Monday, July 30, 2007
Ali is a Ga Ga Champion
Alison said last week that she won every game of Ga Ga but one when she was playing with her bunk. Tonight she looked at her schedule for tomorrow and she said "Ropes *and* Ga Ga on the same day!!"
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Andrew is now "Bee-bee"
Andrew now refers to himself in the third person as "bee-bee" (sounds the same as "baby" to me). "Oh-oh, bee-bee all" (Oh-oh, Andrew fell down)
Friday, July 27, 2007
Alison's amazing attitude to her new school
Alison told me something a few weeks ago that just astonished me. I wish I could have such a positive attitude about things as she (occasionally) does.
She told me that Dara and Samantha were going to be together at their new school, but that she didn't know anyone at her new school. But this, she said, made her very lucky. While Dara and Samantha are going to be playing on their own, Ali is going to have the chance to make LOTS of new friends because she doesn't know anyone yet.
I asked her later if her teacher had told her this. No, she said, she had just figured it out herself. Yay Ali!
She told me that Dara and Samantha were going to be together at their new school, but that she didn't know anyone at her new school. But this, she said, made her very lucky. While Dara and Samantha are going to be playing on their own, Ali is going to have the chance to make LOTS of new friends because she doesn't know anyone yet.
I asked her later if her teacher had told her this. No, she said, she had just figured it out herself. Yay Ali!
Andrew Bed Time Routine
We brush and floss. Recently he started pursing his lips and not opening for his toothbrush (an electric Elmo brush) so I tapped on his lips and said "knock knock teeth." He thought this was the funniest thing ever, so I do this every night now and then he opens his mouth.
Then we read some books. Currently he always sits on his mini potty (!) in his bedroom, fully pajama'ed, while I read to him. He's very partial to the "bear hunt" book right now (that they also read at school). He loves to yell out "oh no" as I read "oh no" in the book.
While I'm reading the last book, I say "last time book" frequently. But when we finish reading it he inevitably has a mini-tantrum when I say no more. So I say "OK, I'll come back in a minute" and then 2 seconds later I ask if he wants me to put him to bed and he says "yes". I tuck him up, and then he decides to sit up. The last couple of nights I've left him flossing his duck's teeth (I forgot to mention, he loves the little flosser sticks and insists on keeping them with him in his room after he's done) and then reading duck a story.
Then we read some books. Currently he always sits on his mini potty (!) in his bedroom, fully pajama'ed, while I read to him. He's very partial to the "bear hunt" book right now (that they also read at school). He loves to yell out "oh no" as I read "oh no" in the book.
While I'm reading the last book, I say "last time book" frequently. But when we finish reading it he inevitably has a mini-tantrum when I say no more. So I say "OK, I'll come back in a minute" and then 2 seconds later I ask if he wants me to put him to bed and he says "yes". I tuck him up, and then he decides to sit up. The last couple of nights I've left him flossing his duck's teeth (I forgot to mention, he loves the little flosser sticks and insists on keeping them with him in his room after he's done) and then reading duck a story.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
More on Andrew's potty seat
It's official. What I've suspected for days is indeed the case. Andrew's name for the insert that goes in his potty seat ... his "pee-pee at" (aka "pee-pee hat"). Lovely. And yes, he does wear it on his head frequently.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Alison's Anti-Smoking Campaign
Tonight in the car we were stopped at a light next to a car with it's window open and an arm with a lighted cigarette hanging out the window.
"Don't open the window, Mommy," said Alison, "someone's smoking!"
A discussion then followed about smoking, about why people find it difficult to quit, about how people can die from smoking (she brought that up, not me), and assorted other things. The conversation ended as follows:
"Mommy, when we get home before you make dinner could you call the President and ask him to make a law that says people can't smoke any more?"
"Don't open the window, Mommy," said Alison, "someone's smoking!"
A discussion then followed about smoking, about why people find it difficult to quit, about how people can die from smoking (she brought that up, not me), and assorted other things. The conversation ended as follows:
"Mommy, when we get home before you make dinner could you call the President and ask him to make a law that says people can't smoke any more?"
Andrew at Bedtime
A couple of days ago I pulled out two (identical) little potty chairs from the closet. They look like a little white throne with a removable black potty insert to catch the kid's output. I'd bought them for Alison, who never was interested in them and went straight to sitting on the potty on a little ring that made the seat smaller. I figured that nowadays, while Ali sits on the toilet at bed time Andrew could sit on his potty and start to get the idea.
