppy just lost to the 4 syllable full name.
"Whose daddy is that?" "Penelope's daddy!"
"Whose daddy is that?" "Penelope's daddy!"
home sick
It is 80 degrees outside, but we are deep into cold and flu season around here. A couple weeks ago, P. had her second round of Hand, Foot, and Mouth and now she is two days into a really nasty case of Strep Throat. Our apartment has seen its fair share of screaming and sobbing in the past few weeks.
She is just old enough to assert that no, thank you, she would not like to take the medicine that you claim will make her feel better. Nor, thanks for asking, would she like to go see the doctor.
UPDATE: She just told me that her throat is feeling much better. "Mouth no hurts more. All better!"
And now she is eating ice cream, happily. Phew.
She is just old enough to assert that no, thank you, she would not like to take the medicine that you claim will make her feel better. Nor, thanks for asking, would she like to go see the doctor.
UPDATE: She just told me that her throat is feeling much better. "Mouth no hurts more. All better!"
And now she is eating ice cream, happily. Phew.
November 8, 2012
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