The sheer plod and adventures of Jeremy, Naomi, Josiah, Lydia, Abby, and Clara
Monday, February 27, 2017
I Can Hardly Stand It
She's just TOO cute!
And her face isn't the half of it--the way she toddles and tiptoes; the looks she gives beneath her brow; the inquiring sound she makes as she points at sky and birds and trees; her delighted giggle when I catch her finger between my teeth; her two deep dimples; her emphatic shaking or nodding of her head in answer to questions; her plaintive "eh" and pointed gesture toward her diaper when she needs a change; her gleeful whisk down the slide and bump on her bum at the end; her helpfulness in unloading groceries and dishwasher; her pretend play of being a doggie by crawling and barking; her outstretched hand and kisses goodnight like a blessing on each family member . . . oh the joys of Clara!
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Aunt Reenie's Visit
February has been a month of visitors! My cousin Maureen kicked off the exciting succession of guests when she flew in on February 2nd for a long weekend.
Josiah, Lydia, and Abby eagerly anticipated her arrival and expected her to play "the little lamb game," read lots of books with them, tell them stories about her dogs (Daisy and Suzie), snuggle (Lydia), sword-fight (Josiah), draw pictures, etc. Aunt Reenie did all these things and more--she even invited us to stay with her when we're in Michigan this summer for my sister Hannah's wedding, and she told the kids they could participate in "stick day" at her house. This high honor has awed them all, and they ask me regularly when it will be time to go to Aunt Reenie's house. They even had her telling fictitious stories about them with Daisy and Suzie on stick day at her house as they daydreamed about future fun.
Reenie is wonder woman when it comes to home improvement projects. She inspired me with great ideas for adding onto our house (and filled Jeremy with dread and foreboding at the prospect). She helped Jeremy build a mud kitchen for the kids under the fort he constructed a couple years ago. This mud kitchen was ostensibly Clara's birthday present, but her older sisters dominate it right now.
With a long counter, sink, shelf, and hooks on the backsplash, the mud kitchen is fun and functional. The children have certainly put it to good use! Jeremy found a metal bar at IKEA (after these pictures were taken), which he attached on the slatted backsplash and put hooks on for thanging the kids' utensils. He found some inexpensive kitchenware at IKEA, too: spoons, ladles, and measuring cups to
equip the kitchen for the daily baking and cooking play.
We enjoyed a couple nice bike rides with Reenie, though each ride these days is fraught with some trepidation because all three children can ride two-wheelers but don't always pay enough attention to where they're going. I think each has hit a parked car at least once (thankfully they've all been beat-up cars and not Teslas . . . yet). They crash, forget to use their brakes, cut each other off, wail because a sibling passed them, stop to pick up various vegetation, swerve to scare a cat, etc. But they're improving. They do stop at stop signs and corners and usually listen to our instructions. One day we'll all be competent and calm enough to get somewhere without bodily harm, I hope.
Clara liked to claim Aunt Reenie's attention (and arms/lap) any chance she got. She begged to be pushed in her swing or have a book read to her. She obviously relished the chance to have Aunt Reenie all to herself one day when the big kids were taking their rest and she was up.
All in all, Reenie's visit was a great way to begin February, and we're already looking forward to her coming next year!
Lydia and Josiah with Aunt Reenie
Josiah, Lydia, and Abby eagerly anticipated her arrival and expected her to play "the little lamb game," read lots of books with them, tell them stories about her dogs (Daisy and Suzie), snuggle (Lydia), sword-fight (Josiah), draw pictures, etc. Aunt Reenie did all these things and more--she even invited us to stay with her when we're in Michigan this summer for my sister Hannah's wedding, and she told the kids they could participate in "stick day" at her house. This high honor has awed them all, and they ask me regularly when it will be time to go to Aunt Reenie's house. They even had her telling fictitious stories about them with Daisy and Suzie on stick day at her house as they daydreamed about future fun.
The crew with Aunt Reenie (plus sticks)
Reenie is wonder woman when it comes to home improvement projects. She inspired me with great ideas for adding onto our house (and filled Jeremy with dread and foreboding at the prospect). She helped Jeremy build a mud kitchen for the kids under the fort he constructed a couple years ago. This mud kitchen was ostensibly Clara's birthday present, but her older sisters dominate it right now.
