After I had just hung up the phone during a brief conversation, the Babe immediately said, "I want to talk, I want to talk!". She immediately followed that with, "who was that?".
My little social butterfly loves the phone. We let her chat while its on speakerphone, but she also loves to hang up on people when her end of the conversation is done. No warning, no goodbye, no hint that she is done, just click. So, to fulfill her curiosity, I called the person back, and after hearing the person answer on the other end, she happily announced, "Oh, Hi Daddy!"
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
My Little Ham
My daughter loves to perform. Today she entertained a car dealership and their service department. No, she was not hired (although, hmmm, we do have college to pay for one day). She gave it away for free.
I went in for an oil change, and was dreading how I was going to keep her busy and out of things. I brought with stickers, a coloring book and crayons. When we walked into the service department, one of the sales people was there who immediately was drawn to the Babe. She had played with the Babe when we purchased the car a few months back, too. So she took the Babe on a tour (ok, just showed her the shop where the cars go). Then told her to come by her desk when the Babe was done with her coloring. So, as fast as she could, the Babe put together a picture of stickers and blue crayon, and insisted we had to find the lady. The dealership is actually three in one, so we went all the way to the other side, and spent time with this woman who looked to thoroughly enjoy playing and chatting with my three-year old (and made sure to get the Babe a brand new, bright yellow balloon). Then we spent time with our actual salesperson. The Babe then showed him, his boss, and the lady her "tap dance", as well as her statue pose.
The Babe has come up with her version of tap, and let me just say, its pretty good for someone who hasn't had any lessons. When she finishes, she throws her arms out in a flourish, and goes, "ta da"! She then showed off her statue pose, where she throws one arm up and the other tilted down, leg to the side, and mouth puckered, and freezes. Its adorable, and always good for a laugh. So, after this, she ran a race with our salesman. Once that was done, our car was ready. So, with the lady in the lead, we returned to the service department. While I paid the bill, the Babe then performed for the service department. Everyone got a laugh, the Babe had a blast, and waiting for service on my car while with the Babe wasn't torture.
I went in for an oil change, and was dreading how I was going to keep her busy and out of things. I brought with stickers, a coloring book and crayons. When we walked into the service department, one of the sales people was there who immediately was drawn to the Babe. She had played with the Babe when we purchased the car a few months back, too. So she took the Babe on a tour (ok, just showed her the shop where the cars go). Then told her to come by her desk when the Babe was done with her coloring. So, as fast as she could, the Babe put together a picture of stickers and blue crayon, and insisted we had to find the lady. The dealership is actually three in one, so we went all the way to the other side, and spent time with this woman who looked to thoroughly enjoy playing and chatting with my three-year old (and made sure to get the Babe a brand new, bright yellow balloon). Then we spent time with our actual salesperson. The Babe then showed him, his boss, and the lady her "tap dance", as well as her statue pose.
The Babe has come up with her version of tap, and let me just say, its pretty good for someone who hasn't had any lessons. When she finishes, she throws her arms out in a flourish, and goes, "ta da"! She then showed off her statue pose, where she throws one arm up and the other tilted down, leg to the side, and mouth puckered, and freezes. Its adorable, and always good for a laugh. So, after this, she ran a race with our salesman. Once that was done, our car was ready. So, with the lady in the lead, we returned to the service department. While I paid the bill, the Babe then performed for the service department. Everyone got a laugh, the Babe had a blast, and waiting for service on my car while with the Babe wasn't torture.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Slow poke
Today we went to Trader Joe's. Although the first thing the Babe told me after waking up this morning was that we were going there, it somehow took 3 hours to make that happen. She kept dragging her feet, coming up with something else she needed or had to do (put on play jewelry, get multiple barrettes, watch a show, drink a drink, dance a dance, etc. etc.). So once we got in the car, and were about five minute from home, she asked for a video. Well, the ride only takes 30-35 minutes, so we didn't take with the portable DVD player. We must turn back, she demanded. Uh, no. A minute or two later when she realized she wasn't going to get her way, she told us she left her imaginary friend at home so we had to go back. First, she doesn't have an imaginary friend. Second, the solution was in my lap. No, really. I told her that she didn't see that her imaginary friend was sitting in my lap, so I passed her back to the Babe. Initial problem solved.
After taking care of business at the store, the Babe usually gets some stickers from the checkout clerk. These usually get put on her carseat within the first few minutes of the ride. Nope, a few minutes on the expressway she tells my husband he must stop the car. Why? So she could do her stickers. Whether the car is moving or not does not effect her ability to unstick and restick stickers. And no, we really didn't want to stop in the middle of an expressway while other cars were going 60-70 mph. So we kept on moving, and made it home without further incident.
After taking care of business at the store, the Babe usually gets some stickers from the checkout clerk. These usually get put on her carseat within the first few minutes of the ride. Nope, a few minutes on the expressway she tells my husband he must stop the car. Why? So she could do her stickers. Whether the car is moving or not does not effect her ability to unstick and restick stickers. And no, we really didn't want to stop in the middle of an expressway while other cars were going 60-70 mph. So we kept on moving, and made it home without further incident.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Going "Nuts"!
