A recent trip saw we-the-family enjoying a long car ride and the subsequent conversation that usually happens on longer than your average trip to Target car rides.
We'd been camping and discussing the wildlife we saw on our adventure.
Cardinals, snakes, orb weavers, armadillos, raccoon, and squirrels.
"Mama, are squirrels food?" asked Boo's big sister.
"Well," replied Mama, "some people consider them a food source".
"Mama?" she asked again. "But, Mama, do *we* eat squirrels?"
"NO!" shouted the baby, without pause, from the backseat.
The rest of the family was shocked, stunned into silence and then laughter.
It was the loudest "no" we-the-family have ever heard. In fact, it could possibly have been the loudest, clearest, statement of anything we've heard from our tiny Isla.
And she is, of course, correct. *We* do not eat squirrels.
"Iwah nah eah woowuhs".
Showing posts with label two. Show all posts
Showing posts with label two. Show all posts
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
a carnivore
"Meahhh. Baawwl."
That's the phonetic pronunciation of Bun Baby's new favorite food. Her own very deliberate articulation of those words is much cuter than one could convey with words. Some diligent parent ought to record it. (Seriously, I just had to backspace the words "video tape" before the "it". O.L.D. But I digress.)
She had her first taste of the ball-o-meat at a Sunday night church dinner - the kind complete with butter beans, homemade breads, meat in both loaf and ball forms and a variety of macaroni and cheese. These particular meatballs were smothered in some kind of yummy brown gravy, and the bitty boo ate them like candy.
Ever since, she's enjoyed them at home, too, albeit without the yummy brown sauce. And she eats them with gusto, shoving the entire ball into her mouth at once.
We-the-parents are so pleased that Isla has added something to her daily diet of pasta, salad dressing and shaky cheese, and continue to stock a large stash of the turkey-ball variety in the freezer.
In other meat-related updates, Isla also enjoys Thai pork chops with jalapeno, honey cured ham (thinly sliced, no bread), and Jimmy John's roast beef.
Don't be left out! Enjoy your own meatball here.
That's the phonetic pronunciation of Bun Baby's new favorite food. Her own very deliberate articulation of those words is much cuter than one could convey with words. Some diligent parent ought to record it. (Seriously, I just had to backspace the words "video tape" before the "it". O.L.D. But I digress.)
She had her first taste of the ball-o-meat at a Sunday night church dinner - the kind complete with butter beans, homemade breads, meat in both loaf and ball forms and a variety of macaroni and cheese. These particular meatballs were smothered in some kind of yummy brown gravy, and the bitty boo ate them like candy.
Ever since, she's enjoyed them at home, too, albeit without the yummy brown sauce. And she eats them with gusto, shoving the entire ball into her mouth at once.
We-the-parents are so pleased that Isla has added something to her daily diet of pasta, salad dressing and shaky cheese, and continue to stock a large stash of the turkey-ball variety in the freezer.
In other meat-related updates, Isla also enjoys Thai pork chops with jalapeno, honey cured ham (thinly sliced, no bread), and Jimmy John's roast beef.
Don't be left out! Enjoy your own meatball here.
Friday, August 31, 2012
out of the crib
and into a bed. A Big Girl Bed. A bed that big girls sleep in.
But she is only two. Two and a few weeks. Still so little.
It had to happen. She has been miserable sleeping for nearly all of her life, and we couldn't think of continuing the scream-fest that has been her bedtime much longer. We also couldn't think of continuing the sleep-on-daddy-fest that has been ongoing for weeks, too. The little couch in the playroom just isn't big enough for a grown man to sleep on, much less a grown man trying to hold onto a wiggly-even-in-her-sleep two year old.
So last night, we-the-parents raced around to the mattress store and the general store and picked out and picked up a twin-box-spring to go beneath the twin mattress we already owned, and a brand new set of Big Girl Bedding. After dinner, we-the-family got her all set up.
And last night, sweet baby Bun, all of two years, one month and eighteen days, slept in her Big Girl Bed. All night long. Without waking once. Even though we had to enter her room twice after we'd put her down (think hard to turn door knob, squeaky no matter what we do to them hinges, feet that are louder than we mean them to be, etc.) - once to get the cat out and a second time to cover her up.
Not a peep did she make. All night. There was just one thunk, and that was it.
This morning, sometime after eight (!), the bitty Bun woke and cried.
As her mother tried to wake her big sister, who'd asked to be the first to greet the baby in the morning, there was a tiny knock at the little sister's door.
From inside the door.
And when her mother opened the door, there was the bitty Bun, standing in cold bare feet, with a cold little neck and cold little ears and cold little hands and carpet marks on her face from the spot on the floor where she'd spent most of the night.
She even walked me over and pointed to the exact place where she slumbered.
Guess we should've entered a third time to check on the thunk.
Sleep sweet Big Little Two Year Old Isla.
But she is only two. Two and a few weeks. Still so little.
It had to happen. She has been miserable sleeping for nearly all of her life, and we couldn't think of continuing the scream-fest that has been her bedtime much longer. We also couldn't think of continuing the sleep-on-daddy-fest that has been ongoing for weeks, too. The little couch in the playroom just isn't big enough for a grown man to sleep on, much less a grown man trying to hold onto a wiggly-even-in-her-sleep two year old.
So last night, we-the-parents raced around to the mattress store and the general store and picked out and picked up a twin-box-spring to go beneath the twin mattress we already owned, and a brand new set of Big Girl Bedding. After dinner, we-the-family got her all set up.
And last night, sweet baby Bun, all of two years, one month and eighteen days, slept in her Big Girl Bed. All night long. Without waking once. Even though we had to enter her room twice after we'd put her down (think hard to turn door knob, squeaky no matter what we do to them hinges, feet that are louder than we mean them to be, etc.) - once to get the cat out and a second time to cover her up.
Not a peep did she make. All night. There was just one thunk, and that was it.
This morning, sometime after eight (!), the bitty Bun woke and cried.
As her mother tried to wake her big sister, who'd asked to be the first to greet the baby in the morning, there was a tiny knock at the little sister's door.
From inside the door.
And when her mother opened the door, there was the bitty Bun, standing in cold bare feet, with a cold little neck and cold little ears and cold little hands and carpet marks on her face from the spot on the floor where she'd spent most of the night.
She even walked me over and pointed to the exact place where she slumbered.
Guess we should've entered a third time to check on the thunk.
Sleep sweet Big Little Two Year Old Isla.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
two.
Twenty-four months (and a few days as of this post) cute. And cuter by the moment.
Poosie-pants, as she is often known around here, is currently napping happily in her crib. She has not quite recovered from her birthday celebrations which included a week's worth of beach days, time at the park, special one-on-one time with her mama, new dresses, shopping for a new ball, lunch at her favorite island haunt with her sweet friends, playtime with her Dadoo and big sister, a trip to the bookstore, "skebbie", her favorite movie ("woof-woof"), a boat ride with those same friends, candles, a crown, cake and a pile of presents.
In the words of her big sister, 'May we present, ....... Isla!'
Poosie-pants, as she is often known around here, is currently napping happily in her crib. She has not quite recovered from her birthday celebrations which included a week's worth of beach days, time at the park, special one-on-one time with her mama, new dresses, shopping for a new ball, lunch at her favorite island haunt with her sweet friends, playtime with her Dadoo and big sister, a trip to the bookstore, "skebbie", her favorite movie ("woof-woof"), a boat ride with those same friends, candles, a crown, cake and a pile of presents.
In the words of her big sister, 'May we present, ....... Isla!'
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