Monday, February 25, 2008

What'd She Say?


Today, Bella had her 15 month check up. The doctor went through his usual questions: Do you have any concerns? How’s she eating, fruits and vegetables? How’s her sleep? How about naps? Does she use a sippy cup? Drinking whole milk? She’s walking, how about running? Then came the question that always makes me stop, “How many words can she say?” What does he want to know--how many she says properly or how many she tries to say? So I answer, “At least 10, though they aren’t proper.” The doctor was surprised; “Usually they only have 3 words, maybe 5.” To be honest, 10 was a low guess.

Bella is a girl who knows what she wants. Even before she could talk, she’d swat away her bottle or paci or whatever we were trying to soothe her with. She mastered basic sign language quickly because it helped her get what she wanted. Now with this impressive vocabulary, she has developed a desire to express herself using “her big girl words.” She has no or “naw” down pat. The other day we asked her, “Do you want to see Timmy?” “Naw” (always with a headshake) “Do you want to see Auntie?” “Naw.” “Do you want to go for a ride?” “Naw.” Finally I asked her, “Do you want a cookie?” “Yay.” Then she was ready to go to Timmy’s. She patted her chest which meant ‘jacket’ and said “bye bye.”

Another fabulous word she has learned is “mine,” thanks to a pair of silly bunnies and a sister who loves them. We were able to explain to Lily that only bunnies say that – not kids. But Bella is a different story. In the middle of a toy fight, I hear “mine.” “No Bella, only bunnies say that.” “Mine!” “No Bella!” “MINE!!” “BELLA, NOOOO!!” I tried to explain to Bella “we don’t say mine, we share.” But I think she was excited to be having a conversation with Lily, because my motherly lesson didn’t make a difference. As a result of all this share talk, she’s learned a new word “shaa” (yep, that’s share).

The other words I can think of off-hand are “maa”(more), “up-on”(open), “dawn”(down), “eyesh”(eyes), “lila”(Lily), “lusha”(Lucy), “foo”(food), “dra”(drink-this is her newest), and of course the usual “mama,” “dada,” “bye bye,” “up,” and “nana.” Now, Bella doesn’t just say these words, she understands them! She’ll hand me a water bottle, “up-on”. She’ll want a turn on the push car, “shaa.” She’s chases whoever is going into the kitchen, “foo foo foo.”

Lily is a chatter box too. I’ll try to post a few of the conversations I over hear her having. But I don’t remember her talking this young. The big difference I can see is that Lily had her pacifier until she was 2 years old and Bella got it snatched out of her young hands at 9 months. Of course Lily didn’t walk around with it in her mouth, at 18 months it became a bedtime only item (oh and at church too.) But it was around 2 that Lily’s vocabulary exploded. Whatever the cause, it’s nice having a 15 month old who can express herself. And I’m blown away by the emerging conversations between Lily and Bella. My girls!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Snow Days


I am not much of a cold weather person. I love watching the snow fall. A snow covered yard is beautiful. But I won’t be the first person to say “let’s go out in the snow”. I am not a good skier, feel foolish on a pair of skates, and think sledding is overrated. Climbing up a hill is not my idea of a fun afternoon. In middle and high school, snow days were exciting only because we didn’t have to go to school, not because we got to play in it. I haven’t played in the snow in over 16 years. My recent dealings with snow has been shoveling the driveway and cleaning off the car. Even then I prefer to wait and let my husband do the ‘man work.’ (Did I just let that secret out…probably wasn’t a secret anyways.)

Now that Lily is almost 3, her desire to play in the snow is growing. Her first winter came, I bundled her up, went outside, took a few pictures, then hurry inside. She didn’t want to be out there anymore than I did. Last year, our neighbor introduced Lily to sledding. Lily loved it and I was grateful our young neighbor was more than happy to take Lily down the hill till her heart was content.

This year there have been several snow storms. One of which was yesterday. Now I can only distract Lily for a short time when there is snow outside. I have decided my newest excuse for not liking the snow is all the time it takes to get ready. Dress Lily: pants, socks, snow pants, boots, shirt, sweater, jacket, gloves, hat, hood, mix in there chasing her down to get the next item of clothing on, only to hear I have to pee-pee, which we then have to tear off all the clothes and start over. Then it’s time for Isabella, repeat the whole process, include the chasing. The kids are ready to go, but I still have to get dress. Now this may be my biggest problem, besides a hat, mittens and scarf, I don’t own snow gear. I have to wear jeans with workout pants under them, short sleeve shirt, long sleeve shirt, a hooded sweatshirt and my fleece. Oh yes and 3 pairs of socks, because I don’t own boots. (This provided Lily with a good laugh, “Mommy why you put on 3 socks, you only supposed to wear 1 socks, you so silly mommy.”) Now 30 minutes later, two crying, hot kids and a flustered mom are ready to go out.

I know part of the issue is the age of the girls. Bella is following the same pattern. Last winter she was a newborn and snow wasn’t an option. This year she had fun sledding and being pulled around the yard on the sled, but didn’t want to stand or touch the snow. Right now it’s hard to keep them both entertained with the same activity. Next winter, they’ll be better ages for playing in the snow. When I think of my childhood winters I remember building forts and snowmen, having snowball fights, going sledding, ice skating on the lake. Snow isn’t that bad, with the right gear and positive attitude, right? I just keep saying it until I believe it.
Evidence that I did in fact go out...