Saturday, August 30, 2008
Funny Story 2
She was paging through one of my books and all of a sudden yelled in a very upset voice, "Can't find 'em!!" A few seconds later, she again yelled, "Can't find 'em!" So I asked her what is was she couldn't find. She responded with, "Pictures! Pictures gone!"
She continued paging through the book with commentary like, "Oh Noooo...pictures missing!" and "Oh Noooo...they disappeared!"
Guess she's not ready for the non-picture books yet!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Baby Beluga
Here's Claire's latest song. And this is the first song I've actually gotten on video, as she usually gets stage fright when she sees the video camera!
To help you understand her, here are the words: (and you might need to turn up your volume)
Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea, swim so wild and swim so free
Heaven above and the sea below, just a little white whale on the go
Just a little white whale on the go
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Funny story
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
22 months
This kid is a talker. Non-stop. She pretty much consistently talks in sentences now. She even tells stories. She spent yesterday with Daddy visiting family and when she came home she told me about the whole day. She told me everything she did, everyone she saw, and everything she ate. And the only prompting I gave her was, "What did you do today?" It's awesome to be able to communicate so well with my not yet 2 year old.
One of the best things is to listen to her after she's in bed. (I started turning the baby monitor on again since she started potty training, so I would be sure not to miss a call for the potty at night.) She will lay in her bed chatting away about her day, people she saw, things she did. It's cute. And she talks in her sleep. I've known this for awhile, but since I've been having the monitor on a night I'm hearing it a lot more often.
One of the cute grammar mistakes she makes is with the use of me and you. I suppose from listening to me talk, where I always refer to her as "you" and I am "me", she thinks that she is always "you." I hear a lot of "Mommy, help you!" or "Please open this for you" or "Carry you, please." It's too cute and funny.
If she's not talking, she's singing. She knows the words to so many songs. At night before I put her to bed, I always sing a couple of lullaby's. Lately she's been singing along with me. It's so sweet. She also demands that Daddy and I become instant songwriters as she'll randomly ask for the "airport song" or the "apple song." She'll just pick some random object and want to hear a song about it. If we come up with a song she approves of she asks for it again. If she doesn't like it, she'll say "No, try again." She only needs to hear a nursery rhyme or short song once and she'll remember the words.
Her memory still continues to amaze me. Like with songs, she also seems to memorize books after only reading them once or twice. She has a much better memory than me. She also remembers things or events from months ago. Just the other day she started talking about a little girl she played with probably 6 months ago. Is that even normal? Sometimes I wonder about her little brain, it's really quite incredible.
She has now discovered the power of band-aids. She got a little cut that required a band-aid for the first time. Oh, she was so excited to see the Care Bear band-aids that I had on hand. The cut was on her thigh, so all day long she was walking around pulling up her shorts so she could check to make sure the band-aid was still there. And ever since then, she asks for a band-aid every time she has an owie. She bumps into something and it's, "Mommy, need band-aid!"
The whole "terrible twos" thing is starting to become very real. Whether it's because of all the traveling, interruption in routine and sleep, or just her age, her temper is sure showing up more often around here. Some days (and thankfully not every day) the switch flips and she goes from her usual sweet, cuddly, loving angel to a possessed, tantruming toddler with horns and a pitchfork tail. Of course I knew it was coming. And I'm going to just be happy that, as of yet, it's not an every day occurrence and it's usually over quickly. It's good for her to have independence and her own opinions, right? Who knew someone so small could have such strong opinions on certain things. I'm constantly reminding myself to have patience. Lots and lots patience.
As she nears her second birthday, I'm realizing that Claire is in fact going to grow up. She won't be my silly, curious toddler forever. I know there will come a time that she won't look at me with big eyes and a proud grin because she put the puzzle together or she won't demand hugs and kisses before bedtime or she won't cuddle up with me for hours of book reading. So I'm going to treasure every moment, meltdowns and all.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Future Olympic athlete? Musician? Artist?
When did the parents of these athletes realize that their child had this talent? I mean what if Michael Phelps' mom never took him to a swimming lesson when he was a child? How many people out there had the potential to be an Olympic athlete, or for that matter, a musical genius, or a famous artist but never had the opportunity for this talent to reveal itself? Or does this type of talent just show itself somehow?
Am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing? What if I have some undiscovered talent?
What part of who we are today...our careers, our hobbies, our passions, have to do with our parents' choices? How do I know what Claire should do or try? What if I mislead her? I can only sign her up for so many different classes/sports. What if I miss that one thing at which she could be great? Or will I just recognize some hidden talent in her at some point?
And then where is the line between encouraging her interests/talents... and pressuring? If she loves something, will she always love it? And if she wants to quit something, do I let her?
Just one more thing to add to the challenge of parenting. But I suppose I have lots of time to try and figure it all out.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I'm so jealous...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Meltdowns and hugs
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Lake Life

Swinging with Aunt Kristin
Catching big bubbles with Grandpa
Playing Apples to Apples, which everyone seems to think is sort of a stupid game...yet we always manage to have a good time playing it! It might just have to be a traditional game we play just once a year.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Up North
Monday, August 11, 2008
Table dancer
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Such a parrot
There are other things that I'm starting to realize that I must ask much too often as she now answers before I can even ask. She'll trip, fall, bump her head, whatever and she'll look at me and say "I okay!" in anticipation of my "Are you okay?" She'll yawn and quickly say, "I tired" before I can even ask, "Are you tired?"
There are other things that she has heard me say too many times that lately she just says them for me. I'll pick her up and she'll say "Getting heavy!" After she's done on the potty, she'll say "Good job, Claire!" After an unsuccessful try at something, a puzzle or whatever, she'll say "It okay. Try again."
She also gives herself warnings. If she grabs something off the table that she knows she shouldn't have, she'll say, "Not a toy." She tells herself "Be careful" while climbing maybe a little too high. She'll pick something up and teasingly pretend to put it in her mouth, only to tell herself, "We don't eat that!"
She always asks to do things at the most inopportune times. She wants a bath as I'm making dinner. Or she wants to go to the park right before nap time. To which I always responded, "Not now. Maybe later." Now all I have to say is, "Not now" and she'll finish with the "Maybe later." Unfortunately she's starting to use this one against me.
"Claire, it's time to get ready for bed."
"Not now. Maybe later."
"Time to get dressed."
"Not now. Maybe later."
"Help me pick up your toys."
"Not now. Maybe later."
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Back home
This yearTuesday, August 5, 2008
Storybooks and Dinosaurs
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Reptile Gardens
She loved the snakes! She spent a long time sitting in front of all the cases watching the snakes. She was laughing and talking to them. Good thing I was with her and not her daddy..he hates snakes!
She also got to touch a snake and decided that it was "so soft." Grandma bought her a toy rubber snake in the gift shop and she hasn't put it down since, it even took a nap with her!



































