For the record ...

I weighed my littles this morning just for fun.  Here’s what I found.

Robyn (2 yrs. 3 mo.) = 26 lbs.
Henry (7 mo.) = 24 lbs.

Fat baby.  (We like to call him our Chunkapotamus.)

More Kid-Speak

Foofie on Mushrooms: When I taste them, they don’t feel good.  [expressing a food-texture issue, not commenting on the emotions of the mushrooms]

Luke on Greek Gods: There is a bad god who comes to take people away and he is called Hasty.  [or Hades – whichever]

Kid-Speak

Here are a few new words and conversations from around our house.

“Canamul” (you know, they’re brown, have humps, live in the desert and eat each other).  Foofie was coloring some canamuls in her workbook yesterday.

Here’s another one that’s not new, but I wanted to make sure I got it recorded for posterity.  I always thought they just got the words reversed and were saying “hanger coats”.  However, their vocabulary was much more functional than I realized.  They were actually saying “hang-yer coats”.  Which explains why they were so resistant to reversing the words; “coat hang-yers” makes so much less sense (unless you’re Yoda).

Foofie was going potty before bed last night.
Foofie: (pointing to the plunger sitting next to the toilet) I hope the beach has one of these.
Mama: (puzzled – I never catch on to Foofie’s logic at first pass) What do you mean?
Foofie: Well, I hope the beach has one in case I start to fall off of the potty.
Mama: (still not totally understanding, but guessing that this could be amusing) Why is that?
Foofie: Well, one time when we were at the beach, I had to go potty and I started to fall off the potty and I looked around for one of these and they didn’t have one, so I just had to use the wall to get me back on the potty.
[OK, so “the beach” means “the beach house we stayed at in November”.  And, apparently she has always thought that the purpose of a plunger is to have a stick nearby to give you leverage should you start to slide off the potty.]

Where Bo-Bo?

Robyn is now able to string enough words together to be able to play peek-a-boo … mostly with a delighted baby brother!  Here I convinced here to sit still on the sofa long enough to capture her doing it on video a couple of times.  I can’t decide which one I love more, so you get to see them both.  Click the still to go to the videos.  (She’s saying “Where Bo-Bo … Boo!”)

MIA

We have one missing in action … a tooth, that is!  Yesterday, Luke was eating an apple at lunch and swallowed his bottom front tooth!  He wasn’t even aware (nor was I) that one was loose.  He was momentarily chagrinned at not getting to actually see or hold the tooth, but that disappointment quickly fled when I told him that I was sure the Tooth Fairy would still reimburse him for his loss.  Click on the photo below to see a couple more pics and a video of him calling James Tan to tell him of the adventure.  I actually took the video by accident when trying to capture a still shot, but I uploaded it anyway because it was kinda funny the segment of conversation I snagged!



After the tooth came out, the empty space was bleeding, he had blood on his lips, blood on his fingers, blood on the apple, blood on the rim of his cup and poor Foofie, who is very blood-shy (to put it mildly) was about to have a panic attack on the bench next to him.  I gave him a paper towel so that he could clean himself up (for his sister’s sake).  Later, Foofie was clearly having a flashback of the traumatic moment when she was clearing her place, because she said, “I wish I didn’t have any blood.  I don’t like blood.”

Luke called James Tan, Uncle Ben, Nannie and Auntie Donna to share the adventure.  Daddy is on a business trip and Luke finally got to tell him the news this morning (hence the reason I couldn’t post the photos yesterday).  I recently told the children a story about the first time I lost a tooth, tried to brush it clean for the Tooth Fairy and lost it down the drain.  My father graciously opened up the sink u-bend, found the tooth and asked me please not to brush my lost teeth any more.  I think Luke was thinking of this story when he explained to Auntie Donna that he didn’t think it would be a good plan to open him up to try to find the tooth, “I think it would take too long and be kinda messy.”  Funny.

Wow.  I’ve experienced a lot of teeth-coming-in moments.  Have I now been a Mommy long enough to begin the teeth-coming-out phase?  Where did the last six years go?  J

The Winter Report

Foofie: This is just the right winter to go outside!
Mama: Oh?  Why is that?
Foofie: Because this is such a nice day.
Mama: (realizing that “winter” must mean “weather”) So do you think winter hot or cold?
Foofie: Well, I think that winter is hot.  Because I heard someone in a video say that winter is bad.  And that means hot.
Mama: So is cold good?
Foofie: Well some kinds of cold are not so good.  But this kind of cold is good.
(It’s about 60 here today and sunny so yea, this is the right kind of winter to go outside!)

More Foofisms

Foofie: When he spits up and you come and clean-up it, that’s good, because it makes your Henry unfat.
Mama: Oh, how does that make him unfat?
Foofie: Because you’re taking milk away from him.
Duh.

Foofie: (standing in the doorway to the bathroom) What is that noise I hear when I wake up in the morning but not when I go to bed at night?
Mama: (totally mystified) I don’t know.  What does it sound like?
Foofie: It sounds like a fish.
We finally figured out that it was the sound of the air coming out of the heating vent in the ceiling.  Still no idea why that sounds like a fish.  Any thoughts?

Thinking Inside the Box

Just had to take pictures of this.  Everybody found a box to get in for school work today.  So funny.  What is it about kids and boxes?















Oh yea, and just for the sake of equal air time, here are my other two scholars.  (Later at lunch time.)

Unlikely

Mama: We are going to wait for Lukey, because we don’t want him to miss the movie.
Foofie: Well, I don’t think Lukey will want to watch Signing Time.
Mama: Well, he may.  So we are going to wait.
Foofie: Yea.  Probably he will, and probably he won’t.

More Noises

On Sunday we were on the way home from church.  We turned a corner and headed down the street when Foofie began to ask me a question.  It is hard to hear her from her seat in the back of the van.  By the time I figured out what she was saying, the context was long gone, but we finally pieced together what she was trying to ask.

Foofie: Mama, why do I still hear that peacock noise?
Mama: I don’t know what you mean, Foofie.  What peacock noise?
Foofie: When that little green arrow comes off and on.
Mama: Do you mean the turn signal? (I turned it on so she could hear the noise.)
Foofie: Yes.  Why did I still hear it?

Eventually I figured out that she wanted to know why the turn signal was still on even after we began to turn.  I gave a quick explanation about the mechanism that turns off the turn signal when the wheel is straightened again, not when it begins to turn.  But then I wanted to loop around and find out more about her choice of words.

Mama: But why did you call it a “peacock” noise?
Foofie: Because it sounds like a peacock.

I couldn’t think of any time Foofie – or I, myself, for that matter – had ever heard a peacock making noise.  How did she know what a peacock sounded like?  And what would bring that to mind today?  It wasn’t until later when sharing this story with someone else that the comment was made, “Oh yea, it does kind of sound like ‘pea-cock’ doesn’t it?”  Of course.  She wasn’t saying that the turn signal sounded like the noise a peacock makes, she was saying that it sounded like the word peacock!

I just had to get this story in writing, because it is so quintessentially Foofie.  This is a perfect sample of the way Foofie thinks … and how long it often takes the rest of us to catch on!