Monday, March 20, 2006

Herbicide!


Note to self: A two year-old is too young to be taught the subtlety of gardening, especially the part where you soak the seeds in cups of water to get them started. A two year-old seems to think the idea of taking those cups of water and pouring them into each other, onto the table, the floor, and all over herself is great fun. Sorry, Mommy, the seeds could not be saved.

Two year-olds are good at picking up sticks in the backyard and dragging them into the house to be burned in the fireplace. Sophie is still working on her sense of perspective, since the sticks usually come nowhere near fitting in the fireplace. She also not aware of minor things like property rights, since she has no problem going into the neighbors yard if they have better sticks. At least she’s not picking the neighbor’s flowers….yet.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Sing, Sing a Song

In this house we love to sing songs….well, make that I love to sing songs. Since I’m not a big fan of memorizing the words, I just make them up as I go. I figure that anyone who is listening probably hates my complete lack of tonality more than butchering the lyrics.

After all, that’s why they have websites like this.

Since the kids, my repertoire has been limited to songs from kid shows. Sophie is in her Dora the Explorer phase, so all I know are Dora songs. Not much to work with there. They have the Map Song:

I’m the map,
I’m the map, I’m the map, I’m the map.
I’m the map,
I’m the map, I’m the map, I’m the map!

But I can even butcher Dora’s simple lyrics. I’ve taken the Dora the Explorer theme song, and changed it into:


Come on, Maggie Rose – Everybody let’s go!
You know you can do it, just don’t make a big poo-it!

OK, so I’m no Bernie Taupin.

Thankfully, Sophie has picked it up now too, singing the theme song to Miffy:

Maggie, Cute little Baby,
Mommy, she’s a little crazy,
Daddy, he’s a little crazy,
Sophie, she’s a little crazy.

I’m not wild about the commentary on the family mental health, but I’ll take what I can get.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Baby on a Roll


We finally have a “normal” baby. When Sophie was little, we (like most parents) scoured the parenting books for clues about her development. At 6 months, she should be sleeping through the night, putting things in her mouth, and be attracted to bright objects. For Sophie, the answer was No, No, No. She had no interest in “age appropriate” toys, and got bored with whatever was in front of her. She kept most things out of her mouth (which was good, since we didn’t want to go and buy the Costco bottle of Purell), and had this need to see new things all the time. When you’re (more or less) housebound during the winter, there’s only so many new things you can show a child.

Don’t ask me why, but with Maggs we got a “normal” one. She (usually) sleeps better than Sophie did, she’s easily amused by bright and shiny objects (like her dad), and we know that we when put her somewhere we can usually get 10 minutes of quiet time.

Of course, that is all coming to an end.

Maggie has begun the first steps in rocking our world, crawling. Now it’s just a backwards scoot, but we can no longer leave her alone on the floor, confident that she’ll be in the same place when we return. So, we’ve had to go and get “Studio 54” set up (the corral which we used for Sophie), and get Maggie some space in the playroom. Of course, now that Studio 54 is back, Sophie has commandeered it, calling it “My House”. Sorry Maggie, that’s what happens when you’re #2. Maybe we can find a cardboard box for you.