March 11, 2007

(Another old one)

Philip's daycare called... and apparently he lost a boot playing in the back yard.
They searched for almost an hour, but couldn't find it.

March 12:

No boot found yet.
Sean dug around for 1/2hr last night, and only found his sock.

He offered our caregiver's kids (there's 3 of them) a $10 reward for finding the boot. We'll see if they have any luck!

In the meantime, my friend lent me a beautiful pair of her daughter's two-tone bubble-gum pink boots. I marketed them to Philip as "boot-searching boots", which will help him find his own green boot. Fortunately, he's totally oblivious to gender stereotypes, (which, I'm sure will only last until he starts school in December) so he put them on eagerly this morning, ready to hunt for his boot.

April 3, 2008


So, our caregiver found the boot yesterday. Almost a month later.
In the backyard, in a corner up against a fence. Full of snow/ice.
It sat on her furnace vent thing all night, and Sean brought it home this morning to put on our radiators, because Philip is really excited to wear his green boots again.

I like happy endings.

Actually...

Another old one:

I haven't posted about many of the ridiculous words Clara picks up, but they just sound SO funny on a not-even-two yr old, that I can't help laughing about them.

The newest one?
Actually. (Sounds like Ah-shoo-wee)

And she uses it in context.

"Actually, it's my turn."

"Actually, Philip did it."

"Actually mummy, it's yucky."

Fun.

Another old one dug up, from the summer:

Clara had her 18 month checkup today. Including vaccinations.

She's screaming her eyes out about all of it - being weighed, being measured, and of course the needles.

I find talking to her and asking her questions often helps with this kind of stuff, because she needs to stop screaming to answer me.

So I'm asking her:

Me: Clara, did you get a needle?
Clara: Uh-huuuuuuh!
Me: Did it hurt?
Clara: Yeah...
Me: Was it fun? Are needles fun?
Clara: Uh-huh.
Me: Really? It's fun?
Clara: Yeah...

I guess she doesn't know what fun means?

But, the our little chat helped her calm down, so whatever. It worked.

On our way out, we're at the desk, making her next appointment. The receptionist is asking her what happened (she sees her tear-streaked face) and Clara points to her arm (where she got a needle) and says "Fun."

I thought I misunderstood her, so I asked her what happened to her arm. She answered again "Fun."
When I dropped her off at daycare, she ran over to Philip, pointed to her arm, and told him "Fun."

Okay then.
From now on, in Clara-ish, 'fun' means vaccinations.

Life lessons - in the bathroom...

I'm trying to gather up - oh, about 20 funny stories from the last year - to make a photobook with stories for the grandparents for Christmas. Today. ;) Here's an old one I dug up:

Philip had to go pee. Clara keeps wanting to go pee too, but just sits on the toilet with no results. I was putting some laundry away, and Philip went to the toilet to pee. He heard Clara chanting "I try! I try! I pee! I pee!" so he sat on the toilet, telling Clara exactly what he's doing. "See Clara? You pull down your pants, sit on the toilet, and let the pee come out. Then stand up, and --- TADA! Pee!" Then he helped her out of her diaper, and up onto the toilet. When she didn't pee, he said "It was a good try anyway, Clara."

More penis humour (will it ever end?)

I was at the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth, when Philip came rushing in to go pee. He pulled down his pants, and said "I pee standing up, like the big guys & daddies do."

I said: "Yup, guys can do that."
He asked: "Not mummies?"
I said: "Nope, not mummies, because they don't have penises."

He looked at me, sympathetically, and said: "One day mummy, you'll have a penis too."

Heehehheee..

Dinner and Doctors...

I had Clara with me this morning while we ran some errands and then went for flu shots. Man, she's funny when I get to pay attention to her!

Funny 1:
We're at the Ministry of Health office, renewing her health card.
She's sitting all nicely and patiently in a very silent room despite it being packed with people. Suddenly she hears the 'next person' chime go off, and she jumps up all excited, and yells "Dinner ready!"


Funny 2:
I told her how we'd be picking Philip up at school, and going to the doctor for shots.
When we got to Philip's school, she ran over to him, and said "Philip! Let's go see Dr. Seuss!"

Philip, the budding artist.

Last night, Philip was drawing on the chalkboard of his art easel thingy. He tends to scribble until you give him a specific thing to draw, then he tries to draw it.

I asked him to draw me, so he did.
There was a head, with eyes, a nose, a mouth, hair (Er - really? is that how I look?), arms, legs... it was all there, and somewhat recognizable.

Then I asked him who he wanted to draw next, and he said "Clara!"

So, he drew a big circle around me.
Huh?

I said: "I thought you were going to draw Clara?"
He replied: "I did. She's giving you a hug."

I turned into a puddle of mush - seriously, is that ridiculously cute or what?