tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78909093723615061962024-02-20T16:42:02.657-08:00Through the eyes of a tiger...babyveggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-73849647306629835482010-03-31T18:52:00.000-07:002010-03-31T18:53:52.656-07:00Sibling rivalry beginsDriving to preschool this morning, the little bean says,<br />"Stop looking out my window, Sissy"<br />1. The baby is 10 months old. She doesn't purposefully do anything to annoy you, little bean. yet.<br />2. It is my car. I own it, they are all MOM's windows.<br />3. This is only the beginning.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-76138723904326230152010-03-04T20:41:00.000-08:002010-03-04T20:44:18.881-08:00I know what I want to be when I grow up...a secuewity gawd!<br /><br />A what, little bean?<br /><br />A suh-key-yew-ity gawd. <br /><br />Oh. a security gaurd. Interesting. And why is that?<br /><br />So I can keep all the peoples safe!<br /><br />If only that were true my dear, sweet girl.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-74811481701520506272010-02-25T20:28:00.001-08:002010-02-25T20:34:51.860-08:00I'm not stylishThe little one dressed herself for a walk wearing a bright fuschia tunic, tight gray leggings, Keen sandals and a plaid pink fedora. She requested carrying pink plastic dressup heels to put on at our destination.<br />Mom: You are really stylish Little Bean<br />LB: No, I'm not stylish. I'm nothing. Nothing but me.<br /><br />That is certainly true.<br /><br />Later that evening she recited a poem to me, a love letter to Hahsbarrows (I have NO idea how to spell this invented gentleman's name, this is as phonetic as I can get it). The poem involved his illness, a forest, holding hands, and kissing among other things. I can't believe I didn't get it on video. Um, this kid is 3 years old. Her TV exposure is limited to Nick Jr, Curious George and the main trio of Disney princess movies: Mermaid, Belle, and Cinderella. Makes me wanna believe in past lives.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-64287433522146322552010-02-24T16:01:00.000-08:002010-02-24T16:08:33.894-08:00Can I have one apricot?LB: Mom, can I have one apricot, please?<br />Mom: Yes, babe, you can have one apricot.<br />(She gets the dried apricots out of the pantry, and takes out a nice big wad of 6 apricots from the bag).<br />Mom: Um, little one, that doesn't look like ONE apricot. <br />LB: Yes Momma, it's one clump of apricots... <br /><br />Mom: Little bean, did the baby just put something in her mouth from the floor?<br />LB: Yes.<br />Mom: Did you see what it was?<br />LB: Some crap.<br /><br />Mom: What did you have for snack at school today?<br />LB: Teddy grahams. Some brown teddy grahams and some that were not brown. And chocolate milk.<br />Mom: Ooh, chocolate milk. You've never had chocolate mik before! What did you think?<br />LB: Oh, it really cools you down. (It was a very gray and gloomy day that day, don't know if that helps frame the strangeness of her reply).<br /><br />Never mind that she also insists on calling the husband and I by our given names. Ah, how to regain the respect of a precocious 3 year old?!?!?!?veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-13582024555037150482009-12-06T10:26:00.000-08:002009-12-06T10:29:20.649-08:00The Naughty StreakWell, the little bean has been on a naughty streak for a few weeks now, so she has been a bit more annoying than funny. But she did come up with some pretty funny stuff in the last few days...<br /><br />She is on a tricycle ride with her dad, when she stops mid-pedal and asks to take off her helmet. <br />"I'm not going to ride with it off, I just want to sit here and feel the breeze in my hair".<br /><br />Then this morning I noticed a few extra hershey kisses are missing from her advent stocking (she gets one per day until Christmas eve).<br />"There are some in the drawer over there, Mom".<br />"Why are they in the drawer?"<br />"Because the baby was going to crawl up there and shove them all in her mouth".<br /><br />Ah, the imagination of an almost-three-year=old.