Andrew was absolutely delighted. He loves his "pee-pee" (that's what he calls the potty) and wants it in whatever room he happens to be in. At bedtime he sits on the pee-pee fully pajama'ed while I read him his bedtime stories. In the morning he wants to drag it down to the living room. Today he spent half of the time playing with Cassie (his early intervention teacher) while sitting on the potty seat.
In the last couple of weeks Andrew's bedtime routine has gotten difficult again. It's as though he knows he's turned two and should rebel. Until he discovered he could climb out of the crib bedtime was easy -- we'd just plunk him in the crib and he'd play quite happily until he conked out. We had a bit of difficulty immediately after he learned to climb out of the crib, but then things settled down again fairly quickly. Until recently.
Well, tonight was actually pretty good. Admittedly we started a little later than usual, but after minimal fussing I left him and went off to do my 30 minutes of exercise leaving him reading the "Sesame Street Wheels on the Bus" book to his duck in bed.
30 minutes later I get off the elliptical machine and walk past his room. This is what I see:
Andrew, in bed, which was pretty full of toys and books, sitting on his potty chair (yes, that was on the bed too), with the insert on his head like a hat, head tipped back, drinking water from his sippy cup. I wish I'd had a camera. I got a picture shortly thereafter, but the "hat" had been reinserted into its location in the seat, and the sippy cup was just sitting on the bed.
Andrew was absolutely delighted. He loves his "pee-pee" (that's what he calls the potty) and wants it in whatever room he happens to be in. At bedtime he sits on the pee-pee fully pajama'ed while I read him his bedtime stories. In the morning he wants to drag it down to the living room. Today he spent half of the time playing with Cassie (his early intervention teacher) while sitting on the potty seat.
In the last couple of weeks Andrew's bedtime routine has gotten difficult again. It's as though he knows he's turned two and should rebel. Until he discovered he could climb out of the crib bedtime was easy -- we'd just plunk him in the crib and he'd play quite happily until he conked out. We had a bit of difficulty immediately after he learned to climb out of the crib, but then things settled down again fairly quickly. Until recently.
Well, tonight was actually pretty good. Admittedly we started a little later than usual, but after minimal fussing I left him and went off to do my 30 minutes of exercise leaving him reading the "Sesame Street Wheels on the Bus" book to his duck in bed.
30 minutes later I get off the elliptical machine and walk past his room. This is what I see:
Andrew, in bed, which was pretty full of toys and books, sitting on his potty chair (yes, that was on the bed too), with the insert on his head like a hat, head tipped back, drinking water from his sippy cup. I wish I'd had a camera. I got a picture shortly thereafter, but the "hat" had been reinserted into its location in the seat, and the sippy cup was just sitting on the bed.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Andrew -- more words
Today at the kiddish after Tot Shabbat Andrew said "more challah." Very clearly.
He also looked at a picture of Elmo's fish Dorothy and said very clearly "Do-ty"
He also looked at a picture of Elmo's fish Dorothy and said very clearly "Do-ty"
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Andrew and the word "Dog"
Andrew will not say the word "dog" only "woof." I tried to get him to say dog the other day by saying "D-D-D-Dog" and he said "D-D-D-woof."
Alison and the Tooth Fairy
Alison asked Red and I not to pretend to be the tooth fairy because she wanted to know if there really was one. I wasn't sure what to do, but Red was brilliant.
Ali asked him point blank if there was a tooth fairy. He said, "do you really want to know?" and she said "yes". So he told her there wasn't one. Ali said, "I thought so."
A few days later, her tooth fell out, but she lost it on the school bus home from camp. Red told her, "well, you'll have to write a note to the tooth fairy to tell her to look for your tooth on the bus." Ali said, "But the tooth fairy doesn't exist, Daddy." Red said, "OK, but if you want a prize you at least have to pretend."
(She never did write a note, but she still got a prize)
Ali asked him point blank if there was a tooth fairy. He said, "do you really want to know?" and she said "yes". So he told her there wasn't one. Ali said, "I thought so."
A few days later, her tooth fell out, but she lost it on the school bus home from camp. Red told her, "well, you'll have to write a note to the tooth fairy to tell her to look for your tooth on the bus." Ali said, "But the tooth fairy doesn't exist, Daddy." Red said, "OK, but if you want a prize you at least have to pretend."
(She never did write a note, but she still got a prize)
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