Is My Kid Smart?

Or am I just easily impressed?

We are having ‘alone time’ right now (a.k.a. nap time, but Alethea seems to resent the implication that she might need a nap, so I tell her, “That’s fine, you don’t have to take a nap, but Mommy needs to be alone right now,” hence the ‘alone time’.)

Anyway, the tornado sirens just went off because it is the first Wednesday of the month.

This is what I overheard from Alethea’s room:

“Sirens!”

pause

then in a perplexed little voice:

“But it’s sunny outside!”

I was surprised at the reasoning skills she must have been using, but I’m her mother, so like I said, I realize that I may just be easily impressed.

Happy 4th of July!

We had a really nice weekend that included going to the beach/sprinkler park on Saturday.

Alethea really enjoyed the sprinkler portion of the morning:

However, after taking two steps onto the sand of the beachfront, Alethea began to cry.  She didn’t like the feel of the sand squishing between her toes.  And getting into the water didn’t improve matters any:

The only way she liked the beach was sitting in her beach chair with her toes safely curled back from the sand:

After a short period of trying to coax her into the water or get her to build a sand castle, we decided to head back up to the sprinklers and try the beach again another day.  Next time we’ll come prepared with a pair of water shoes.

Sunday was a pretty chill day, just church, naps and hanging out.

Today was a visit to the local park in the morning.  After we got home I made Banana Puddin’ (I’ll share the recipe sometime, it’s awesome!) and then after the girls got up from their naps, we formed a mini parade and headed down the street to my brother’s house for dinner:

All the neighbors shooting off fireworks was keeping Alethea up after we got home, so we let her get out of bed and finish off the evening by watching some of the Boston fireworks on TV.  She was mesmerized!

Now it’s off to bed, because Tuesday morning is right around the corner.  Long weekends are fabulous, but sometimes reentry into real life can be a little rough, so I’d better go get my Zs.

Of Poop and Pop Art

I just changed my third poopy diaper of the day.  Peter and I often talk about how nice it will be when our lives don’t revolve around our children’s bowel movements.  Then we we can quit having conversations like this:

“When was the last time Lydia pooped?  I think it might have been two weeks ago.”

“No, I’m pretty sure I changed one earlier this week.”

And…

“Don’t give Alethea any oranges for dinner.  She’s already had one today and her diapers lately have been really gross.”

Truly, there are many joys in parenthood.  This isn’t one of them…

I do however enjoy thinking about what my children might be passionate about when they get older.  As of today, I’m convinced Alethea will be an artist.  Check out the installation she put together overnight:

We call it So Many Hangers, Nothing to Wear

Yup, she’s definitely the next Andy Warhol.

Corn on the Cob

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Alethea may look like Peter, but she is my daughter through and through.

Peter doesn’t like corn on the cob.  He says he never has.  I however have many fond memories of eating Minnesota grown sweet corn all summer long.  Yum!

Alethea is on my side of the debate:

Tonight after quickly polishing off one half-ear, she asked for another.

“Why don’t you eat some of your sandwich?” asked Peter.

“No. More corn on the cob,” was Alethea’s firm reply.

As I buttered another half-ear for her, Alethea called across the table, “Need salt!”

Because of course, the more butter and salt, the better the corn on the cob eating experience.  As a child I’m sure I would have licked my plate free of melted butter ‘n’ salt goodness if only my parents would have let me. I did have a sneaky trick though where I would pretend I was rolling the corn in the butter on my plate, but secretly I was also dragging several fingers through it too.  Then when I would life the ear of corn to my mouth, I’d quickly lick my fingers.  Mmmmm…

Don’t tell Alethea about that though.  I have a feeling this girl will continue to enjoy corn on the cob with or without the extra salt:

An Alethea Update

Today is Alethea’s 26 month birthday.  Happy birthday, my Dear Girl!

Now that she’s turned two, I’m not necessarily planning on doing an update for Alethea every month, but being as she’s been doing so much growing up these past few weeks, I thought I’d better write one before I forget all the cute things she’s said and done lately.

And kids do say the darndest things, right?  Well, mine does, that’s for sure.  Today we ran out of tomatoes and Alethea was quite upset and kept asking for more at lunchtime.  I told her I would buy some at the grocery store tomorrow and then asked if there was anything else she thought I should get.  After a moment’s thought, she said, “Apples.”

