Hugs for everyone!

 

There are so many things I love about my daughter, some are obvious, typical 2-3 year old traits, some not so much. For instance, the way she says certain words, like calling her friend across the street Briley when her name is Riley, or how she rarely calls Logan by his name and just says “Baby B10333455_10152762065615940_1632903796570632761_orother.”

There are a million others that I can’t think of, and oftentimes I have her repeat silly or unusual phrases just to hear how she’ll interpret and repeat them. And I can watch her talk to and play with her stuffed animals, princesses, barbies, etc. for hours while they act out random scenarios.

I think these are fairly common, but she is extremely particular about the most random things, wanting to do it by herself, her way, in a certain order. And she’s a super picky eater, which leads to some interesting and taxing mealtimes.

Some of the cute and silly things she does are more subtle and unique to her, like her adorably infectious laugh or when she sings a song normal then fast then raps it then whispers it, all within 30 seconds.

Speaking of songs, I’ve been at Sweetwater for just a few weeks now and I’m one of like 5 out of the 900 employees that doesn’t have an ounce of musical talent. The best I can do is make up lyrics to the tune of random songs, usually to something Hannah’s been singing recently.

HoweIMG_3745ver, I think and hope Hannah will get into music. She loves to sing, most toddlers do I imagine, and when she’s a little older I think we plan to have her start taking piano and/or other music lessons. I can’t imagine anything that will make me prouder than to one day see her on a stage playing a piano or guitar while singing a song, and call me a softy, but I already know I’ll be in tears.

What made me think of this topic is we were at the softball park tonight and she spotted a handful of 2-4 year olds playing together and she excitedly says “there’s my friends! Come on Daddy, let’s go see my friends.” She didn’t know them, but you wouldn’t guess   that. This happens every time we’re at the park or any playground. Everyone is her friend.

I know there are some potential drawbacks to this. First and foremost is “stranger danger” – she’ll just go up and hug any mom she sees, or adult women in general really. We go get a donut every Sunday morning and she always hugs the girls working there before we leave.

She’s a little more wary of men, thank goodness, but still, at some point she’ll have to learn people have boundaries. Until then I just shrug my shoulders and smile, hoping the people aren’t offended or lepers. Another sad thing to think about is she’s going to get her feelings hurt easily when she gets a little older and not every kid wants to play with her. That will crush us to see, but that’s life.

You know what else she’s obsessed with right now? Bugs. Potato bugs. Spiders. Flies. And especially worms and ants. She loves nothing more than to walk around the mulch beds or anywhere there’s dirt and dig for worms. She hugs them. She talks to them. Then she puts them in the yard “in their home” when she’s done.

11088229_10152630437680940_7476979560827857102_nUnfortunately for the ants, they don’t get off so easy. The only way she knows how to pick them up is to basically squash them with her finger, and then she’s holds it up and says “look, I pick him up!” We try to tell her it hurts the ants, but she just doesn’t get it. So, sorry all you ant lovers out there, don’t call PETA on us. We trying to teach her respect for living things, but her attention span and memory are as fleeting as the butterflies she chases.

So that’s what Hannah’s up to as she approaches her 3rd birthday. She’s tolerating her baby brother more and more, but definitely doesn’t like it when he’s got both Sam and my attention at the same time. I think as she gets a little older she’ll be more helpful, she’s got such a loving heart there’s no doubt she’s going to be a great big sister.

 

June 6, 2015. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. 1 comment.

KeyGate: Anyone seen my keys?

I’ve recently asserted that Hannah has a funnybone. What we didn’t realize is that she’s actually a serial prankster. Look at this photo. These keys were missing for a week before on a whim I decided to look closely at her toy collection to see if they were somehow mixed up in the bins. And there they are, sitting in the ball-shooter-upper-machine.IMG_1427

I have a couple of theories on why she did this.

  1. She’s protesting our comings and goings. We live fairly busy lives, I tend to overcommit to various activities, and there are times when we may not get to spend as much time at home with Hannah as we’d like. Now, I’d like to think we make up for that with the excessive amount of love, hugs, kisses, treats, and praise we shower on her daily. Maybe that’s not enough. Maybe she’s saying, “Hey parents, you think you can just come and go as you please, without my permission or blessing? Well think again.” Fortunately for us she’s not even 2 so she doesn’t understand the concept of having spares.
  2. She’s practicing to be a magician and this was a magic trick gone wrong. We have no idea when she took Sam’s keys from her purse or off the counter and placed them in the toy. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe it was just part of her act and she just made them disappear from spot A and reappear in spot B. Again, she’s not even 2, so we shouldn’t be surprised if the trick doesn’t work every time.

What I do know is replacing keys in the year 2014 is expensive. The dealerships should be ashamed at their prices. I’ve had to resort to Amazon to purchase a new key fob, and luckily a locksmith friend referred me to a guy who apparently has a machine that no other locksmith has within 3 states. It’s like we’re trying to reproduce the key to a damn spaceship.