With a long counter, sink, shelf, and hooks on the backsplash, the mud kitchen is fun and functional. The children have certainly put it to good use! Jeremy found a metal bar at IKEA (after these pictures were taken), which he attached on the slatted backsplash and put hooks on for thanging the kids' utensils. He found some inexpensive kitchenware at IKEA, too: spoons, ladles, and measuring cups to
equip the kitchen for the daily baking and cooking play.
Abby in the mud kitchen. She makes the most use of it!
We enjoyed a couple nice bike rides with Reenie, though each ride these days is fraught with some trepidation because all three children can ride two-wheelers but don't always pay enough attention to where they're going. I think each has hit a parked car at least once (thankfully they've all been beat-up cars and not Teslas . . . yet). They crash, forget to use their brakes, cut each other off, wail because a sibling passed them, stop to pick up various vegetation, swerve to scare a cat, etc. But they're improving. They do stop at stop signs and corners and usually listen to our instructions. One day we'll all be competent and calm enough to get somewhere without bodily harm, I hope.
Clara liked to claim Aunt Reenie's attention (and arms/lap) any chance she got. She begged to be pushed in her swing or have a book read to her. She obviously relished the chance to have Aunt Reenie all to herself one day when the big kids were taking their rest and she was up.
All in all, Reenie's visit was a great way to begin February, and we're already looking forward to her coming next year!
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Clara Is the Cutiest
It's hard to believe our baby is 15 months old--or that she can get any cuter--but here she is, getting older and cuter by the day! Abby often likes to say, "Clara is the cutiest!" and I agree: we all love the littlest sister around here.
She trails her siblings all over the house and back yard and loves imitating them. One day I peeked around the corner to see all four of them in a knot, brandishing sticks and PVC pipes--and Clara wielded hers like the best of them.
A few weeks ago Clara figured out how to climb the ladder up the big fort. Boy, was she ever proud and pleased! Since then she's perfected her climbing skills and is sure-footed and fast in climbing the ladder. Usually she turns herself around up top and slides down the big slide feet-first, flying off the end with a big grin as she sits down hard in the sand.
In the last month Clara's attention span has expanded enough that she'll sit still for a full book reading, and sometimes even a few readings (usually the same book repeated). When I sit in one of our small arm chairs, she takes it as a cue to pick a book and clamber up on my lap, begging to be read to with her "Uh? uh? uh?" Her first favorites were I Am a Bunny and Baby Animals. Now that those two books have sort of hit the dust (after three other kids, they were pretty beat up to start with!), she currently prefers Goodnight Moon, The Mitten, and The Very Hungry Caterpillar, as well as a dinky picture-and-number book that's devoid of story but has a page of doggies that is quite attractive to Clara.
Clara's newest word is "book," though she leaves off the "k" when she says it. She's not very verbal, though she is quite communicative! Her repertoire of words is short: "mama," "dada," "hi" (sounds more like "ah") and "book." She makes animals noises--mainly growling (for lions, tigers, bears, dogs, etc.), but some sniffing (for bunnies), high-pitched little noises for kitties, and a nasal attempt at hissing for snakes. She pretends sometimes to be a puppy or kitty, crawling on all fours and making little barks or meows.
She has attempted to say other words and sounds, I think, but so far they're not consistent. She does some sign language: more, please, all done, eat, nurse. Sometimes the more sign is an all-purpose effort to beg/demand whatever she wants.
While she can't say much, Clara can certainly make plenty of noise! She screeches at her siblings when they bug her and yells in protest when something doesn't go her way. Her tantrums involve her whole body: crying, hollering, thrashing, whipping her head around, writhing on the floor. It's hard sometimes not to laugh at the burgeoning self-will. Clara has also started biting as a means of retaliation or coercion when the big kids block her way, take her seat, snatch her stuff, etc.
Although she's not the mellow baby she was, Clara is often sweet and tenderhearted. She seeks out anyone who is crying to lay her head against him or her in a "hug" and gives lots of loud kisses. When she hears wails from her siblings, she makes concerned and questioning noises. She loves to hug baby dolls and stuffed animals tight and give them kisses, and she often comes up to hug my legs or cuddles on my shoulder when I pick her up. I love it! She spontaneously kisses and "hugs" characters in books, too, especially when they're going to bed in the story.
Clara's teeth are coming in hard and fast. She has one bottom molar through and the other bulging in the gum and nearly through, and she's also gotten canines and her last incisor (after the canine next to it) recently. All the teething sometimes results in hard, tearful, clingy days; but these are not the norm for Clara, who is still quite a pleasant child normally.