“Okay, I replied, “We can definitely get apples.  Anything else we need?”

She nodded and then matter-of-factly said, “Toys.”

I’m not even sure why she wants more toys since she hardly plays with the ones she’s got.  Her favorite pastimes recently include playing with sticks and rocks outside, washing the dishes with Mommy, coloring with her markers and climbing up on anything that might lead her to stuff she’s not supposed to have.  (As a side bonus, her new desire to get into things that should be out of reach has created a greater incentive for me to keep my kitchen counters tidy.)

Another thing that Alethea doesn’t seem to get tired of doing is playing with her baby sister, and let me tell you, Lydia just eats up the attention.  No one can make Lydia laugh as much as Alethea can and it is delightful to hear them cackling away together over something silly that Alethea is doing to entertain her sister.  And while it can be hard at times for me to figure out just what is so funny, there is no doubt that their sweet laughter is infectious and I can’t help but join in.  And even when all Alethea can get for her goofiness is a blank stare from Lydia, Alethea will still turn to me and say, “Ee-ya thinks I’m funny!” at which point I nod, smile and say, “I’m sure she does, honey.”

Of course Alethea’s biggest transition of the past month or so has been the move into her toddler bed.  She seems to be handling it reasonably well.  She’s been up late a few of the nights and did skip her nap on Sunday, but overall, I’ve been impressed with the fact that she hasn’t cried during the night and her room is relatively tidy come morning.  No books or toys have (yet) been destroyed and I can find no evidence of attempts to climb or move furniture.  So over all, I’d say it’s going about as well as we could have hoped all things considered.

We are certainly enjoying this time in Alethea’s development.  She keep us on our toes and does have a stubborn streak (wonder where she gets that from, huh?), but over all, she is a sweet girl who wants to please her Mommy and Daddy.  Her little sister adores her and she generally gets along well with other children.  Watching her grow in her expressiveness and creativity is a process of discovery each day.  What a marvelous adventure!

A Big Girl Bed

Tonight was the big night.  We finally took the plunge and converted Alethea’s crib into a toddler bed.  We also bolted her dresser to the wall and removed her chair and the toy storage cubes to try to prevent her from doing any climbing.

I did my best to prepare her for the change by talking about it all day.  She at one point asked me if she would have Dee in her big girl bed and I assured her that he would be in the bed along with her blankie, nuks and other stuffed animals.

I also bought her a new pretty purple sheet with flowers and butterflies on it and she was very excited to put that on the mattress tonight before bed.

After the bed conversion was complete, Alethea double checked to make sure it still worked for a trampoline…

and then spent several minutes putting all of her comfort items back in the bed…

The end result?  Well, it’s 10:21 and she just finally got quiet.  She seemed to be fine as long as she wasn’t in the bed, but every time she climbed in, she’d start crying.  Poor girl.  I really thought she’d be excited about having the freedom to roam around, but it only seems to be making her feel insecure.

We’ll see how the rest of the night goes.  I have a feeling I may be visiting her room several times.  Mainly though, I just hope she doesn’t fall out.

MORNING UPDATE: Alethea did not cry at all last night, although I did hear her playing at around 3:00am.  When I woke up in the morning, she was standing at the gate in the doorway waiting for someone to let her out of her room, but the room itself was very neat.  She even put her books back on the shelf in a nice stack!

Color Your Summer

Snapfish is currently running their “Color Your Summer” photo contest where you upload a photo each week featuring that week’s color for a chance to win a new computer.  Now I don’t really need (or even particularly want) a new computer, but if you upload seven pictures, you automatically get a free photo book, so I figured I give it a whirl.

Here is my entry for “Blue”:

And of course, I had to go with this classic for “Green”:

I think I’ll submit this one for “Yellow” next week:

Like I said, I have no anticipation of winning anything, but it’s sort of fun to go back through my photo collection hunting for the colors.

I Was Going to…

Last Thursday, I was going to write a post about how Alethea picked one of my childhood dresses from her closet when she got dressed in the morning and how she looked so cute in it.

