Yes/No Questions = 50/50

If you ask a 2 year old, “Do you love me?” you are taking a pretty big risk of getting your feelings hurt.

We were tired of getting our feelings hurt. So now we ask questions like this.

These answers are pretty consistent:

Anyone: Who do you love?
The Princess: I love Ernie.

(Ernie is the man I sit next to at work. The Princess comes to work with me at least twice a week and draws him pictures and visits with him. She loves him more than anyone right now.)

Anyone: Who is your best friend?
The Princess: Jake.

(Jake works with me at the apartment church. The Princess sees him about once a week for an hour. It’s insane that he’s the best friend…but he does take her to swing at the apartment playgound whenever she wants. She can be bought.)

And recently, Shirley was looking for gift ideas for the upcoming birthday, and she asked the Princess this:

Shirley: What do you like to play with?
The Princess: Bubba.

(Useless for birthday gift idea, but pretty cute for Bubba.)

Where does this leave Mama and Daddy? You’ll notice we were not the right answers to any of these questions. In fact, now if we declare our love for Princess, it goes like this:

Us: I love you!
The Princess: I love Ernie.

It seems our odds were better with the yes/no questions.

20120130-223425.jpgThe Princess pre-first haircut (no bangs).


Bringing up a Diva

I do not remember the age that the P started to pickup on rhyming.

I do remember thinking that he was so into it that I should really encourage his inner poet, so I pulled out the best of the best modern poet, Bob Dylan.

I remember thinking that I had successfully passed on good music genes when the P asked, “Can we listen to that song about I’m sleepy and there is no place I’m going to?”

I almost cried. I’m serious.

I don’t know if Bob Dylan’s influence has made my son a better poet. I do know that it didn’t hurt, now we can both sing along to Tambourine Man, and it’s very special for both of us.

Now there is the subject of the Princess. This girl can’t rhyme yet, but she loves to sing- all the time. She’s always humming to herself and has already written a song.

It goes, “oh, dada.” But there are alternative versions out there on video. If she likes you well enough, she’ll sub your name for “dada,” too.

What’s the best thing to listen to when you are a budding soprano?

Opera, of course.

We’ve been listening to opera on Pandora. Opera is nap time magic.

On opera days, she is asleep in about 2 minutes, not to mention more cultured.

I love my little diva.

Look at her. Doesn’t it look like she’s about to throw a plate of strawberries and cheese across the room?

Not to worry. Aretha, Carole King and Adele are on our top ten list, too. But they are more for dancing in the kitchen. Not so much for nap time.

And here is a little preview of the Princess’ birthday gift:

More coming soon!

About a Word a Day

The Princess gave us a language scare a few months back. I had been unofficially counting her words, like you’re supposed to and I noticed a few words had dropped off the radar. But, when I say a few words, I mean, she only had, like, five. So if she dropped a few, that means she went down to, two or three.

I casually mentioned this to my best friend/pediatrician and she’s like, “Yeah, you really need to watch that and if she loses any more words, call your pediatrician and make an appointment right away.”

I did really well. I did not freak out. I just stepped up my word counting.

I made an excel spreadsheet.

A couple of times per month, I would keep the spreadsheet opened all day and if I heard or thought of another word that the Princess had said in the past two weeks, I would add it to the list. As a result, at our 18 month checkup, when the doctor asked me about how many words she says, I said, “Seventeen.”

He said, “You are the first parent I’ve ever had who knows the exact number.”

I told him, “I made a list.”

He was impressed.

Anyway, the Princess never lost any more words. Every month she gained one or two and in the past two weeks, it’s been like a language explosion. It’s almost like she was afraid to say anything wrong so now that she has a bit of confidence, all these little phrases are pouring out.

There are still a few words that do not connect with reality, as far as we can tell. My sister is still “Duh.” My husband’s sister is “Yaya.” And milk is “Nga-Nga”

But, the other day, she went to the refrigerator and asked for some “moat.” I opened the door and looked all around and couldn’t see anything that seemed like “moat.” So I asked her, “What is moat?”