We're transitioning Clara from two naps to one, which has been a bit difficult. I persisted in putting her down for two for awhile, but she'd often stay awake for the first or sleep for a short while and then resist the second. Probably a longer midday nap would be best, but it's so hard to get her down around noon with everything else we have going on--outings, schoolwork, meals, etc. So lately she's been going down between 1 and 2 p.m. and waking sometime between 3 and 5 p.m. She does become a bit emotionally fragile mid-morning, wanting to be held and nursed. So maybe I should still try to push the morning nap. I don't know! The other kids took two naps till about 18 months, albeit with some struggles. So Clara is the youngest to give up the morning nap.
Clara seems to be developing a substantial appetite, and I hope she's overcoming her pickiness. She no longer rejects scrambled eggs, so that's improvement! She wouldn't taste asparagus tonight, though, and still refuses avocado. She likes frozen mango pieces and flaked coconut, but not in her yogurt--no, sir! She prefers her yogurt plain, or perhaps with chia seeds, but definitely not with chunks of fruit. She picks the fruit out of Dutch baby pancake, too, oddly enough. But she does like most fruit (though not pear).
She'll eat green beans, sweet potato, broccoli, and Brussels sprouts but draws the line at bell peppers, peas, and corn. She still loves cheese, peanuts, peanut butter, and cashews. Her recent attempts at using a spoon have been messy but satisfactory--at least for her. She knows she's one of the "big kids" with that spoon in hand! Her hummus ended up all over her tray, face, bib, and hair yesterday, though.
That shock of straight hair in front is getting long and refusing to curl, despite her cute little curls in back. I think she might end up with hair more like Josiah's than the twins'. She pulls out hair bands and barrettes, so I'm not sure what I'll do with the long bits over her forehead . . . I'm hesitant to cut bangs.
Clara's delight in being included in her siblings' games is so fun to see. Abby encourages Clara to follow her around the house, crawling along the floor in some sort of pretend-animal/chase game involving much squealing and laughter. Josiah tickles her and elicits laughs or initiates a tag/chase/hide-and-seek game in which Clara is always [happily] "it." Lydia seems to have a bit more of an antagonistic relationship with Clara lately, but she does eagerly share her hoard of baby dolls and stuffed animals with Clara and sometimes plays nicely side-by-side with her as they build Duplo. Unfortunately Lydia has a propensity for disobeying Mama and taking matters in her own hands with Clara: she picks her up to haul her away from their games and possessions, sometimes sits on her or pushes her or drags at her leg, etc. (Abby does these things too, but to a lesser extent these days.)
I just love this toddler stage and am enjoying Clara so much. She certainly prefers Mama, but she's a happy girl who warms up pretty quickly to others. She's eager to welcome Daddy home each evening with hugs and kisses and raised arms, ready to be picked up and held. She plays happily in nursery at church, although the last couple weeks she's cried when I dropped her off. She's possessive of Mama and Daddy, protesting and pushing at anyone else on our laps or in our arms! If I try to sit on the couch and read to the older kids when she's awake, she asserts her rights to my lap and usually is "desperate" to nurse. She seeks kisses for bumps and owies and "sings" in a lilting, sing-song voice when we sing--or if she wants me to sing to her. She dances with a funny, rhythmic squatting to any music she hears. If I ask her if she wants a snack, she makes a bee-line for my chair and climbs right up to sit at the table (and hates when anyone else sits there!). She loves to be in the midst of the activity and grabs any chance to get into the big kids' stuff--markers, Lego, puzzles, etc. Though she spoons dirt and sand right into her mouth, she remarkably hasn't swallowed Lego or other small toys.
I love to see her interest in everything around her as she figures out her world here at home!
She trails her siblings all over the house and back yard and loves imitating them. One day I peeked around the corner to see all four of them in a knot, brandishing sticks and PVC pipes--and Clara wielded hers like the best of them.
A few weeks ago Clara figured out how to climb the ladder up the big fort. Boy, was she ever proud and pleased! Since then she's perfected her climbing skills and is sure-footed and fast in climbing the ladder. Usually she turns herself around up top and slides down the big slide feet-first, flying off the end with a big grin as she sits down hard in the sand.
