Wednesday, December 14, 2005

 

Trauma at the Grocery Store

I took the girls to the grocery store several Saturdays ago and the Edmonds Fire Department was having a fund raiser in which they had two people dressed in oversized dog and horse costumes collecting donations at the entrance to the store.

Bekah spotted them before we even turned into the parking lot and she didn't like them one bit. As I was parking, we talked about how they were only people in costumes. And as we were walking up to the store, they even took their costume heads off. One was a woman with blond hair and one was a man with brown hair (Bek and I discussed this as well). As we approached the entrance to the store, they put their big head / masks back on and Bekah instantly started climbing up me in a panic. Which was problematic since I was already holding 14 pounds of Lexie. I managed to set Lexie down and pick Bekah up. She was crying and telling them 'go-ed away. go-ed away'. I had to finally ask someone to go get me a cart so I could finish my way into the store. (I can't carry both girls anymore)

About two weeks later, Bekah wakes up in the middle of the night crying. The next morning, she told me she saw the 'doggie and hosey'. Yesterday, when I picked her up from school, I told her we were going to stop by a new store to run an errand on our way home. I told her it was a small trophy store and she would have to be good. The first thing she asked was, 'dog en hosey dare?' (dog and horsie there?). I assured her that there would be no dog and no horse costumes at the trophy store. She replied "Oooookaaaay..... Good."

Friday, December 09, 2005

 

My Cwied and Cwied and Cwied

Rebekah has taken a liking to the phrase "I cried and cried and cried". She, of course, can't pronounce her R's yet, so it ends up coming out far more endearing when she says it.

At least once a day, she tells me a story that has the punch line "my cwied and cwied and cwied". Whether or not she actually did any crying is never germane to the story.

Three weeks ago, our nanny started. On the first night, I came home from work and walked into this scene - Bekah at the table eating gold fish crackers, chatting away, and Lexie sleeping peacefully in the arms of the nanny. The nanny was sitting on the other side of the table, riveted by whatever Bekah was discussing.

As soon as she saw me, Bekah jumped off the chair and ran to me, saying loudly, "MOMMMYY! My cwied and cwied and cwied". I glanced quickly at the nanny and caught a flashing look of confusion and concern. I looked back down at Bek. "You cried? Why?" She stopped in her tracks and gave me her most mournful look (which I have actually caught her practicing in the mirror!) "Mommy go-ed to wook. My cwied and cwied and cwied". "Oh, no!" I replied, "You cried when mommy went to work?"

I glanced back up at the nanny. Now, Kaylin is only 18, but I thought she handled this like a seasoned pro. She gave me a discreet shake of the head that told me that no, my daughter had not spent the last several hours crying, no matter what she would like me to believe. She also didn't upstage the two year old, who was clearly having a ball with this new game of pretend.

"My sad" she said jetting out her lower lip. I took off my coat and looked down at her again. "you were sad?" I said to her with feigned concern and distress. "Yes" she nodded her head sadly and added, "my cwied and cwied and cwied". I got down to her level and gave her a big hug. "I missed you too". She clung to me tightly and buried her head in my neck and then started laughing.

Yep, our little girl has a knack for the dramatic. Can't imagine where she got that.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

 

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

On Thanksgiving weekend, Dave and Bekah cut down a Christmas tree. Dave said Bekah thought the tree falling was the funniest thing. It was the first time he had seen her watch something and laugh that hard. He said she threw back her head and laughed and then leaned forward and grabbed her stomach while she was laughing. She thought the tree falling down and Dave yelling 'timber' was pretty funny.

We brought the tree in and slowly decorated it (the last ornament went up yesterday). There were gifts under it that Bekah talked about several times a day. But then I opened them (on my birthday) and she hasn't really talked about 'pwesents' since then.

There is one thing Bekah knows for certain about Christmas. She is going to go in an airplane with Mommy and Baby Lexie. This is something she likes to tell just about anyone. But it sounds like this "my go erpln with mommy..... and biby leki! Nanna n POPPA!" Translation: I'm going on an airplane with mommy (pause) and baby Lexie! To Nanna and Poppa's house (with the Poppa emphasized).

It also snowed (biiiiiiig no as Bekah says). She and Dave made a snow family which was super cute and I hope he posts the photos of it soon. However, the day after, the baby Lexie melted and Bekah was quite distraught. It especially upset her when she saw Normandy eat the gold fish cracker that Dave had used for the nose. All day she would tell me that the dog ate Lexie's nose.

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