Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Gum and Coffee

There is a serious problem with your life when the following happens:

My 2 year old daughter saw that I was dragging and irritable. When I grabbed my hair after catching her yet again trying to get the gum off the top of the TV, I groaned, "I'm soo tired of this."

She went into the kitchen, and got her chair. She dragged it over to the counter, got the coffee down, the coffee pot out of the coffee maker, and a napkin.

She then proceeded to use the napkin as a coffee filter, put it in the right place and fill it with grounds. This is the point where I enter the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I demand.

"You tired." she says. "I make you coffee."


She might be a pain in the butt kid some days, but she is MY pain in the butt kid, and I think she might just love me.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Sharp these please!

Cora is a color aficionado, but she does not like crayons. Her favorite tool for putting shade on paper is paint. Her favorite tool for putting shade on skin are markers. She occasionally gets to paint. I must be crazy, but I let her sit on the floor and slather paper and little wood boxes with acrylics.

I also discovered that a fine toothed comb can remove acrylic from hair, and that cello pads get it off of linolium with out scratching the floor surface.

Currently the compromise color tools are pencils. She has a variety of colored pencils, which she uses to super saturate the pages of her coloring books, her craft papers and if I do not supervise well, her walls. She likes them to be sharp. She likes them to be really sharp, and it makes her smile a goofy little smile that I can totally relate to.

Unfortunately Cora cannot seem to say "sharpen." Every time she tries it comes out "sharp-". A swallowed e at the end signifying her efforts to make it the correct word. These colored pencils have a new name too, they are her "sharps."

"Mooom, sharp these sharps please!" she asks.

"sharpen, shar---- PEN" I enunciate for her.

"Yeah Mom, Please" she says, totally avoiding the language lesson.

"okay, give me the sharps." I say with a sigh.

Its nice to know that I'm teaching her language. Or vice versa...

Monday, November 24, 2008

I'm Big Too!

With your first child, their only other examples are parents. They accept the difference of treatment quite readily. Parents are parents after all, and children are children. With the second child there is another example of treatment, the older child. At five months, Nyobi is beginning to notice this disparity of treatment. Her expressive eyes seem to flash the reproachful statement "I'm Big Too!"

When Cora brings my a bottle of pop and asks for a sip, I open it up. I take a sip then pass it to her. Nyobi watches us disappointingly. "I'm big too!" those eyes say. "I want some!" She gives a little whine of protest as I set the bottle down and re-cap it.

As Cora plays with her cars on the floor, Nyobi watches and begins to crab. "I'm big too!" she says. "Why can't I have a car to play with?" Then when her frustration grows at not being able to play with it properly the real tears begin.

That is why second children do so much stuff way before the first one did. They seem to notice that small people are allowed to do these fun things, and they don't seem to understand the size difference functionality. So as I slip another spoon full of chocolate ice cream into Nyobis mouth, kiss her little spoiled nose, I remember that second children are special.

Did I mention I'm a second child? Thats why I get chocolate ice cream.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Vocabulary Growth

Once upon a time I did not notice what words came out of my mouth. Now I sometimes stop mid sentence or change course as to avoid certain catchy phrases and idioms. Sometimes there are mess ups that just stick, regardless of whether they make sense or not. Last week, I told Cora we were going to go out.

She looked up from her coloring book. "Where?" she asked.

"To find a pirate ship. Don't you want to go sailing on a pirate ship, Yarge!" I said.

I didn't think much of it. She didn't think much of it at the time either, because she went back to coloring. The instance passed from my brain.

Then today, after an episode of treasure hunting TV, I again took her "adventuring" with me.

"Good!" She said. "Lets find a pirate ship. Lets do that!"

When we returned from our adventures her dad asked her what she did. "Looked for a pirate ship." she said.

"Did you find one?"

"No." She sat down to take her boots off. "The pirate ship was closed too!"