Saturday, October 4, 2008

Relaxing Baths, Vibrating Phones

I was stewing in a relaxing bath last night. Candle lit, and comfortable, I closed my eyes. Then I heard it. My phone was vibrating. I have my phone set on vibrate on purpose. Too many times, I lost the nap advantage because of inopportune ringing. The phone rattles on the counter though, so usually, a trained ear can pick up its mute physical pleas.

Well, they are not totally mute, or I would not have heard it vibrating from the sanctity of my kid free bath. I sighed, got out of the tub and wrapped myself in the towel. I heard it continue, that rhythmic buzzing noise. My phone continued to ring. I glancing at the clock. It is eleven PM. Nobody calls me after ten.

Wait! I plugged my phone in to charge the battery. It should not vibrate. It should ring. The buzzing continued. It also should go to voice mail by now. What is that noise?

My congested baby snores. It sounds exactly like my cell phone vibrating.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

The Art of Conversation

Our eldest is leaving the tantrum ism and failure to communicate age of two, and growing into three. That is not to say she is no longer a terrible, but rather that the terrible is softened with a hint of cognition. Having a conversation with a two year old is alot like talking to a wall. Having a conversation with a child a year older actually makes sense.

Most humorously you learn about their concept of the world. You can tell that my daughter goes places with me. Her response to the question "Are you going trick or treating?" was "I don't know where that is." The stunned silence was marvelous.

"Who is that?" A question she is often asked as part of Dad play routine, she answered efficiently with "That is my sister. Her name is Nyobi. She is four months old." This should not be surprising to me. I answer these questions in front of her every day. It is, however, amusing.

My favorite so far is the compliment stage. Cora has always been a queit child. She also has striking looks. Blond curly hair, bright blue eyes, dark lashes and a pale complexion get her lots of comments. People say, "What a beautiful child!" or "Aren't you beautiful!" Before I can say anything, Cora will gallop away with a totally dis-interested "I know." trailing behind her.

I guess I shouldn't be afraid of her getting a fat head any time soon.

Unfortunately, conversation includes one of the most annoying and dreaded things children can do. Watching cora rifle through the DVD's and VHS tapes, probably searching for the Lady and the Tramp movie I sent back to Netflix's, I told her "You are not going to watch any TV right now."

Slowly, oh so slowly, her head turned toward me, her blue eyes shining with inhuman delight. She smiled a little not so innocent smile and asked me "Why?"

Then my MOM spoke out from behind me. "Because I said so!"

I'll have to ask my Mom how she learned to throw her voice 45 miles at just the right moment. I certainly couldn't have said that.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Dinner Table Etiquette

Polite manners at the table are an important part of life. Teaching Cora manners should, therefor be easy. Yeah, right! This is the child who will eat at any other time of the day, a million foods that are not appealing. If she's sitting at the table, food is "Bleck".

Yesterday we decided to try one of those pasta dishes the pizza chain recently invented. It was a delicious looking concoction. We also tried some bruschetta. Cora tasted the bruschetta before we sat down, and swallowed a whole mouthful. After she sat down, she watched me put the bruschetta stuff on her plate, and said "Bleck". Refusing to taste it.

She also refused to taste the pasta. "Bleck" she said. That did not sit well with the parents.

After pointing out that she would taste it before she made up her mind or else, an important rule of the table, and part of being polite, she put some in her mouth. Her face was screwed up in her attempts to prepare to eat something hideous. Then relaxed. "MMMM." she said. "Cheese! I like cheese!"

"Juice, please." she said to Dad handing him her cup and picking up her fork. I am so proud of her for not making me carry through with the ominous and poorly defined "or else", like she usually does. As we turned to our meals, I had a sudden thought. With a quick peak under the table I stared across at my husband.

"She's not wearing pants!!!"

I guess we have alot of manners to work on yet.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Big Pool

To carve out some Cora and Mom time, I've started taking her swimming in the Big Pool. This location is actually the high school and community swimming center, which consists of a racing/ diving pool and a leisure pool. Cora loves going there.

She won't put her face under water, and won't try and swim, but she will wade around the leisure pool areas up to her armpits and allow me to piggyback her all over the place. Cora will swim until her small body is one big goose bump and her eyes are bright red from the chlorine. I don't think either set of grandparents are surprised by this.

There are two things at the big pool which truely enrapture the small child; a water slide and the teenagers. The water slide is the innocent fun. It allows small children to launch themselves down a small white plastic slope at top speed, and splash out into the swimming area. The teenagers are another part entirely.

First are the teenage lifeguards. Cora could care less about them. She ignores them completely. She even tried to push ones legs out of her way once.

Then there are the teenage swimmers. The girls she tries to grab hands with and make them play with her. Poor classy teenage girls in bikinis trying to flirt and have a good time do not appreciate this sort of attention. The boys she just thinks are too wild.

Which is why, once we were out of the pool last swim day Cora stood with her arms crossed in a noisy changing room yelling in her most imperial tone at five six foot tall teenagers. I don't think anyone of them heard her direct commands to "stop that" and "Go away!" I did though, and I truely admired the fact that she wasn't about to be intimidated by them.

Maybe my original goal was to teach Cora to swim. Right now I'm just enjoying spending time with my daughter and learning the mettle of her character. This one definately needs to learn self defense, because her flight sensors don't work.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Packing it Up.

We decided to go away overnight. Because we have romantic and far reaching dreams of sunning on the beaches of Aruba, eating udon at a street stall in Tokyo and drinking vodka in a pub near the Kremlin, we visited my parents. Its close, Cora loves it and they will let us get out of the house without either child. Besides that, they have baby supplies, from the food down to the diapers and crib.

I once packed to go overseas for four months, and fit everything I would need into a carry on and a hiking back pack (40 lbs of kit total). You could NOT fit what we took into that same backpack. it was too much. It was one night only, and I was packing light.

Welcome to adventure with children.