Synagogue Groupie

Goodness, you'd think we were going to a concert today. Charlotte just loves synagogue. She awaits, impatiently, for the Torah to come out the ark and have a chance to kiss it. The stars were in her eyes when her daddy was given an honor to hold a torah on the bimah (platform) for a prayer. My little Jew Groupie.

Sing "Poopy Song"

Ugh, Charlotte’s daddy must have songs for everything. He is constantly making up these little ditties that are a part of his time with her.

So, Charlotte is sitting on the potty attempting (re-attempting) her first poopy and she says “Sing the Poopy Song”. Well, spur of the moment I sing:

Come out little poopy, come out.
Come out little poopy, comt out.
Come out of Charlotte’s tushy right now.

All this in the gentlest voice a mother could have as to not scare my little one from her pursuit of poopy.

David: stop being Rogers and Hamerstein and writing the soundtrack to a two-year-old’s life!!!!

YOU and Me

The "You" / "Me" confusion has begun.

"You shirt itches". Since my shirt is just fine...she meant her shirt.
Her shirt began to itch during lunch. So, I took it off and changed it. Something about an inner lining that bugged her.

So, do I start to call her "me" so that she uses "me" instead of "you"?! I think that she's confused?! Well, now I'm confused too.

No more tears

It has been interesting raising a more timid child than I am or even than my husband. Could it be her size? Not a clue. Does it really matter? Today she went to Mommy and Me preschool without a tear. It was her third visit and she had a great time but was still clingly.

A bit of serious parenting in the midst of all this humor. Had to get it out:)

Monkeys on Bed

In the back seat of the car we hear "monkeys on bed". So I figure she wants to hear the song and I begin a couple of stanzas (10 to be exact) of 'No more monkeys jumping on the bed". On the way to our house David asks why I would start this song because she keeps saying "again" or "adain" as she pronounces it. Well, she asked for it and I aim to please. "Did you sing it to her before?", he asks. "No", I answer. So, here we are with a kid who knows a song we cannot figure out how she got in her head! She even started to sing it on the way home in her stroller after a walk to the park. Monkeys in my little one's head:)

Moral: 1. Don't start a song or a game you do not want to repeat ad infinitum.
2. Your kid knows more than you've taught them:)

Whole Foods

Almost daily we review Charlotte's day with her as part of dinner conversation. Isn't it amazing when she knows the names of a variet of supermarkets including "Whole Foods"?! We shop there for an occasional "Almond Breeze" or such but only for the sales. And OH HOW YUMMY the noon-time snacks are! Andrea, thanks for the clue about that:)

Poor Yittew Fingeh

About three weeks ago Charlotte was injured at the park while with Daddy. She got her finger caught in a crane toy that the park has. OUCH. Well, after her screaming and subsequent calming down her Daddy said "Poor little finger" and it stuck ever since. Now, any body part that is injured in any way is called a "Poor Yittew (Little) _______".

Our schedule

Just in case we did not know our schedule...Charlotte announced at breakfast: "Daddy has to go to work. Eema has to take Charlotte to park." Thank you Charlotte for your insight into our schedule. :)

Chickees

Sometimes Charlotte knows what she wants and lets us know that the menu is not to her liking. Yesterday at lunch she did not want "Chickees" (Chickpeas) but last night she ate them with Daddy hand after hand. Who knows what dictates the taste decisions of a toddler?

Little Boy Blue

So, she's sitting in her highchair and I've just come out of the shower. David wakes up with her every morning (a godsent). "Little boy blue blow your horn" she announces. "Where did she come up with that?" I ask. David tells me that he sang it to her yesterday when I was at work in the evening. He has made up many alternate endings because he does not know the rest of the nursery tale. For instance: Little boy blue come blow your horn. The sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn. Where is little boy blue? "He's sleeping and sitting next to a tree with his kazoo". Okay! What IS the ending?!

Noonles

Noonles. She says as she asks for more and more NOODLES...no matter what shape or sauce. There are so many words that Charlotte has her own manner of pronouncing. "Noonles" are just one of many. She is my little carb queen. We are quite insistent about pronouncing the words correctly ourselves so that she will not be saying "Noonels" in the cafeteria in college.