In the last month Clara's attention span has expanded enough that she'll sit still for a full book reading, and sometimes even a few readings (usually the same book repeated). When I sit in one of our small arm chairs, she takes it as a cue to pick a book and clamber up on my lap, begging to be read to with her "Uh? uh? uh?" Her first favorites were I Am a Bunny and Baby Animals. Now that those two books have sort of hit the dust (after three other kids, they were pretty beat up to start with!), she currently prefers Goodnight Moon, The Mitten, and The Very Hungry Caterpillar, as well as a dinky picture-and-number book that's devoid of story but has a page of doggies that is quite attractive to Clara.
Clara's newest word is "book," though she leaves off the "k" when she says it. She's not very verbal, though she is quite communicative! Her repertoire of words is short: "mama," "dada," "hi" (sounds more like "ah") and "book." She makes animals noises--mainly growling (for lions, tigers, bears, dogs, etc.), but some sniffing (for bunnies), high-pitched little noises for kitties, and a nasal attempt at hissing for snakes. She pretends sometimes to be a puppy or kitty, crawling on all fours and making little barks or meows.
She really likes the little mower and the red coupe car--though she can only propel the latter backwards
She has attempted to say other words and sounds, I think, but so far they're not consistent. She does some sign language: more, please, all done, eat, nurse. Sometimes the more sign is an all-purpose effort to beg/demand whatever she wants.
While she can't say much, Clara can certainly make plenty of noise! She screeches at her siblings when they bug her and yells in protest when something doesn't go her way. Her tantrums involve her whole body: crying, hollering, thrashing, whipping her head around, writhing on the floor. It's hard sometimes not to laugh at the burgeoning self-will. Clara has also started biting as a means of retaliation or coercion when the big kids block her way, take her seat, snatch her stuff, etc.
Protesting ill treatment
Although she's not the mellow baby she was, Clara is often sweet and tenderhearted. She seeks out anyone who is crying to lay her head against him or her in a "hug" and gives lots of loud kisses. When she hears wails from her siblings, she makes concerned and questioning noises. She loves to hug baby dolls and stuffed animals tight and give them kisses, and she often comes up to hug my legs or cuddles on my shoulder when I pick her up. I love it! She spontaneously kisses and "hugs" characters in books, too, especially when they're going to bed in the story.
Clara's teeth are coming in hard and fast. She has one bottom molar through and the other bulging in the gum and nearly through, and she's also gotten canines and her last incisor (after the canine next to it) recently. All the teething sometimes results in hard, tearful, clingy days; but these are not the norm for Clara, who is still quite a pleasant child normally.
I love her dimples!
We're transitioning Clara from two naps to one, which has been a bit difficult. I persisted in putting her down for two for awhile, but she'd often stay awake for the first or sleep for a short while and then resist the second. Probably a longer midday nap would be best, but it's so hard to get her down around noon with everything else we have going on--outings, schoolwork, meals, etc. So lately she's been going down between 1 and 2 p.m. and waking sometime between 3 and 5 p.m. She does become a bit emotionally fragile mid-morning, wanting to be held and nursed. So maybe I should still try to push the morning nap. I don't know! The other kids took two naps till about 18 months, albeit with some struggles. So Clara is the youngest to give up the morning nap.
Clara seems to be developing a substantial appetite, and I hope she's overcoming her pickiness. She no longer rejects scrambled eggs, so that's improvement! She wouldn't taste asparagus tonight, though, and still refuses avocado. She likes frozen mango pieces and flaked coconut, but not in her yogurt--no, sir! She prefers her yogurt plain, or perhaps with chia seeds, but definitely not with chunks of fruit. She picks the fruit out of Dutch baby pancake, too, oddly enough. But she does like most fruit (though not pear).
She'll eat green beans, sweet potato, broccoli, and Brussels sprouts but draws the line at bell peppers, peas, and corn. She still loves cheese, peanuts, peanut butter, and cashews. Her recent attempts at using a spoon have been messy but satisfactory--at least for her. She knows she's one of the "big kids" with that spoon in hand! Her hummus ended up all over her tray, face, bib, and hair yesterday, though.
That shock of straight hair in front is getting long and refusing to curl, despite her cute little curls in back. I think she might end up with hair more like Josiah's than the twins'. She pulls out hair bands and barrettes, so I'm not sure what I'll do with the long bits over her forehead . . . I'm hesitant to cut bangs.
