We bought Preston a suction-cup basketball hoop with two appropriately sized basketballs for the tub. Neal was giving him a bath, and when he was all clean, Neal asked if he was ready to get out of the tub. Preston’s reply was, “No, I think I’m going to stay here and play with my balls.”
On Saturday night we watched a friend’s 4 year old daughter. Moose and Zee’s Beside the Seaside segment was playing on Noggin, inspiring a story from our guest.
“See the crab?” she asked. “Did you know you can eat crabs? You cook them and open them up, and there’s chicken inside!”
While I sat eating breakfast this morning, Ava walked up to me and cheerfully asked, “What eating, Daddy?”.
I looked at her sleepily and replied, “Toast”.
She glanced at her feet then back to me, eyes widening in fear. In a barely whispered voice, she breathed, “Toes?”
This morning, Preston said what I believe to be his first full sentence. When they woke up…before 6:30 a.m…ugh…Preston handed Cat to me to carry downstairs for him. When I took it, he said something I didn’t quite understand. So I asked him, “Did you say thank you or take it?” He leveled me a when-will-you-start-listening-to-me look and said, “No Daddy. I say tank you, tank you ver much.”
Today is a milestone for the twins, and also for us. I’ve modified their cribs into daybeds and put them down for a nap. Sigh. Do they have to grow up so fast? I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
Noggin. My kids love it! And I openly admit they learn gads of great things from their favorite shows. But as for myself, I can only deal with it in small doses without looking around for a flat surface to bang my head on.
Luckily, I’ve learned to cope. My favorite Noggin activity is to make up dirty lyrics to the songs, and singing them in my head, quietly chuckling to myself. I feel so lucky I can be a responsible parent yet get in touch with my junior-high self.
We decided it was time to start thinking about potty training.
Believe me, I’d be ecstatic to never have to buy another box of diapers. And by the way, has anyone else noticed how the prices of diapers went up? A lot? Then, while prices remained the same, they significantly decreased the number of diapers per box? Sneaky bastards. But I digress…
Here’s the thing. I really want the kids to be potty trained. But I want to BE there. I don’t look forward to the idea of getting there.
So we brought home their potty chairs in advance of the inevitable. We thought that if the kids got used to the idea of the chairs being in the house, it might be less of an issue when we start using them for their intended purpose.
Considering they both think the potty bowls make fantastic hats, I think we’ve still got a way to go.