People have been very helpful by the way. Someone suggested we have a hook to hang our keys on. Yep, have one of those. “Where did you have them last?” someone else asked. At home, exactly where the car that I drove them with is. It’s great that we have technology that allows us to unlock, lock, and start our vehicles from a distance. But by now shouldn’t they be able to do that without the actual key costing almost as much as a car payment? My guess is they can, but how would they make more money doing that?

I’m convinced the auto industry bailout was a hoax, GM actually got their finances straight by stealing everyone’s keys. On second  thought, they probably paid a bunch of mischievous toddlers to do the dirty work for them! Someone call Edward Snowden and let’s get to the bottom of this.

Some quick updates on Hannah as we approach her 2nd birthday:

  • She’s counting to 10 and even recognizes the numbers 1-9 out of order. We’re impressed by that. But we’re biased.
  • She’s piecing together the ABC’s and loves the song.
  • She sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Let it Go quite often. And it never, ever fails to bring a smile to our faces.
  • She also loves Itsy Bitsy Spider, The Wheels on the Bus, Ring Around the Rosie.
  • She loves the piano. I hope she has a knack for music, that’s a talent Sam nor I have.
  • She weighs a little over 30 lbs and seems to tower over other kids her age and older.
  • It’s not all sunshine and roses. She’s got a temper like a rattlesnake and flips her demeanor by the minute, sometimes by the second.
  • There’s no greater sound in the world to Sam or me than her laugh. It absolutely melts me and I will resort to the goofiest, dumbest tactics to get it out of her.
  • She pretty much lives on mac n cheese, cheesy rice, and milk at home. Oh, she’ll eat just about anything at Vicki’s (her wonderful babysitter), grandmas’, or anywhere Sam and I are not. And she won’t let us put anything in her hair, yet she’d probably let Godzilla give her a ponytail. Yeah yeah, we know, she walks all over us, we’re working on it.

May 30, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings, Updates. 2 comments.

(Unintentional) Violence is not the answer

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I know we’re not the only ones with a nearly two year old who can lose her mind at the drop of the hat for seemingly little or no reason at all. Hence these websites: reasonsmysoniscrying.com and themetapicture.com/why-my-kid-is-crying/. Funny stuff. And it’s pretty normal, from what we can tell, especially when they still can’t quite communicate verbally as clearly as we or they’d like. Hannah has had a few meltdowns lately, she’s been fighting a stomach bug and the discomfort and lack of appetite causes her to be crankier than usual, you know like the Snickers commercials.

However, I’m here to address a distant cousin of that behavior – the joy of causing mom and dad pain. Toddlers love cause and effect. I throw down my cup, mom or dad picks it up. I scatter food everywhere and Cleo comes scrambling. We do our best to not reinforce it, or worse, giggle, but it’s tough. But I’ve never, in my life, laughed through so much physical pain.

Here’s a rundown from just the last couple of weeks. Pulling mommy’s hair (to Hannah’s defense, there’s a lot there to grab!) causes a shriek. Grabbing daddy’s cheeks with both hands like a zombie grandma gets a loud “ow ow ow”! The past two weeks I’ve sported battle wounds from sharp little nails on my forehead, cheeks, and the back of the neck (riding the horse is fun!). She damn near poked my eyeball out while practicing anatomy identification. Every time it happens we try not to encourage it, but her adorable smile and infectious chuckle just melts us. We’re suckers and we know it. The worst of it, though, happened about 10 minutes before the Super Bowl this past weekend.

Sam was innocently helping Hannah pick up her books. As Sam lay there on her back Hannah walked up with “Time for Bed Sleepyhead“, a 1/2 inch board book that weighs a good 2-3 pounds, and gave it to mommy. Unfortunately, she didn’t just hand it to her, she dropped it with the binding straight down and Sam caught it with her face. Right on the nose. I was in the kitchen cleaning up and heard a little yelp and a meek “Jacob” and looked to see Sam rushing to the bathroom face in her hands. Hannah just smiled and watched having no idea what she’d done (at least we hope). I didn’t realize what happened until I went into the bathroom where, much to my concern, I saw blood everywhere. On the toilet. On the floor and the counter. Looked like a scene right out a movie that you wouldn’t watch past midnight. Later we saw it all over the light switch.

Luckily for Sam it just caught her right on the tip – easy for me to say because it wasn’t my nose, we all know how much it hurts to get hit in the sniffer – and caused a lot of bleeding, but evidently no breakage or serious damage. Of course Hannah went into hysterics because mommy was upset and in pain and couldn’t pick her up and daddy was rushing around getting towels and ice. After a few minutes the ladies of the house were calmed down and back to normal, but for a minute you’d think you walked into a barroom brawl!

We know we have a lot of work to do to curb the innocent, but painful  acts of our curious little hellion, and I’ve heard from those who have boys that Hannah’s antics are mild in comparison, but for right now one of our biggest struggles is suppressing the humor we find in her destructive ways. Who knows, the girl just might have a future in physical comedy, we just need her to smash watermelons and not our faces!

February 5, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Observations and musings. Leave a comment.

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