I was also going to mention that her favorite book right now is Bats at the Library and whenever she ‘reads’ another book outloud, she quotes from Bats.  Thus, instead of being about a mother’s undying love for her little one, The Runaway Bunny ends up sounding like this, “We’ve feasted, fluttered, swooped and soared, and yet we’re still a little bored.”

It was going to be a very amusing post.  I’m sure you would have enjoyed it.

On Friday (and then again on Saturday) I was going to write a post about how I was working on Alethea’s “Year 2” photobook and in the process I rediscovered some photographic gems that never made it onto the blog.  Pics like this one of Alethea at the zoo for example:

And this one of the girls right after Lydia was born:

It was going to be a really fun post and I’m guessing you would have been so inspired by the pictures that you’d have gone out and made a photobook of your own.

Sunday was Father’s Day, so naturally I was going to write a post about Peter, saying how I think he’s the best Dad in the whole world and how the girls and I are so blessed to have him in our lives.

I was thinking that I would also wish a Happy Father’s Day to my Father, Father-in-Law and Grandfather who are all such loving and supportive people.

I have no doubt that it would have been a very touching post.  Most likely you would have been moved to tears while you were reading it.

However, as you know, I wrote none of those posts.  Maybe this week I’ll find the time to be amusing, inspiring and moving.  Or at the very least, maybe I’ll find the time to write a couple posts, even if they are nothing more than random thoughts floating out in cyber space.  We’ll see how it goes.

It’s Official, They’re Sisters

Tonight I tried to squeeze Lydia’s 5 month photo shoot in before bedtime.  It really didn’t go so well.

If it wasn’t Lydia putting the props in her mouth…

It was Alethea wanting to be in the spotlight too…

And it wasn’t even enough to have her picture taken, Alethea insisted on holding the “5 months” sign as well…

Lydia did make a valiant attempt to regain control of the sign…

“E-ya! Stop pushing me!” exclaimed Alethea…

And so it begins…

Sigh.

Busy, Busy

My Week:

1) Two days of excellent learning and networking at a piano teacher’s conference.

2) One crazy day of garage sale prep in which a large portion of our storage room and two shelves in the garage were mostly emptied (woo hoo!)

3) Two long days of selling stuff to strangers, during which I vowed never to have a garage sale again.

4) A very cool answered prayer when I decided I needed to pack up the sale early on Thursday, but had a fussy Lydia with me and no one to help move tables.  Fifteen minutes after I asked God to send someone by to help me, an acquaintance from a few years ago happened along and was very willing to help me pull everything into the garage.

5) One day of cleaning up the garage after the sale.  I’m pretty sure we have less stuff now than we did before the sale started, although since I made the mistake of telling my mother that she was free to bring any of my stuff over that I’d left in my parents’ house, we might not actually be much ahead of where we were.  More sorting/getting rid of stuff will be necessary before Peter can get his car back in the garage.

6) An evening out with one of Peter’s co-workers and his wife, who treated us to a fabulous dinner downtown.  Scallops, calamari, and swordfish.  Mmmmm, I do love swordfish… and since I’m not pregnant I could order it!  (Why are all the best foods the ones you’re not supposed to eat when you’re with child?)

7) Church this morning with a very challenging message about living under the authority of our good King.  It was the best sermon I’ve heard in a while, although as Peter noted, it was rather ironic that the one weekend we decide to stay out late on Saturday would also happen to be the one where our pastor felt led to preach a 40 minute sermon on Sunday morning.  I just hope he didn’t take my yawns personally.

8) A well-deserved afternoon nap today, followed by a trip to Target for much-needed groceries.  Alethea surprised me by spontaneously pointing out that the aisle signs hanging overhead were triangles.  (She also correctly identified them as ‘green’ when asked.)

9) A birthday party for my sister-in-law this evening, followed by bedtime for the girls, followed by me preparing for the beginning of summer piano lessons tomorrow.  I’m really looking forward to applying some of what I learned this week to real life teaching moments.  I feel like I’m becoming a better and better teacher as the years go by, so much so that I think I really ought to track down my first piano students and give them their money back.

10) Finally getting a blog post written, which you are now reading.

Not too much on the schedule for this coming week, so hopefully posts will becoming more plentiful.  At the very least, I will get Lydia’s 5 month pictures taken and write her monthly update.  Stay tuned!