Snippets

I read a post on another blogger’s site that was simply a list of cute/funny things her girls do that she wants to remember. Good idea. So many things go on that don’t prompt me to draft an entire blog post, but they are still worth recording. Here are some of the most recent things that KC does that make us laugh, smile and/or sigh in frustration (and then laugh later):

Every night before her bath, she must run stark naked from the bathroom to the kitchen, squealing and laughing the whole time. She makes it to the dishwasher, stands with her bare bum and palms pressed against it, a look of mischief on her face, then runs back towards the bathroom again. The first couple of times we tried to stop her, but now it’s become part of the routine. “Here comes naked baby!”

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She seems to think “home” means wherever we happen to be going. At Grandma’s when we arrive to pick her up after work, she goes to the door and says, “Home.” In the mornings as we near time to go to Grandma’s she stands near the door and says, “Home.” Or, maybe she just feels that comfortable at Grandma’s.

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She LOVES to wear my shoes. (Ted’s sometimes too, but they are much bigger and more difficult to operate.) She’s gotten very adept at slipping into my flip flops and walking across the floor. She even manages the two stairs in the kitchen. Shoes and hats. This girl is going to be good at accessorizing.

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In the bath she lines up a bunch of her little plastic characters on the side of the tub, then carefully places other objects on their heads like little hats. She does this so carefully and accurately. Then she shuffles them around into a different line-up while trying to keep the “hats” balanced.

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Ted asked her over the weekend, “Who do you love more, Daddy or Mommy?” KC replies, “Mommy.” (Dad makes a sad face.) Ted asks her, “Who is more fun, Mommy or Daddy?” KC replies, “Daddy.” (Ted smiles, I roll my eyes and suggest she’s repeating the last word she hears. Ted considers this.) I ask her, “Who do you love more, Mommy or Daddy?” KC replies, “Daddy.” Yep. I thought so.

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Just as having milk in a bottle has become a habit based in comfort, watching TV has become a habit based in the fact that Mommy and Daddy have it running all the time. We have become Noggin junkies. Before, she would simply asked for a bottle as soon as we plopped her down in the living room after the pick up from Grandma’s in the evening. Now it’s “Bottle.” followed very closely by “TV.” Uh-oh.

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All she wants lately is to be outside, or as she calls it, “Side.” That’s probably a lot better than Noggin all day. Except when it’s raining. Or when it’s after 7 pm. Ted and I have to put our foot down then. We are pretty good about switching off to watch her when she wants to go “side”. Often we all go “side”, because, truly, it’s summer and we could all use the fresh air and sunshine.

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She likes to use the word “stuck”. I open the door to the car to help her out of the carseat, she’s arching her back saying, “Stuck”. She wedges herself between our legs as we sit on the couch and declares herself, “Stuck”. After finishing dinner this evening she got a very frustrated look on her face, pushed and sighed at the highchair tray as she exclaimed, (all together now) “Stuck. Stuck!”

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I love it when Ted chases her around the house. He hides behind corners and waits. She knows that he’s hiding and will jump out soon. The anxious anticipation on her face as she approaches the area where he’s disappeared is just wonderful. “Ahhhhh-rrrr!” Ted shouts as he jumps back into view. She jumps a little and giggles a lot. She doesn’t scare easily.

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The weight of her body, her squirmy legs and the softness of her wispy hair under my nose as she sits on my lap in the evenings for TV and books. I will miss that when she’s too big for such things. She doesn’t need to lay in my lap so much anymore to get settled for bedtime. The past few nights we’ve simply taken her to bed, still awake, and declared it “bedtime”. She fusses some, but generally goes down without a fight. It just dawned on me this very moment. The old ritual of “waiting her out” as she lays on my lap has given me a lot of sweet moments with her (also frustrating moments on nights when it drags too late). It has started to fade into the past. No more drifting away in Mommy’s lap each night. Hopefully a few more times, but soon she won’t need it. It was inevitable I suppose. Sweet dreams little one. Tomorrow is a new day.