“Mommy, can I lick my train?” Daniel asked me as he held up one of his Thomas engines.
“No, don’t lick your train buddy.”
“Can I lick my hand?”
“No, don’t lick your hand, who knows what your hands have been touching.” I told him, thinking of dirty dog toys, dirt, grass, boogers, etc.
“My penis.” He told me matter of factly.
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Driving pretty much anywhere these days means passing by at least one McDonald’s. Driving anywhere with kids when passing a McDonald’s means begging. Kids seem to know those golden arches from afar and even if they don’t really like the food, they still want to go there.
“Mommy, can we go to McDonald’s?” Daniel asked me yesterday as I drove them from daycare to Grandma’s house.
“No buddy, we’re not going to McDonald’s.” I told him, as I do pretty much every day.
“Can I go to pretend McDonald’s?”
“Sure. Where is pretend McDonald’s?” I asked him, stifling my laughter.
“Um…I don’t know. Can I go there?”
“Yeah, you can go to pretend McDonald’s. Maybe it can be at Grandma’s house.”
“Can we have real chippies with dinner?” He asked me sweetly. “Please?”
“No buddy, we’re not having chips with dinner.” I told him.
“Oh, this is im-possum-ble.” He said with a sigh
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Daniel speaks really well. He knows so many words it’s not funny. The longest sentence he’s ever spoken was 11 words. He also loves to sing, but his vast vocabulary does not seem to translate into songs. They’re pretty much mumbled garbledy-goop to the vague tune of the song he’s trying to sing. It is adorably cute though, and no song is complete without a face full of porridge….
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I can’t remember how old Hannah was when she started counting. If I wasn’t being lazy, I could go in my bedroom, open up her baby book, and find the section that lists all sorts of milestones, and easily find out when she started counting. But I can’t be bothered. I’ve been running around after the kids all day, and I’m tired. I’m sitting on the couch, my feet are up, the TV is on, and my laptop is, well, on my lap.
Every day, Daniel practices his counting. He counts in the car, while playing, while eating, and cutest of all, in the morning when he wakes up. I can hear him in his cot, counting away. He can count all the way to 10. Sometimes he misses a couple numbers, but recently he he misses numbers less and less, to the point where he gets all the numbers more often than he doesn’t.
All this counting started at 15 months old. He’s now 16 months old. Lucky I’m writing this down on the blog, otherwise this giant milestone might get lost in time, just like all of his other milestones. Sure, I have a baby book for him, but never once have I actually opened it.
It’s not that I don’t love Daniel, or that he’s not important, or anything like that. It’s just second child syndrome. I don’t have the time to work on Daniel’s book. I used to fill in Hannah’s book when she was napping. When Daniel’s napping, Hannah’s not. If I got the book out, she’d want to write in it too, and touch everything, and accidentally bend pages, etc., etc. Not to mention when Daniel’s asleep, I am busy washing dishes and making dinner anyway (Hannah has quiet time and watches TV, usually whilst cutting pieces of paper into tiny impossible to clean up little bits, painting, playing with Play-doh, or having a tea party with Roobios and her stuffed animals and dolls).
When the kids go to bed, I am either hanging out with Aaron, blogging, ironing, or folding clothes. There’s just no time for things like baby books.
One day I will make time for the baby books. I don’t want him to find the books when he’s older and feel unloved because his book is empty and Hannah’s is not.
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I’ve been trying to teach Hannah the ABCs for ages. I sing and sing to her when she’s in the bath. I hope the neighbours can’t hear me because I SUCK at singing! But you know, anything for the kids…..
“Next time won’t you sing with me.” Hannah sung (sang?). Then I realised, she’d just belted out the entire ABC song. I didn’t even notice because I sing it to her all the time. It just seemed normal for the ABC tune to enter my ears. She was only 25 months old at the time. I’ve been trying to get her on camera singing it for ages.
Well, I finally got it. Enjoy.
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