Annmarie is quite the Chatty Cathy these days. Half the time I have no idea what she’s saying. Our daycare provider recently told us that she can speak Greek (the provider is Greek) and English. They commented that she was “so smart” because they’d say something in Greek to her one day and she’d recall the word the next day. I’m sure they tell all the parents their kids are smart but Jeremy and I really do think that AM is a damn genius.
Lately she’s been into saying and doing a few things:
Cleaning. She takes a baby wipe and starts wiping down surfaces in the house (coffee table, trash can, walls). She declares that she’s “cleaning” although it sounds more like “kee-ying”. It took me a bit to understand what she was trying to say.
Sorry. When she does something that warrants an apology, she has started to say “sorry”. But she says it in a very “Gilly” from SNL kind of way (where you know she’s not actually sorry):
Plus she pronounces it “sowwy”.
Airplanes. We now live pretty close to an airport. It isn’t house shaking close or anything but we see quite a few planes during the day. She loves to point to them and yell, “Pane!” But now she says, “Hi, Pane!” or “Bye, Pane!” and waves.
All Done/Gone. Whenever she’s finished something (doing something, eating something), she’ll declare, “All done.” This isn’t really new but now our commute consists of driving through a tunnel. Every time we get through the tunnel, she yells, “All done!”
I did it! This is my new favorite. She’s been lining up her toys in weird ways and when she’s done, she yells (with arms in the air), “I did it!” I f’n love this kid.
Do pumpkin patches even exist anymore? Last year we went to a “pumpkin patch” and it was really just a farm that had some pumpkins on a table. They offered some other kiddie activities but it wasn’t a patch like I envisioned (and perhaps my assumption stems from Charlie Brown).
This year I was determined to go to a better “patch”. Lots of local parents recommended this particular farm so we decided to check it out this past Sunday. And again, it was a farm with a TON of kiddie activities but their pumpkins were all in bins in a tent. Really? Where is a damn patch around here?
Here are some pics from the farm. It was actually pretty cute and they definitely catered to entertaining small kids. I’d go back but I still want to find an actual patch.
They had a mini maze and Annmarie LOVED it:
You could sort of feed goats (but they were separated by 2 layers of fence. This was probably to protect the children AND the goats. Annmarie definitely wanted to get closer.
There was a mini tractor pull thing. Jeremy rode in the cart with AM because he was sure she would just jump out of it (something she tends to do if she is “done” with something):
There were little play areas that I likened to Thunderdome. Small children are rough with each other!:
There was a slide (and it took several attempts to try to get Annmarie to realize that she couldn’t walk up the slide portion…):
And of course the obligatory insert your head into these photo op things:
Lastly – we tried to get her to pick some pumpkins. She went for ones she couldn’t lift at first:
But then found one more her size…
And I’ll end this pointless photo post with a rare photo of Annmarie actually participating and embracing the belly photo. This was taken on Monday. I am 28 weeks along…
While I keep trying to stay positive about the move to my mom’s (an extra set of helping hands!), there are some things that I’m dreading.
She has turned my daughter into the cookie monster.
Granted, AM learned the word “cookie” from us (I’m assuming). But she knows that grandma will give her a cookie (or lollipop) if she asks for it. Unfortunately for us, AM can perfectly express that she wants a cookie now.
Btw – we totally let her have a cookie here and there. My mom? She will give AM as many cookies as she asks for (especially if we’re not in the room). It is hard to resist though because her saying “cookie” is (in my humble opinion) one of the cutest things in the world right now.
Isn’t this ridiculously warm and sunny weather glorious? And isn’t this ridiculous pollen awful? I washed my car on Friday (and if you know me, you know that I never wash my car) because I couldn’t stand the pollen and weird tree sap that was all over my car. 3 days later and my car is covered in pollen again. And this is why I never bother washing my car. What’s the point?
As I struggle to keep my eyes open (allergies = incredibly dry eyes), I’m just going to make this an Annmarie-centric post. Sorry to people that don’t care. But to my friends, at least I’m not one of those parents from STFU, parents that posts 100 status updates all about my baby. Or at least I’m trying not to be. I think that is my goal – never to be like one of the parents featured on STFU, parents (unless I’m getting a gold star for being awesome).
I bring you cell phone pictures! I really feel like parent of year. We used to be super into taking photos but I just don’t have it in me sometimes to pull out the DSLR then upload, edit, and organize pictures.
AM goes back and forth with being afraid of or into this zhu zhu pet. I think she’s afraid of it because it moves independently on its own (so I guess maybe she thinks it is real?). I try to hold and and the zhu zhu pet to show her that it is harmless. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.
AM enjoys standing by the front door and watching all of the action outside. We do this around the time Jeremy gets home.
She decided that she was bored just waiting so she went back and forth to her toy box to bring toys into the doorway.
And like so many people, we tried to enjoy the great outdoors this weekend. We stopped into Children’s Place on Sunday so I could exchange something. Jeremy put these sunglasses on AM’s face and she kept them on for a long time in the store. This was kind of shocking since she hates wearing things on her face and head. I, of course, had to buy these sunglasses.
And of course, she wouldn’t keep these on her face at the park. She also went back and forth with wanting to stay in the stroller.
And lastly, it seems AM gets the concept of eating with utensils. She certainly did not learn how to use a fork from me. I just handed it to her so she could play with it. I was shocked when she actually started to use it properly. I guess daycare has been teaching her? Or AM’s a genius. Either or.
Confession: Sometimes I feel like a bad parent. Here are some shining examples:
Example 1: My daughter bites and hits other kids. I feel like it is somehow my fault. Someone had asked me if I thought it was because she was in daycare. I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I certainly don’t encourage her to bite and hit. I don’t bite or hit Jeremy. And since that comment, I have found myself overly apologetic every time she hits someone.
Example 2: I just happened to notice some new teeth in AM (upper molar and upper canine). She had been waking up at off times and acting a little clingy. I feel bad that I didn’t realize that she was in pain/discomfort.
Example 3: One of the daycare moms was very proud of the fact that she got the provider to keep the TV turned off. I never thought it was that big of a deal (especially since every time I picked up AM, they were all playing outside). But the fact that I wasn’t vigilant about it (or concerned about it) makes me feel bad. Although Jeremy said (and I couldn’t agree more) that all he really cared about was that she was in a place where she was being loved and cared for.
Example 4: I never finished AM’s “1st year” baby book. I can’t even remember the developmental milestone dates anymore.
Example 5: We’ve been trying to keep up “monthly” pictures (similar to our weekly pictures) but keep missing the boat on taking them. her 13 month pic was more like a “13 1/2 month pic”.
Example 6: For those of you wondering if we’ll ever let AM try meat? She ate some dog food over the weekend. No, we didn’t feed it to her. She’s incredibly fast and our dogs are now incredibly slow at eating their food. We usually try to keep AM out of the kitchen when the dogs are eating (because she usually terrorizes them) but didn’t at this particular time. She then picked up a piece of mushy dog food and put it in her mouth. She’s had meat. She didn’t like it. And while I feel a little bad about her eating a piece of dog food, I was more amused by it than anything. So yes, we are parents of the year.
Got any confessions or examples of bad parenting you want to share?