Thursday, October 16, 2008

Farm Market

Fall is here, and with it, the impending end of Coras weekly morning treat. She loves the farm market. On Thursday our local community has a small farmers market in the parking lot next to where my husbands office building is located. Cora lives for this event.

"What do you want to do today?" is usually followed by a hopeful "Farm market?" The notion of a weekly event is hard for someone who can not wait ten minutes without getting bored. She really does think that I can waive my hand and make the kind vendors appear in the parking lot, ready to tolerate her stomach fueled kleptomania. She eats her way from booth to booth, a green bean here, a strawberry there, a cherry tomato at TA, and OOOh! Her body wiggles with excitement at the site of black berries. I pull out some cash. She'll scarf an entire bundle of those.

Unfortunately, once the snow flies, or November's cold sets in, the resident farm market peoples pack up their Thursday get together for good. I know it will be back in May, but I have a feeling Cora will not be comforted by its return in six months. What I'll do when the tears start flying I have no idea, maybe I'll just pretend there are no Thursdays in November or December.

Oh wait, Thanksgiving.
And Christmas this year too, both on Thursdays.
That won't work at all. Perhaps I should find some enrichment course, or kleptomania therapy for her.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Dictionary of the Pre-School Home.

Lovey: A dirty blanket, stuffed animals (usually non-machine washable), or a toy that a child names, and refuses leave the house without. The loss of a lovey will cause both child and parents to break into tantrums and tears.

Blankey: (a) any blanket that will not cover more than half of an adults body. (b) a lovey, whose sacred substance should not be touched by strangers, even if the child attached to it puts it in their way deliberately.

Kitty: (a) a house cat. (b) a skunk, hopefully outside of the house.

Sippy: A lidded cup usually possessing a stop flow valve, that allows small children to turn the glass upside down with minimal spillage. Note: hurling sippys at objects, or squishing them too much will cause them to leak.

Potty (a) the place you should not be when a two year old declares they have to "go potty" (b) a room with NO privacy.

Pretty: (a) the other adjective the child could have used instead of stinky. (b) something you should not hand over to the child if you ever want to see it again, even if you think its indestructable.

Puppy: (a) any dog like animal regardless of age. (b) a kitty.

Horsy: (a) any animal larger than a great dane that the child is not familiar with. (b) a horse.

Fishy: anything that lives in water and is not a froggy.

Froggy: anything that lives in the water and is not a fishy.

TeeVee: Something children never feel they get enough of, and parents think they get too much of for their health. Note: TV's in parents homes rarely show anything that is not rated less than PG.

Onesy: A long t-shirt that buttons over the crotch of a child, stopping it from riding up when they squirm.

Nukey: a pacifier, see also Paccy, sucky, and dirty.

Crazy: where parents are driven by the vocabulary that ends in the "ee" sound.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A New Noise

My daughter Nyobi appears to have the great makings of a conversationalist. She talks. She talks back to you, she complains vocally when she is not comfortable, and she engages in that charming past time of infant conversation. My favorite past time is to sit there and talk to her about really silly stuff and see her smile and goo ga back at me.

I know she doesn't understand, because she would never have smiled at my explanation about the impending use of the nasal spray on her cute little nose. She did clearly tell me afterward that she didn't enjoy the experience. At least I think that is why she screamed bloody murder for fifteen minutes. What I really want to know is why my husband walks in the door right after I do things like that. Either that or why Cora must cry too, as if I spend my days torturing the children to tears.

At dinner the other night, we were holding a beautiful conversation. Pete was telling me about his day, and I was telling him about my efforts at social networking. Cora was picking at her dinner and "arfing" like a dog (she sounds very realistic). Suddenly a new noise overrode everything. I was about to ask Cora if she hurt herself when the sound repeated; actually hurting my ears.

This new ear piercing, obnoxiously loud noise was emiting from our four month old. All three of us stared at her in shock for a second. Then Pete looked at her, "awe, are we ignoring you?"

She stuck her fingers in her mouth and grinned, munching them into a slobbery mess and continuing her conversational imput with more goos and gaas. "Arf arf" said Cora.

"No barking at the table." I imputed sideways. "No shreiking either!" I waved a finger towards Nyobis grinning moist face. She said "blagaaaga."

My worries about Nyobi, the second child, not getting heard dissipated.

Darn it though, Cora and Pete now have an excuse for selective deafness. I certainly do.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Zoo.

Waking up to a beautiful and warm day in October, I turned to my husband, snuggled up and suggested that we go to the zoo. Instead of answering me, he sighed deeply with contentment and commented on the fact that the only people in bed right now were him and I. At that point and time, Cora's footsteps approached down the hallway, and a little voice started calling "Moom, mom!" as she approached.

Cora was moderately excited about going to the zoo. She didn't really understand what a zoo was though. When we first got there, her only interest was playing in the leaves and chasing ground squirrels. Then we hit the first exhibit.

A flurry of body energy passed into her as she clung to the viewing bars and pointed to the pool filled with Pelicans and Flamingos. "Look daddy!" she said with great excitement. "My favorite chickens." The eagle was also a member of the ubiquitous chicken family. The tapir, and warthogs were either doggies or pigs. Any reptile was a snake, except the turtle, which had its own name. Llamas are horsies. The chimps, and sloth were both monkeys, and the cats were kitties, no matter the size.

It really is hard to catagorize animals if you have never seen them before, and I'm proud of my daughter for getting so many close to their relatives. I am not proud of her for calling her sister a monkey this morning. I told her she couldn't have one of hr favorite chickens as a pet.