things are not so bad
That last post left a bad taste in my mouth.
It was all true, but I haven't posted for weeks and things just haven't been so bad. In fact, they have been mostly really good. Insanely hectic and busy and crazy, but for us -- pretty good.
Lucy went to see Ratatouille with her grandma today. I was a little worried because of the aforementioned sound sensitivities, but she was fine. She still believes it is about a rat named Rata and his friend Touille, so I'm not sure how much of it she got, but she had fun and so did Grandma and I made it to the grocery store for the first time in weeks, so who am I to complain.
TJ is impossible to explain. You really have to see her to believe her. One of Lucy's somewhat hippy dippy teachers says she is a force of nature, and it's hard to argue with that. Her favorite thing in the world is 'azshie' (her version of Agua, which our Brazilian nanny has taught her to use for 'water' because she feels bad that other kids with Hispanic nannies are getting an edge in their Spanish skills that TJ lacks.) She will hand me a cup, point to the fridge, and yell for Azshie (I could be spelling it wrong.) Then she will pour the entire cup down her shirt, and hand the cup back to me. "Gone," she says, and it is a command not a description of the situation. "Do you want more?" I ask her, and she nods and grunts. "Da." So I fill it up for her. Again and again. She is drenched and so is the kitchen floor, but I am pretty much afraid of her and her wrath, so I am okay with keeping the game going if it keeps her happy.
Finally, when she hands me the cup, I ask her, "More?" And she grunts "da." She has so many words and is so good at communicating, I think she is ready to learn a new word. "More? Can you SAY more?"
And instead of trying to say it, she shakes her head. "More? Tessie? More? Mooooore?" She just keeps shaking her head. She refuses to learn a new word, even if it will help her get Azshee. I told my mom this story, and was like: "What kind of baby refuses to even try to say a new word? Won't even entertain the idea?" And she snorted. Yes, she did. And she said, "You."
Hmph.
It was all true, but I haven't posted for weeks and things just haven't been so bad. In fact, they have been mostly really good. Insanely hectic and busy and crazy, but for us -- pretty good.
Lucy went to see Ratatouille with her grandma today. I was a little worried because of the aforementioned sound sensitivities, but she was fine. She still believes it is about a rat named Rata and his friend Touille, so I'm not sure how much of it she got, but she had fun and so did Grandma and I made it to the grocery store for the first time in weeks, so who am I to complain.
TJ is impossible to explain. You really have to see her to believe her. One of Lucy's somewhat hippy dippy teachers says she is a force of nature, and it's hard to argue with that. Her favorite thing in the world is 'azshie' (her version of Agua, which our Brazilian nanny has taught her to use for 'water' because she feels bad that other kids with Hispanic nannies are getting an edge in their Spanish skills that TJ lacks.) She will hand me a cup, point to the fridge, and yell for Azshie (I could be spelling it wrong.) Then she will pour the entire cup down her shirt, and hand the cup back to me. "Gone," she says, and it is a command not a description of the situation. "Do you want more?" I ask her, and she nods and grunts. "Da." So I fill it up for her. Again and again. She is drenched and so is the kitchen floor, but I am pretty much afraid of her and her wrath, so I am okay with keeping the game going if it keeps her happy.
Finally, when she hands me the cup, I ask her, "More?" And she grunts "da." She has so many words and is so good at communicating, I think she is ready to learn a new word. "More? Can you SAY more?"
And instead of trying to say it, she shakes her head. "More? Tessie? More? Mooooore?" She just keeps shaking her head. She refuses to learn a new word, even if it will help her get Azshee. I told my mom this story, and was like: "What kind of baby refuses to even try to say a new word? Won't even entertain the idea?" And she snorted. Yes, she did. And she said, "You."
Hmph.
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