Friday, August 29, 2008

Irony

My daughter eats pickling cucumbers, tomatoes off my plants and robs my fridge of yogurt and fruit. I keep a stock of chocolate bars in the fridge.

My husband diets by eating less and working out. I diet by not eating the leftovers on my daughters plate after meals.

I will not cancel cable, because it keeps me from going crazy when nursing during the day. Unfortunately, Cora watches it with me.

Here is irony at its finest. The greatest verbal supporter of a healthy lifestyle is also the one who sabotages her own chances at success the most. I need to get with it.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Lets go out to eat...

Nanny and I took the two girls to a nice restaurant for lunch. I figured we would be safe. They have a beautiful outdoor patio, and a child's play area that I'm familiar with. It was towards the end of lunch that the true nature of my daughter emerged.

First, she waved at me, half hanging out the second story of the play house. courtesy of some stronger child, a bench moved under the window opening. I ran like a tripping lunatic to the play house, only for her to greet me grinning and safe at the bottom of the steps.

Second, she decided she needed to take off her milk spotted shirt. A restrained conversation later, she was still dressed. A penny for the fountain distracted her.

Did I say fountain? When I suggested this particular location for lunch, I forgot that it had a working outdoor fountain. Worse, the fountains lowest pond was within easy reach of a two year old. That would explain why, within moments of using up her penny she was fishing for others and splashing in the water.

That wasn't the problem. The problem was when she decided to wash her hair.

At least I have a good argument for my super packed diaper bag with extra absorbent blankets/towels. You need them for those occasional bath incidents in strange fountains in front of (thankfully understanding) patrons. That, and Its a marvelous way to get and pay your check quickly so you can leave.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Teaching Perception

Now that my daughter is talking about letters, and pointing to words asking what they are, I decided this was what people call child lead education. I bought some teaching aids to introduce her to the alphabet, mixed them up with some of the stuff around the house, and wrote up a schedule of classes (soon to be ignored). Better yet, I took cora with me, so that it was already a fun time for her to spend with Mom.

I'm not trying to teach my child to be brilliant, or even make her learn the alphabet. I do not have any goals with her becoming a doctor at age 12. That can at times be abusive to the child. What I'm trying to accomplish, is to burn some extra calories through brain exercise. Learning IS an adventure. Maybe if she explores letters she will leave my bathroom cabinet alone.

I hung my "dive into the alphabet" (cute huh?) poster on our fridge, with the first letters already ensconced on their little fishy plaques. Cora was thrilled with the creative process. She likes the fishes. She wanted to hang more. We went over the letters, and made their noises, until her mind flitted elsewhere.

When trying to teach a two year old, one of the perceptions you have to have is when they are done. She happily left the poster alone until dad and his friends emerged from the basement. Then she pulled each one over to show it off, and pointed out the fishes. What made me proud was when she pointed to one fish in particular and said "Aye" correctly labeling the letter on it.

One letter down, 25 to go.

The best part is, nobody can say I'm crazy for trying to teach a two year old the alphabet. The people who might have criticized were given a sterling lesson in success.

Now if only I can get Cora to poop in the potty.