A couple of weeks ago the kids and I were doing a little shopping at Target. As we wandered the aisles of cleaning supplies and paper goods, Little asked for a piece of candy. I gave her an Ice Breaker’s Sour (her candy of choice behind chocolate) and she began munching away on it.
Behind us a lady was innocently making her way to purchase a bottle of Lysol or something when Little suddenly proclaimed, “Lady no eat my candy.” I responded with, “No, sweetie, the lady doesn’t need your candy.” To which Little says, “Lady have no teeth.”
Um, yeah, I’m pretty sure the lady did have teeth (although I didn’t look back to check), but we are always telling Little that Boo can’t eat (goldfish, bananas, candy, fill in the blank) because he doesn’t have teeth. Apparently this extends to anyone and everyone who doesn’t need/want her food.
And then on Friday…I had the kids at the doctor’s office for well-baby checkups. As we entertained ourselves with Teletubbies on the TV in the waiting room, a little boy came in wearing SpongeBob shorts. Little looked at him and promptly proclaimed, “Little boy have fruit snacks on his pockets.”
She’s never been exposed to SpongeBob except via fruit snacks that she shares with her friend D, so I guess it was a logical conclusion for a 2 year old, but it took some effort for me to contain my laughter.
Matt and I don’t see movies in the theater. Before kids we made it to a movie about once a year, twice if it was an exceptionally good year for new releases. Since Little was born, I think we’ve been to a theater once, to see the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie. We’re Netflix subscribers so we see plenty of movies, just a few months (or more) after most people. [as an aside, I really like the Netflix service; if we weren’t members, we’d never see movies!]
Last night we decided to watch a movie after the kiddos went to bed. Our movie-on-hand was Juno. We’d seen the previews and heard good things about it, but I wasn’t really prepared for how much I would like this movie. Granted, there are many things in the movie that I don’t condone – teenage pregnancy, divorce, bad language – but I laughed so hard that Matt was laughing at me. I have a bit of an odd sense of humor, and Juno is one of those quirky comedies that fit it perfectly (like The Princess Bride, Monty Python, Rushmore, for other examples).
In fact, I liked it so much that I considered watching it again today before I sent it back to Netflix. I think I might have to add it to our DVD collection.
From Little – as we prepared to go to the zoo yesterday – “skeeto bite no go to zoo.” Yeah, if I could figure out how to leave mosquito bites behind I’d be a rich lady.
New to her vocabulary – “paw-der” for pillow
From the potty training diary – she has pee-peed in the potty once, but she won’t wear training pants because apparently they hurt (she spent 30 minutes pulling at them the other day before she finally brought me a diaper and asked me to put it on). I’m not sure she’s really ready yet; we’ll give it some time.
From The Boy – during his 4-ish a.m. feeding this morning I laid him down in the floor to change his diaper. He proceeded to roll over from his back to his tummy. Whaa? You’re only 9 weeks old boy!
On sleeping – he’s up to 6 hours straight for the past several nights. We’re still getting up two times, but I’m hoping that we’ll cut out the 4 o’clock feeding before long.
And from the pacifier files – I haven’t yet decided whether it is our friend or not. It is much better than sucking on my pinky, but it presents it’s own set of challenges (like when he loses it during the night).
As for me – I almost let myself get heat exhaustion yesterday. 4 hours at the zoo in 85 degrees weather, the last 2 hours of that with Boo in our black wrap, and only about 8 ounces of water don’t make for good times at the end of the day. Fortunately, I’m feeling much better today.
And finally, from “file it under random” – I glanced at the Pay Per Post form in my SIL’s sidebar earlier, and the default birthdate is June 19, 1906. I’m thinking that 102 year old bloggers are a bit hard to come by.
That’s all I have for now. Hopefully, tomorrow I can put coherent thoughts together and bring you a well constructed post. We’ll see.
Here are a couple of funny things I’ve run across recently and thought I would share for your viewing pleasure.
The first is a strip from my favorite comic, Get Fuzzy…
The second is a YouTube video of a 3 year old summarizing Star Wars Episode IV; this one really made me laugh. One of my favorite parts is at the very end when she says, “Don’t talk back to Darth Vader. He’ll get you.” via The Forty-Second Parallel
