I know every parent feels the same way, but I am amazed by the things Smidge and Lovey come up with.
I am amazed by the ease with which Lovey memorizes and repeats new things. Not only can she sing the entire "Zamboni Song" (chorus and verses, as performed by the Gear Daddies) and recite the rhyme from Dragon Tales (I wish, I wish, with all my heart, to fly with dragons in a land apart), but she is surprising me with new songs all the time.
Thank goodness "Sesame Street" churns out some pretty good music. Lovey will break out into one of these gems at any given moment:
The Elmo's World Theme
The Sesame Street Theme
What's the Name of that Song?
Sing, Sing a Song
Somebody Come and Play
Who needs Twinkle, Twinkle these days, huh?
The funny thing about Smidge is that she knows all the words, too...she's just too shy to sing them. In some ways, she's kind of our little diva.
When I ask her to give me a kiss, she gives me her cheek so that I can kiss her instead. In order to get the kiss I usually need to insist, "Your lips on my lips!" She then begrudgingly responds with the smallest of pecks in order to placate her overly affectionate mother.
She eschews Cheerios, instead preferring my Kashi Go Lean Crunch.
When I mentioned that I was cute over the weekend, Smidge informed me that I was wrong in that assumption. "You're not cute, I'm cute," she said. Maybe we tell her that a little too often, huh?
At church on Sunday, my mom was pointing out the beautiful baby behind them. "Doesn't she look just like a dolly?" my mom asked. Smidge responded, "She not look like a dolly, I look like a dolly." At least she's confident in her self-defined place in the world.
My favorite thing Smidge said this weekend came after a long morning (and afternoon) of seeing Sesame Street Live! and then going out to lunch.
We had just come in the door and she was still in her winter coat, her pink fleece hat with the pom-poms on top (which, incidentally, is a little too big for her and is constantly threatening to slip down over her eyes), and the $5 pink Zoe tutu I bought her at the show layered over her jeans. There she stood with her head thrown back, yawning as widely as her little mouth would allow.
Me: Oh, sweetie, that's a big yawn. It looks like you need a nap.
Smidge: No, I not need a nap.
Me: But sweetie, you are awfully tired.
Smidge: No, I not awfully tired...I awfully awake.
I am amazed by the ease with which Lovey memorizes and repeats new things. Not only can she sing the entire "Zamboni Song" (chorus and verses, as performed by the Gear Daddies) and recite the rhyme from Dragon Tales (I wish, I wish, with all my heart, to fly with dragons in a land apart), but she is surprising me with new songs all the time.
Thank goodness "Sesame Street" churns out some pretty good music. Lovey will break out into one of these gems at any given moment:
The Elmo's World Theme
The Sesame Street Theme
What's the Name of that Song?
Sing, Sing a Song
Somebody Come and Play
Who needs Twinkle, Twinkle these days, huh?
The funny thing about Smidge is that she knows all the words, too...she's just too shy to sing them. In some ways, she's kind of our little diva.
When I ask her to give me a kiss, she gives me her cheek so that I can kiss her instead. In order to get the kiss I usually need to insist, "Your lips on my lips!" She then begrudgingly responds with the smallest of pecks in order to placate her overly affectionate mother.
She eschews Cheerios, instead preferring my Kashi Go Lean Crunch.
When I mentioned that I was cute over the weekend, Smidge informed me that I was wrong in that assumption. "You're not cute, I'm cute," she said. Maybe we tell her that a little too often, huh?
At church on Sunday, my mom was pointing out the beautiful baby behind them. "Doesn't she look just like a dolly?" my mom asked. Smidge responded, "She not look like a dolly, I look like a dolly." At least she's confident in her self-defined place in the world.
My favorite thing Smidge said this weekend came after a long morning (and afternoon) of seeing Sesame Street Live! and then going out to lunch.
We had just come in the door and she was still in her winter coat, her pink fleece hat with the pom-poms on top (which, incidentally, is a little too big for her and is constantly threatening to slip down over her eyes), and the $5 pink Zoe tutu I bought her at the show layered over her jeans. There she stood with her head thrown back, yawning as widely as her little mouth would allow.
Me: Oh, sweetie, that's a big yawn. It looks like you need a nap.
Smidge: No, I not need a nap.
Me: But sweetie, you are awfully tired.
Smidge: No, I not awfully tired...I awfully awake.
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