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-38677157775969375082009-11-05T09:40:00.000-08:002009-11-05T09:44:48.775-08:00Lots to catch up on...I compile the little bean's comments on a white board on the fridge so I don't forget any of these little gems. I have quite a few to add today!<br /><br />"Mom, when you are done cleaning up, let's just go play for a few hours"<br /><br />"This pancake batter is so yummy, it makes my teeth feel all shiny"<br /><br />"Oh, you have crafts for me? That's cool"<br /><br />"and everywhere that Larry went that lamb was sure to go"<br /><br />Momma: "Who is that card for?"<br />LB: "Grandpa Chuck"<br />M: "Um, I don't think he can get a card, since he is dead"<br />LB: "That's OK, I'm going to give it to him when he's done dying. And my friend Bruiser too, I'm going to make a card for him too"<br /><br />"I don't like my sleeping bag. Let's take my bed apart, pack it in my suitcase and drive it up to Grandma Barbara's house for next time"<br /><br />"No way Jose"<br /><br />"This is the baby's trick or treat bag. But not for candy, it is only for milk"<br /><br />She's really been on a roll!veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-78844524593076700932009-10-10T20:16:00.000-07:002009-10-10T20:17:36.401-07:00Girl's night out, Part IIThe next day..."Mom, did you have fun with your girlfriends last night?"<br />"Yes, little bean, I did"<br />"Next time, Daddy can go out with his boyfriends".<br />"Well, he calls them guy friends, not boyfriends".<br />"I'll ask him if he has guy friends or boyfriends".<br />And she did. And they are guy friends ;)veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-56256516264491149722009-10-01T13:49:00.000-07:002009-10-01T13:50:57.245-07:00Girl's night out"Hey little bean, guess what? Your dad is going to be watching you and the baby tonight, because I am going out with my friends".<br /><br />"OK Mom, I'm going out with my friends too. My little kid friends".veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-76466680540951936872009-09-28T20:24:00.001-07:002009-09-28T20:24:36.827-07:00Crazy?!?!?Little bean, you are driving me nuts today.<br /><br />No Momma, I'm driving you CRAZY.<br /><br />Nuf said.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-68413740648254263452009-09-26T20:50:00.000-07:002009-09-28T20:25:36.784-07:00stick fighting and Shabbat"I've got that Shabbat feeling down in my heart, down in my heart, down in my heart. I've got that Shabbat feeling down in my heart, down in my heart today..."<br />She repeats with down in my knees, toes, up on my head, up in my hair, on my arms......<br />Heads over to her toys.<br />"I've got that shabbat feeling stuck in my wheels (doll stroller), stuck on my handles (doll stroller), on my table, all over the big table, on my pillows, on my boob (pointing to mom), on my baby, on my dad" She repeated the entire verse for every item she could see. This went on for at least 15 minutes. Glad to see the Shabbat feeling was so pervasive this week.<br /><br />On a walk with her dad this evening, she found a couple of sticks. One was quite large and she was told not to play with it, so she wouldn't poke herself, dad or the baby. "OK Dad, you carry that one then". They are walking along, each with their stick, when she announces, "Hey Dad, let's stick fight". Dad says, "How do you know about stick fighting?" Little bean says, "Mom watches it on TV". He decides to let that go, and ask me about it later. He continues,"Honey, I can't stick fight with you right now (or ever), because I'm holding the baby". "That's OK Dad, you just need one hand".<br /><br />PS-I don't watch "stick fighting" on TV. I try not to watch TV in front of the little bean in general, since she picks up enough weirdness from everyday life.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-60230099547637357302009-09-22T21:19:00.000-07:002009-09-22T21:21:48.266-07:00Not too remarkable, but sort-of sweet"I love my baby sister. I call her: Sissy-Pissy-Wissy-Gilly-Gilly" Followed by lots of smothering kisses.