Trouble

Lola's latest trick - pointing to the stomach of any woman, of any size, and saying "baby". I think it comes from some confusion stemming from belly buttons (which she calls a baby but). Either way, it's mortifying.



Showing off her own "baby but".

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I just realized . . .

Remember that weird girl in middle school gym class that would change out into her gym clothes in the bathroom stall instead of the locker room like all the other normal and perhaps more well-adjusted girls?  Yeah.  That's still me. 

Towelettes

Why are towels at the gym so small?  I consider there to be three essentially private areas that I would like to keep covered with a towel when I walk to the shower.  If I can only cover one at time - that makes things difficult for me.  Perhaps that is what they use for motivation around this gym . . . it's probably hanging somewhere on the locker room wall: "Hey, if you lost a few pounds that towel might at least cover two of your three so-called private areas. Best of luck."

More Brushing Problems

I probably should have guessed that this problem would manifest itself in a few additional ways down the line.  We baked apple pie this past weekend.  Lola helped by dumping the ingredients into the bowl, mix-mix-mixing, and using the pastry brush to brush the egg wash . . . . into her hair.  On a side note, the pie turned out really good and I highly recommend the Southern Living recipe. 

Desensitization

Desensitization: that is what it's called when you expose someone to their fears in order to desensitize them and ultimately reduce/eliminate the fear.  It's your basic cognitive psychology.  And it's exactly what I must have been subconsciously attempting to do to Lola when I purchased 2nd row tickets to Elmo Live.  Regardless, it seemed to work. Although she almost climbed right back inside of me when Telly Monster came to our row, by the end of the show she was loving it - singing and (sort of) dancing/swaying along.  She talked about the "Elmo Show" all the way home and seems to have no lasting psychological damage (at least as far as we can tell.) 

A double scoop, please

During a vocabulary lesson with one of my students recently, we came across the word "Cosmopolitan."  I asked if he had any idea what the word meant and received an emphatic "no".  I asked him to think about ANY context in which he may have heard that word in the past (expecting perhaps a reference to the magazine, the drink, or a cosmopolitan area.)  Instead I got - ice cream. 
No darling, that NEApolitan.  Nice try. 

Verbatim

The following is the conversation that Lola had with herself in the car on the way home from school yesterday.
House. House. Puppy house. Daddy house. Home. Daddy home.  Daddy fly. Plane. Plane fly. Fly. Baby Sam Fly. Baby Sam. Sam. Jacob. Jacob. Baby Sam. Baby Daddy. Craig. Baby Sam. Babies. Puppies. Puppy house. Puppy (panting). Tony. Tony Papa. Tony hugs. Tony kisses. Kisses. Daddy kisses. Babies. Baby seat. Baby rock. Up up down. Up up down. Lovey. Lovey up up down. Lovey hug. Hugs. Mommy hugs. Mommy chicken. Chicken. Bok bok bok. Mommy chicken. Mommy duck. Happy duck. Quack quack. Sad. Sad duck. Frog. Hop hop hop. Jump. Jump lovey jump. Jump jump jump. Puppy jump (panting). 

It went on like this for a good 10 minutes.  The "happy duck" and "sad duck" are from a puppet show we saw.  Tony is the Barden's dog who was visiting with them this past week.  I don't how she knows I'm chicken - but she's apparently an excellent judge of character.

The Grass is Aways Greener

We had playgroup and lunch with our ortho, etc. friends today.  At lunch, I had everything I could possible need for Lola.  Lola's juice, Lola's puffs, Lola's hummus, Lola's pita. 
And what did she want?
Sawyer's juice, Sawyer's crackers, Sawyer's banana, Sawyer's veggies. 

Thank goodness Sawyer is a good sharer!  Thanks for keeping us calm and satisfied at lunch, Sweet Sawyer - and Happy First Birthday!