Ryanne has really come a long way in her language skills. At this point, I think there is very little that she can't communicate. Some times she has to repeat herself a few times, trying to find the right word. Sometimes she doesn't know the words and is able to communicate the concept amazingly well.
A few examples:
A little boat with scoopers - row boat
a glass cup - a glass
candy rings - lifesavers
She's also learning subtleties. The other day in the car, Queen's "We are the Champions" came on. Chrys and I were singing along. Well, little miss decided it would be fun to point out that "we aren'T the champions" (emphasis on the T). She kept the tempo, but really cracked herself (and us) up. Occasionally she'd throw a "we are NOT the champions" in there to take advantage of the extended note. We just about died.
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Sunday, October 22, 2006
Mooooooo - om
I swear I thought I had another 4+ years before I had to listen to that. Turns out, I was wrong.
When she gets really frustrated with me, she strings out the moooooooom. It drives me nuts.
For one thing, when did I become mom? Chrys and I call ourselves mommy and daddy. She reverts to mama when she's being whiny. I certainly did not authorize mom. Who taught her that?
For another, the whiny mooooom is just... she's too young for that. This growing up stuff has got to stop.
When she gets really frustrated with me, she strings out the moooooooom. It drives me nuts.
For one thing, when did I become mom? Chrys and I call ourselves mommy and daddy. She reverts to mama when she's being whiny. I certainly did not authorize mom. Who taught her that?
For another, the whiny mooooom is just... she's too young for that. This growing up stuff has got to stop.
Another hard part of parenting
No one ever warned us how many times we would have to suppress the overwhelming desire to laugh at our child. She does or says some of the craziest things and, if we don't want it to happen again, we can't laugh. There are SO many things that our potty brains just find too amusing.
Today's instance was in Target. We're walking through the aisles and she suddenly stands up, bare bum, in the cart. I quietly, but firmly, told her to pull her pants back up.
We tried to figure out how on earth she managed to get her pants pulled down while riding in the seat. Near as we can tell, she just managed to maneuver herself to get them reliably stuck on the sides.
It was SO incredibly hard not to burst out laughing at my daughter mooning the infant clothing section.
Today's instance was in Target. We're walking through the aisles and she suddenly stands up, bare bum, in the cart. I quietly, but firmly, told her to pull her pants back up.
We tried to figure out how on earth she managed to get her pants pulled down while riding in the seat. Near as we can tell, she just managed to maneuver herself to get them reliably stuck on the sides.
It was SO incredibly hard not to burst out laughing at my daughter mooning the infant clothing section.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Memories
One of the fun things about having the second kid is remembering things about the first at that age. Since I wasn't very good about keeping up with her blog in those days, I thought I'd get some of them written down now.
Changing mishaps: When she was a week or two old, I learned to be more careful with her on the changing table. I put her down in her room in the Rossport house. I had her legs up in the air and was sliding a new diaper under her when she pooped. We're talking projectile. I went all the way to the wall behind her door. Luckily, Gamma Ree was still visiting so she came in and helped me clean it up. Quite the mess.
Mirrors: She had the Tiny Love Gym with a mirror. When she finally figured out to look at the mirror, she would sit and just stare at it for most of her time on the mat. Usually, I was behind the mirror and would play Peek A Boo with her. One night, I went behind her so she could see my reflection in the mirror. She burst into tears. Our best guess was that the baby in the mirror had her mommy and that upset her greatly!
Changing mishaps: When she was a week or two old, I learned to be more careful with her on the changing table. I put her down in her room in the Rossport house. I had her legs up in the air and was sliding a new diaper under her when she pooped. We're talking projectile. I went all the way to the wall behind her door. Luckily, Gamma Ree was still visiting so she came in and helped me clean it up. Quite the mess.
Mirrors: She had the Tiny Love Gym with a mirror. When she finally figured out to look at the mirror, she would sit and just stare at it for most of her time on the mat. Usually, I was behind the mirror and would play Peek A Boo with her. One night, I went behind her so she could see my reflection in the mirror. She burst into tears. Our best guess was that the baby in the mirror had her mommy and that upset her greatly!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Unweaning
Confession time...Ryanne only stopped nursing for a few months. As Corin's birth grew near, she would ask more and more often for "mommy's milk". Once I was term, I indulged her more willingly, fully aware that she would only ask more.
She asks at least once or twice a week now. Multiple times a day since she's been sick. This last cold, she got over in less than a week because she nursed a decent amount the first day. I give in about once a week; more lately because I hate seeing her sick when I'm not and know that the milk can help that.
It's not entirely comfortable and, at this point, that's the biggest reason I turn her down. Her bottom teeth dig in a decent amount. She's getting better about not biting down. Amazingly enough, she remembered how to latch and didn't try the puckered lip straw suck like I expected her to. She even tells me "big mouf" while she's latching. I guess that was worth teaching her.
It's awkward. Somewhere in there she got huge. It's hard to wrangle her on my lap. It's easiest if I can lie down and get her to lie down with me. She's not always interested in that, though.
It's kind of nice to have that remnant of baby when she's busily telling me how big she is. I know it won't last long. I know it's mostly jealously. She gets royally ticked that Corin goes first every time, but she acknowledges that that's the way it has to be because it's his only food.
She asks at least once or twice a week now. Multiple times a day since she's been sick. This last cold, she got over in less than a week because she nursed a decent amount the first day. I give in about once a week; more lately because I hate seeing her sick when I'm not and know that the milk can help that.
It's not entirely comfortable and, at this point, that's the biggest reason I turn her down. Her bottom teeth dig in a decent amount. She's getting better about not biting down. Amazingly enough, she remembered how to latch and didn't try the puckered lip straw suck like I expected her to. She even tells me "big mouf" while she's latching. I guess that was worth teaching her.
It's awkward. Somewhere in there she got huge. It's hard to wrangle her on my lap. It's easiest if I can lie down and get her to lie down with me. She's not always interested in that, though.
It's kind of nice to have that remnant of baby when she's busily telling me how big she is. I know it won't last long. I know it's mostly jealously. She gets royally ticked that Corin goes first every time, but she acknowledges that that's the way it has to be because it's his only food.
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