<br /><br />She also prepared them both for an imaginary trip to the beach, stacking rings placed on the baby's arms for floaties, then a book filled with keys, phone, wallet, and 2 tiny books. She made sure to show me that she included the books. I'm not sure why, I've never brought books to the beach before!veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-61592406123517596592009-09-20T22:32:00.001-07:002009-09-20T22:37:51.791-07:00Daddy's not sharing!!!!Part I<br />Me:"Why are you crying, sweetheart?"<br />Little bean:"Sob sob sob"<br />(Lots of crying, tears streaming down her face)<br />LB:"I need that twisty thing"<br />Me: "Twisty thing?"<br />LB: "Uh huh, the one that Daddy's using"<br />Me: "Um, you mean the drill? That Dad is fixing stuff with"<br />LB: "Uh huh, sob sob sob. Daddy's not sharing his driller with me" "It's my turn!"<br /><br />Yeah, all 2 1/2 year old's play with drills. ALL THE TIME.<br /><br />Part II<br />Little Sis is fussing a little in her bouncy seat.<br />LB: "Calm down my sweetie, calm down" as she strokes the baby's cheek.<br />So sweet, I almost forgot about when she pulled her off the couch earlier. "She likes to slide off". Right.<br />PS, the drill was not involved in Part II in any way.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-80505626252720724602009-09-14T12:46:00.001-07:002009-09-14T12:46:53.197-07:00Daddy's little girlI'm going potty. I need to have a magazine, just like Daddy. Not a book Momma, a magazine!veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-74443034358126103682009-09-08T20:48:00.001-07:002009-09-08T21:00:07.957-07:00Frogs and jewelryToday we went to one of the local nurseries to track down some turtles. At the pond, we did discover a swimming turtle. However the comment of note was regarding frogs. Non-existent frogs, but frogs nonetheless...<br /><br />"Each of the frogs has their own <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2265545&CAWELAID=63418662">piddle pad</a>". When removed from her carseat, her piddlepad does resemble a<a href="http://www.mortalspaces.com/illuminations/textureproject/texturejpgs/lilypad.jpg"> lily pad</a>. I guess the frogs might need a safe place to pee in an emergency.<br /><br />The second chuckle occured while we were playing dress-up and dance. She got a bunch of bracelets from my jewelry box and loaded them up on her arms. She then selected about 4 for me to wear, in particular she handed me a copper cuff.<br /><br />"Here mom, you take this big ole clunky one". What does this say about her? Or me?veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-55920987335999872242009-09-04T21:45:00.000-07:002009-09-04T21:47:35.937-07:00It had to happen sometimeAt lunch today<br /><br />"Look at that fat lady momma!" while standing up on the booth and pointing.<br />Granted the woman was probably 300 pounds minimum, but still. So painful, even if she didn't hear the little tiger's comments.veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890909372361506196.post-64945830820970407222009-09-03T15:28:00.000-07:002009-09-20T22:38:44.685-07:00The toddler that never ceases to amuseOur little tiger of a toddler is 2 and 3/4 years old. Or as she says, "two and a half", and will say so until the day she turns three. Everyday she comes up with some phrase or saying that makes me laugh. And so I thought I should share them with more than my mom and my husband, and also so I can remember what I thought was so hilarious.<br /><br />Today's quotes...<br /><br />I am mixing up coconut pancake batter this morning.<br />Little Bean: "Is there eggs in this?"<br />LB: "Can I taste it?" (repeat 1200 times)<br />Me: "No, there aren't eggs, these are vegan pancakes<br />Tastes batter<br />LB: "This tastes so much like vegan"<br />LB: "I like the cupcakes you baked that had this stuff in it" (I made coconut ones a few months ago)<br />LB: "This really tastes so much like vegan"<br /><br />Phone call at lunchtime<br />LB: "Hi Muckin, I'm making ants on a log"<br />Muckin: "That's nice"<br />LB: "I made some for Momma and me and Dadda"<br />Muckin: "Oh, for Daddy, too?"<br />LB: "No, for Daddy Griffin"veggieknifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01453615549694619463noreply@blogger.com0