6/15/09

Apparently, we read books on the “crouton” and not the futon. He he.

This morning Tristan was sniffly. I asked him if he needed a tissue for his nose. He sniffed once more and said, “no Mama, I’m keeping the boogers in my nose.” Thanks little guy for clearing that up for me.

Genevieve’s verbal progress:

Genevieve still only sort of has words. She says, “Mama” but most of the time it’s more like “mamamamamaaaa,” so does that mean I can claim it? I’m not sure, especially when she chooses these sounds for the soundtrack of an entire day, “Maamaamamama.” At some point she’s probably not singing about how great I am.

She sometimes says “momomo.” This fits when she’s in the high chair and I can tell she’s still hungry and actually wants more, but again, is this coincidence or for real?

“Bye, bye,” or really, “ba ba” with an accompanying waving hand does happen once in a while, so I think she officially has “bye, bye” down. It’s not dependable and when it happens, more often than not, it’s after the person she’s supposed to be waving to finally turns their back to walk out to a car or the door closes. I promise, she does it.

Lastly, besides “bye, bye” I think her next real word will be “ball.” She loves playing with balls and makes the sound “ba ba ba” at the appropriate times. Sorry Daddy, you’ve been upstaged by a round, rolling toy!

Just an added tidbit:

I’m secretly (well, I guess not so secretly since I’m posting this to the world) happy that she is trying to say ball instead of babydoll or princess. We’re trying to be pretty equal on the toys we introduce; we have blocks and babies, a train table and a kitchen, etc. I don’t want to pigeon-hole my kids into gender-specific roles or interests. Judging from friends’ kids we may be forced into all things princess at some point and I’m not sure that I will be able to truly embrace the cuteness of small children dressed in sparkles and plastic high heels, or just smile and nod at my daughter while I get sick inside. I was not a fan of Barbie (I’m guessing this is the generational equivalent of the princess craze). After you dress them up, what fun are they? What do you do with them (besides the you-no-what with Ken, even if you don’t know what the you-know-what is!)? Lame toy. However, I loved babies and playing ‘Mommy’ and I loved playing with my dollhouse. I would make up stories in each of those settings. I guess this could have been done with Barbies, but since I only had one and the rest of the world had a whole collection, complete with tons of clothes, the mansion, and the sportscar, maybe I just subconsciously was jealous and made up my mind that they were stupid. At some point, somehow, my one Barbie’s hair got cut into a short, spiky ‘do with crazy rockstar, single huge-curl bangs. I honestly can’t say whether it was me or Adam that did that. It couldn’t have been “sweet, little, innocent Renae.” Ha! The words (or implied opinion) of my parents… Okay, well really, I doubt that it was her because for the most part, that description rang, and still rings pretty true. Love ya, Nae Nae! For what it’s worth I think it was me and I thought that haircut was edgy and looked really cool. I also cut Adam’s hair and to this day, I hold the opinion that “the layers” looked awesome (Karate Kid layers for a visual).

*And yeah, GI Joe and He-Man can co-exist along side a dollhouse family; a My Little Pony and a Mon-chi-chi can be the family pets, and GI Joe’s jeep and the old Fisher-Price airplane can be the family vehicles! We sure had some fun together when we were little!