Little Girl:
Many "r" and "l" sounds come out like "w." Examples include Dor-wuh (Dora), stwaw-beh-wies (strawberries)
Little Girl spent 20 minutes of a recent drive singing the same line from a Veggie Tales song over and over and over and over. It was from "Esther" and the last half of it was pretty mangled. She belted out something like, "The battle one doo wah doo wah doo doo!"
Little Girl is my drama queen. Everything is a calamity, from Big Boy "not wetting me share" (which means he wasn't sharing with her) to having wardrobe malfunctions (she hates to need help and loses it if I give anything beyond what she asks for!) to being unable to locate a sippee cup.
Little Girl absolutely loves Little Boy. She snuggles up next to him when he's having floor time, strokes his face and head, kisses him, helps with the "straps" on his diapers, and finds countless other ways to shower him with affection. Sometimes I'm a little freaked out by her suffocatingly-close attention, but aside from squeezing his nostrils shut a few times, so far she seems harmless. (The nostril incidents have been sternly addressed. I know I have gotten through to Big Boy, but I'm not sure about Little Girl yet.)
Big Boy:
One day we were getting ready to eat. Big Boy had been singing this song he made up. It goes, "I like Spiderman; You like Batman too." He was mid-song when I told them to stop so we could pray. He stopped, just as I asked. Then as soon as we were done thanking God for our food, he resumed right where he left off!
It went like this:
Bigi Boy sings, "I like Spiderman; You like Batman...."
I interrupt. "Ok kids. Stop so we can pray."
Little Girl prays. "De-uh God. Thank you for our food. In Jesus' name. Ay. Men."
Big Boy sings, "...too!"
One day Big Boyasked me about the picture on our fireplace mantle. It's of Scott and I at our wedding. I explained to him about marriage and husbands and wives. He wanted to know where we were, so I told him we got married at my parents' church. He started thinking about who he might like to marry. I told him that church is a good place to find a wife.
He pondered for a few seconds. Then he announced, "Mom, I think I'll marry Erica."
I told him Erica was a fine choice, but I also said that he might not have met the girl yet. I told him that his dad and I didn't meet until we got to college.
A few days later, he came up to me and declared, "Mom, I'm not going to marry Erica. I'm not going to get married at all."
I had no idea why the change of heart, but I told him that was ok too.
When I shared the story with Scott, he laughed outloud. Apparently Big Boy had talked to him about being Spiderman and about getting married when he grew up. Scott had told him that Spiderman has to work nights and weekends a lot, so it would be better not to be married if he was Spiderman. Big Boy decided he'd rather be Spiderman than get married!
We're getting a family portrait taken this week. Scott and I were talking about it and how I was planning coordinating outfits for everyone. Big Boy overheard the conversation.
"Mom, you know how we all have those star shirts? We could wear those! Dad and I have the same ones!"
The "star shirts" are school spiritwear -- for Elli's school. I was thinking of something a little more formal.
Elli:
We visited some old friends for dinner a few days ago. The man of the house always plays Veggie Tales videos on his wide-screen TV for Elli. However, when we arrived, it was dinner and he had the news on.
The first half of the meal, Elli kept looking at him and then looking pointedly at the TV, as if to say, "Excuse me, but haven't you forgotten something???"
Then we discovered that Big Boy was too busy watching the TV to eat. So we turned off the TV. Elli turned on the most sour face you've ever seen.
Elli has been walking really well at school! Today I got a note that she had walked 15 feet! I need to get going on a home modification here -- we need to rip out a bunch of carpet so she can practice here at home too. I'm so excited to read of her progress -- it is SO healthy for her bones and posture for her to bear weight like that.