She goes, “Nga-Nga.”

Seriously? So, she used the “baby talk” word that I knew to communicate what she meant by the real word that she can almost say?

It makes me wish I was working on my masters in Linguistics because I don’t think I would have to go to far for good language development examples. This stuff is amazing.

20120124-214737.jpgThe Princess in her new scarf, made by a sweet friend at work.

Happy Answer Your Cat’s Questions Day

It’s true. January 22nd is “Answer Your Cat’s Questions Day.”

You can Google it.

The funny part to me is that “questions” is plural.

In honor of this, I will tell our cat, and you, how our cat got her name. She’s been wondering.

This picture was not posed. I went looking for her to get a shot for this post and this is how I found her:

20120115-233253.jpgShe is literally unable to find her way out of a brown paper bag.

My husband took my son to the pound to pick out a cat. As you can see, she’s all black and fluffy.

On the way home, BabyDaddy asks P what he thinks they should name the cat. These are examples of his suggestions, keeping in mind the color of the cat: Black, Blacky, Shadow, BlackBlack. The list went on.

Then, they passed a seafood restaurant. The next name our of our son’s mouth was “Fish.”

So, we kept it. We have a cat named Fish.

And, yes, our 2-year-old is confused by this. She calls every cat “fish.” She says that fish say “Meow.” But she also calls the real fish in the tank at the doctors’ office “fish.”

She’s pretty smart, though. I think she’ll sort it out.

The really crazy part is, I named my first hamster after a street sign I saw on the way home from the pet shop. Every time my kid does something that reminds me of the crazy part of me, I just have to apologize.

And it kind of happens alot.

When the P was only 3, we went some place with a helium balloon. It did what most helium balloons do in the hands of 3 years olds. It wiggled free and floated away. My son was upset, you can imagine, and we talked about how the balloon probably traveled to Oklahoma to see his aunt and uncle. We talked about how far away Oklahoma is.

Fast forward 6 months.

Another 3-year-old boy we know had just returned from the dentist with a helium balloon. We were walking with this friend and his dad. The dad said, “You hold on to that balloon because if it floats away, I will not be able to get it back.” My son looks at both of them with complete sincerity and says, “Oklahoma is far away.” The dad looks at P, then at me and goes, “Okaaaay…”

I don’t remember if I explained to the dad about why P thought of Oklahoma’s position when thinking of a helium balloon. I do remember thinking, “I’m so sorry kid. Some day you’ll learn to control that around strangers.”

Uh, It’s a Goat

I’m not very good at watching movies.

The main problem is I don’t pay attention so I ask a lot of questions and, in some ways, ruin the movie for whoever I’m watching it with because I interrupt so much.  It’s usually my husband.  He doesn’t complain about it as much now.  I think he’s adjusting.

But the other problem I have is that sometimes I can’t just sit back and remember that it’s movie and movies are magical.

This is all leading up to this example:

We were watching The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe the other day.  To refresh your memory, in Narnia, it’s always winter, never Christmas, so it’s snowy and cold the first time that Lucy steps foot into the magical world and meets James McAvoy, who is amazing as Mr. Tumnus, somehow really cute even with the fake fawn nose and ears.

I don’t know why I had not noticed before, but if you watch Mr. Tumnus, you’ll see he has a scarf for the winter cold, but no sweater.  What is this about?  Why would he bother with a scarf, but not put on even a light jacket?  It’s snowing outside!

Look at him!

(Image from Wikipedia. Copyright, Walt Disney Corporation)

He’s freezing!

So, I mention, “Hey, where’s his jacket?  Isn’t it too cold to not have a top on?”

The P says, “Uh, it’s a goat.”

Thanks P.  He’s a man-goat.  Obviously, I need to suspend reality a little here.  That’s fine.