I just love this toddler stage and am enjoying Clara so much. She certainly prefers Mama, but she's a happy girl who warms up pretty quickly to others. She's eager to welcome Daddy home each evening with hugs and kisses and raised arms, ready to be picked up and held. She plays happily in nursery at church, although the last couple weeks she's cried when I dropped her off. She's possessive of Mama and Daddy, protesting and pushing at anyone else on our laps or in our arms! If I try to sit on the couch and read to the older kids when she's awake, she asserts her rights to my lap and usually is "desperate" to nurse. She seeks kisses for bumps and owies and "sings" in a lilting, sing-song voice when we sing--or if she wants me to sing to her. She dances with a funny, rhythmic squatting to any music she hears. If I ask her if she wants a snack, she makes a bee-line for my chair and climbs right up to sit at the table (and hates when anyone else sits there!). She loves to be in the midst of the activity and grabs any chance to get into the big kids' stuff--markers, Lego, puzzles, etc. Though she spoons dirt and sand right into her mouth, she remarkably hasn't swallowed Lego or other small toys.
I love to see her interest in everything around her as she figures out her world here at home!
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Friday, February 10, 2017
Some Old Funnies
As usual, I've been keeping a running list of funny things the kids say for a while . . . too long, I think, since I believe some of these come from about a year ago! So I figured I better just throw together a funnies post so we don't forget what three-year-old Abby and Lydia were saying last spring and summer . . .
It Wouldn't Be a Funnies Post without Potty Talk
Lydia, knowing less-than-desirable events [nap] awaited her after a potty trip: "I'm poopin' in the mornin' and da night. I will poop all day and all night."
Me: "You won't sleep at night? You just want to sit on the potty all night?"
Lydia: "Uh-huh. I will poop all night."
Lydia: "Where my poop come from, Mama?"
Abby: "Look! I did a Mama poop and five baby poops!"
Another day, Abby used the toilet and said, "I did a long long poop. It's taller than you, Mama!"
Me: "Abby, you need to go potty!"
Abby, defiantly: "I don't have a bum!"
Lydia: "If I peed in the swim teacher's pool, there'd be even more water!"
I entered the bathroom to wipe Lydia and saw poop smeared on the back of the toilet seat.
Me: "Why is there poop smeared here? What were you doing?"
Lydia: mumbles unintelligibly
Me: "Do you have poop on your hands?"
Lydia hesitates, then nods.
Me: "Why did you get poop on your hands?"
Lydia: "Because I wanted to see what it was like."
Of Pirates and Other Animals
Josiah: "Do pirates like giraffes, Mom?"
Lydia woke up in the middle of the night and her cries echoed plaintively down the hall: "Mama! Mama!" I picked her up and asked what was wrong. She must have had a bad dream, as she asked, "No pirates live here? No pirates in our house?" I assured her there were no pirates here. "Not pirates live in good lands? Only in bad lands?" she asked. Without getting into the sticky issue of "good" vs. "bad" lands, I assured her she was safe from pirates. "Doggies live in good lands," she asserted, comforting herself. Then she asked, "Do pirates bite doggies?"
Lydia, with pirate hat and sunglasses on: "Flara [Clara] likes lookin' at me 'cause I look cool!"
First the Worst, Second the Best . . .
The kids were figuring out order, comparatives, and superlatives towards the beginning of last year (2016). I often heard one shout, "I'm first!" and then the other two vied for "second" and "third" (which to them was synonymous with "last," since there are three of them--on occasion when, for instance, a fourth person was "last," they got confused). Size comparisons were funny to hear. Josiah always tried to claim the biggest, but they all started calling it the "daddy-est." Then one of the girls said, "Mine is the mama-est!" The other girl shouted, "I have the baby-est!" (Or they fought about whose was actually the "daddy-est" or "mama-est"--or agreed that two or even all three were one of those. "Baby-est" was usually the least desired, as you can imagine.)
(These days they've morphed the "first the worst" competition. Now Josiah wants to be "third the dwarf with the pointed sword"--but sometimes it's an ax or spear with added modifiers, annihilating any semblance of rhyme.)
Josiah, playing with the girls outside: "I'm the chiefest police!"
Jeremy brought home a mini Baby Ruth bar for the kids last spring. I cut it into three small, bite-sized pieces and gave them each a piece after lunch one day. As they relished the treat, Josiah asked, "What candy is this?" I told him it was called a Baby Ruth candy bar. He mused on this and then asked, "What's a Big Ruth candy bar?"
The kids were riding bikes and scooters on a recent walk around the neighborhood. I cheered them on as they raced up: "Yay, Lydia! You're the first! You won!"
Josiah, coming up next: "But in my case, the second one wins."
