watch TB

She learned how to climb up on the table in front of the TV. I may have inadvertently modeled this behavior. She loves Caillou. She calls it "Mama and Dada." She wants the cat, Gilbert. Luckily her sister likes it too, so it keeps them both occupied while I do things like make dinner, or read boring legal documents like rental agreements.

visual aids

Is this what Family Home Evening looks like at your house? Oh...

what was that?

Babs talks entirely too much for a 1 3/4 year old. Full sentences, asking for whatever she wants by name.

She walks around the house calling for all of us by our names, as opposed to titles like "mama," "gammy-gamma," or "gan-pa." (Although she knows the titles as well.)

At night as I try to put her to bed, she requests songs by names, especially the two ditties her daddy composed for her when she was tiny (that last 5 seconds a piece, meaning I sing them a lot). She also unrequests songs by name, should I choose one she doesn't want to hear. And makes lots of requests to "eat ca-ka" (eat cracker) or "ca-ca mik!" (chocolate milk).

She loves her vitamin C, and every time she is taken out of her crib she insists that we take "ma banket" (my blanket) then demands we "watch TB. mama daddy." (her name for Caillou, their current favorite (blegh.)).

And she doesn't choose to go to nursery during church. I determined that I didn't like nursery enough to go with her, and instead just took her with me to my church classes. Her daddy likes nursery. He can teach her to go when we're all back together again. Hopefully soon.

Any one want a small (talkative) child? (She's really cute.)

addendum: sorry, my dad has spoken for her, apparently she is unavailable.

who has no pants?

The other night I was having trouble convincing Kiddo to put on her jammies. So, as I often do when I'm losing patience with her, I walked away, telling her she needed to put them on herself, then we would read stories.

A little bit later, she had gone to the bathroom, and was brushing her teeth. I went into her room, and noticed that the pants she had been wearing that day were inside out, with the underwear. Hmm... So I investigated. As I feared, my girl was going commando.

"Kiddo, you have no underwear on." I informed her, holding out a new pair.

"What?" she asked, and then had to check...


I feel like I have more insight on why getting her to put on her underwear is such a struggle. They don't actually have meaning in her life, at all.


(She her new TinkerBell jammies? They have buttons. Consequently, she is now an expert buttoner, where as before, I don't suppose she'd ever tried it.)

field trip to the dentist

This is a picture of Kiddo with her preschool class at the dentist's office. Here they're posing with the tooth fairy ("when will my teeth fall out mama?") Last week they learned about teeth, this week they visited the dentist, I've never seen Kiddo so interested.

They learned how check-ups are given, and got a special bag of floss, toothpaste (like Mama's), and a toothbrush. I think Kiddo has brushed her teeth four times in the last 24 hours. She has carried the bag around with her everywhere during that time. She even slept with it last night (until I decided I was uncomfortable with her sleeping next to a plastic bag, then I moved it so it was near her, not with her).

I'm hopeful that her visit to a real dentist in the next few months will be just as successful.

This preschool class may very well be the reason we moved in with my parents. It's been a wonderful opportunity for Kiddo to learn a little about letters, and a lot about kids. It is the double highlight of her week.

And see that somewhat sullen girl just to her left? That's her best friend, who has been in mourning for the last month that we're moving. Those two girls are not very surface similar (girly girl meet tomboy) but think the same things are funny, and isn't that the most important thing to share really? We'll miss her too.

up to no good

Look at those eyes. She knows exactly what she's doing.

What she is doing is reaching into the cupboard with the candles. It's child locked. But she opens it the three possible inches, then reaches her little arm in there, and scratches at the candles, finger emerging with wax on it.

She knows she's not supposed to do this. She doesn't care.

Other things she does willfully: pull Kiddo's hair, smack her on the head, eat outside the kitchen, and leave the pew during church. Oh, and dump her water on the floor. I'm sure there's more, but I'm currently blocking them out.

playground fun