We just got back from a short visit to Papa and Gram's in Florida. No, not bragging, because sunny Florida was not hot Florida. And we had some added stress with the Babe. We actually are waiting to see her allergist to test for some possibly new allergies. I booked her appointment back in January for his first available appointment which is mid April. The Babe loves hummus, but we suspect she may have developed an allergy to it, and possibly soy as well. Do you see a relationship? The two are part of the legume family. What else is a legume? Peanuts, green beans, and other beans. Flying isn't easy with a food allergic child, but as long as she's not reactive to airborne foods, then its possible. However, there is a greater risk of airborne reactions when the allergy involves peanuts.
The airline we flew actually had a drop down screen when booking tickets asking if the passenger had a peanut allergy. We thought that meant they might be more allergy friendly/conscious because of it. Clearly we were mistaken. Granted, we got there safely, and got home safely. On our outbound flight, they made an announcement at the start of the flight requesting passengers to please refrain from eating peanuts due to a passenger with severe peanut allergies. That doesn't mean people couldn't eat them, but it was a nice request. So on our second trip to go to the bathroom with the Babe, we passed the stewardesses sitting in the jump seats just in front of the restroom. I looked down and saw a wrapper on the floor under one of their seats. It was Emerald brand snacks, for peanut butter chocolate banana. And the top portion of the wrapper was still in the lap of the stewardess, so clearly it was hers. Ahem. Peanuts= peanut butter.
On our flight home they offered to make the announcement, but somehow forgot. Didn't matter, because while they were still boarding the plane, the gentleman directly in front of us was eating a snack cracker with peanut butter in the middle, and across the aisle from him was someone with a Nutter Butter cookie. And in flight across the aisle from us was a gentleman who was eating peanut butter M & Ms. I don't know how anyone who has a high peanut allergy could possibly fly. Again, we made it home just fine. But the stress level of sitting in a locked compartment surrounded by the equivalent of loaded weapons does not make for a comfortable trip.
The airline we flew actually had a drop down screen when booking tickets asking if the passenger had a peanut allergy. We thought that meant they might be more allergy friendly/conscious because of it. Clearly we were mistaken. Granted, we got there safely, and got home safely. On our outbound flight, they made an announcement at the start of the flight requesting passengers to please refrain from eating peanuts due to a passenger with severe peanut allergies. That doesn't mean people couldn't eat them, but it was a nice request. So on our second trip to go to the bathroom with the Babe, we passed the stewardesses sitting in the jump seats just in front of the restroom. I looked down and saw a wrapper on the floor under one of their seats. It was Emerald brand snacks, for peanut butter chocolate banana. And the top portion of the wrapper was still in the lap of the stewardess, so clearly it was hers. Ahem. Peanuts= peanut butter.
On our flight home they offered to make the announcement, but somehow forgot. Didn't matter, because while they were still boarding the plane, the gentleman directly in front of us was eating a snack cracker with peanut butter in the middle, and across the aisle from him was someone with a Nutter Butter cookie. And in flight across the aisle from us was a gentleman who was eating peanut butter M & Ms. I don't know how anyone who has a high peanut allergy could possibly fly. Again, we made it home just fine. But the stress level of sitting in a locked compartment surrounded by the equivalent of loaded weapons does not make for a comfortable trip.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Faster, Faster
Go, Mommy, Go! Faster, Faster! Pass that Truck! That would be my little back seat driver, who apparently has inherited either a lead foot or need for speed. She would come by either from many relatives (including one or both of her parents).
Today, we were on a local country road approaching the highway, following behind a small truck. We were both going an appropriate speed, I was probably a couple car lengths in distance behind him. However, the Babe must have thought that meant he was impeding our way to the highway, because she kept telling the truck to move over. Once on the highway, she told me to go faster. That's when I asked her if I should pass the truck. But of course. So it became a little game (safely played of course), where I would ask if I should pass a truck just as I was about to. And for anyone worried, I was on a three lane highway, and each lane seemed to be moving at different variable speeds, making it easy to pass trucks while not exceeding the speed limit. Could you imagine a traffic cop's reaction if I had gotten pulled over and told him I was only speeding because my three year old told me to do so?
Today, we were on a local country road approaching the highway, following behind a small truck. We were both going an appropriate speed, I was probably a couple car lengths in distance behind him. However, the Babe must have thought that meant he was impeding our way to the highway, because she kept telling the truck to move over. Once on the highway, she told me to go faster. That's when I asked her if I should pass the truck. But of course. So it became a little game (safely played of course), where I would ask if I should pass a truck just as I was about to. And for anyone worried, I was on a three lane highway, and each lane seemed to be moving at different variable speeds, making it easy to pass trucks while not exceeding the speed limit. Could you imagine a traffic cop's reaction if I had gotten pulled over and told him I was only speeding because my three year old told me to do so?
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