We had guests over a few weeks after the girls turned three. When the kids came out to greet them, Lydia simply held up three fingers and didn't say anything. I translated: "She wants you to know she's three."
Guest: "Oh, you're three now? When did that happen?!"
Lydia: "After two."
Eating watermelon one night after dinner, the kids kept asking for one more piece. I cut them off at five slices each.
Lydia: "But I want more watermelon! I only had two pieces!"
Me: "Look at your tray. How many rinds do you have?"
Lydia, pointing to each: "One, two, . . . two, two, two!"
The Three Crazies back in May
It Wouldn't Be a Funnies Post without Potty Talk
Lydia, knowing less-than-desirable events [nap] awaited her after a potty trip: "I'm poopin' in the mornin' and da night. I will poop all day and all night."
Me: "You won't sleep at night? You just want to sit on the potty all night?"
Lydia: "Uh-huh. I will poop all night."
Lydia in May
Lydia: "Where my poop come from, Mama?"
Abby in May
Abby: "Look! I did a Mama poop and five baby poops!"
Another day, Abby used the toilet and said, "I did a long long poop. It's taller than you, Mama!"
Me: "Abby, you need to go potty!"
Abby, defiantly: "I don't have a bum!"
Oh the looks Lydia can give
Lydia: "If I peed in the swim teacher's pool, there'd be even more water!"
I entered the bathroom to wipe Lydia and saw poop smeared on the back of the toilet seat.
Me: "Why is there poop smeared here? What were you doing?"
Lydia: mumbles unintelligibly
Me: "Do you have poop on your hands?"
Lydia hesitates, then nods.
Me: "Why did you get poop on your hands?"
Lydia: "Because I wanted to see what it was like."
Of Pirates and Other Animals
Josiah: "Do pirates like giraffes, Mom?"
Josiah a couple weeks ago
Lydia woke up in the middle of the night and her cries echoed plaintively down the hall: "Mama! Mama!" I picked her up and asked what was wrong. She must have had a bad dream, as she asked, "No pirates live here? No pirates in our house?" I assured her there were no pirates here. "Not pirates live in good lands? Only in bad lands?" she asked. Without getting into the sticky issue of "good" vs. "bad" lands, I assured her she was safe from pirates. "Doggies live in good lands," she asserted, comforting herself. Then she asked, "Do pirates bite doggies?"
So cool
Lydia, with pirate hat and sunglasses on: "Flara [Clara] likes lookin' at me 'cause I look cool!"
First the Worst, Second the Best . . .
The kids were figuring out order, comparatives, and superlatives towards the beginning of last year (2016). I often heard one shout, "I'm first!" and then the other two vied for "second" and "third" (which to them was synonymous with "last," since there are three of them--on occasion when, for instance, a fourth person was "last," they got confused). Size comparisons were funny to hear. Josiah always tried to claim the biggest, but they all started calling it the "daddy-est." Then one of the girls said, "Mine is the mama-est!" The other girl shouted, "I have the baby-est!" (Or they fought about whose was actually the "daddy-est" or "mama-est"--or agreed that two or even all three were one of those. "Baby-est" was usually the least desired, as you can imagine.)
(These days they've morphed the "first the worst" competition. Now Josiah wants to be "third the dwarf with the pointed sword"--but sometimes it's an ax or spear with added modifiers, annihilating any semblance of rhyme.)
Lydia, Abby, and Josiah about 4 weeks ago
Jeremy brought home a mini Baby Ruth bar for the kids last spring. I cut it into three small, bite-sized pieces and gave them each a piece after lunch one day. As they relished the treat, Josiah asked, "What candy is this?" I told him it was called a Baby Ruth candy bar. He mused on this and then asked, "What's a Big Ruth candy bar?"
The kids were riding bikes and scooters on a recent walk around the neighborhood. I cheered them on as they raced up: "Yay, Lydia! You're the first! You won!"
Josiah, coming up next: "But in my case, the second one wins."
Lydia (January '17)
We had guests over a few weeks after the girls turned three. When the kids came out to greet them, Lydia simply held up three fingers and didn't say anything. I translated: "She wants you to know she's three."
Guest: "Oh, you're three now? When did that happen?!"
Lydia: "After two."
Abby (January '17)
Eating watermelon one night after dinner, the kids kept asking for one more piece. I cut them off at five slices each.
Lydia: "But I want more watermelon! I only had two pieces!"
Me: "Look at your tray. How many rinds do you have?"
Lydia, pointing to each: "One, two, . . . two, two, two!"