Conversations with my daughter.
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rivkaScene: Nighttime. Rocking chair, soft music, star lights on ceiling, pacifier.
Me: Are you ready to go in your crib?
Alex: No, no!
Me: No?
Alex: drops head down and rests it on my chest. Okay.
Scene: Coming downstairs in the morning, passing Rivka and Michael's bedroom.
Alex: Papa? Papa?
Me: Papa's in there. He's sleeping.
Alex: fake snoring sound.
Scene: Highchair, bib, spoon, glass of milk, half-eaten bowl of oatmeal with Winnie-the-Pooh picture on the bottom.
Alex: scrapes oatmeal away from the bottom of the bowl with her spoon. Bear, bear!
Me: Are we almost to the bear picture in your bowl?
Alex: picks up glass of milk, holds it tilted over the bowl, grins at me. Drink?
Me: Oh, you want to give the bear a drink? takes glass away. I think you need to uncover more of the bear first.
(That one might be a literary allusion, because one of the books we have recently been reading until my eyes bleed has a bit about "I can give a drink to my teddy bear," with a picture of the poor bear drenched in water poured from a glass. At any rate, she clearly knew she was being funny, because she didn't pour the milk right in - she waited for my reaction.)
Scene: Highchair, a bit later.
Alex: Crackers, crackers, crackers, crackers!
Me: Crackers, please? Okay, you can have some crackers. administers a few whole-wheat goldfish crackers.
Alex: eats one cracker, picks the rest up, and holds them out insistently. Away!
Me: Are you all done with your crackers? Really?
Alex: Away, away!
Me: I thought you wanted to eat them.
Alex: brandishes crackers. Away!
Me: Okay, I'll put them away. opens mouth, pops goldfish in. Mmmm.
Alex: holds out hand. Crackers, please.
(Veering off-topic completely, I was looking for a link to explain goldfish crackers to my international readers, and found this.)
Me: Are you ready to go in your crib?
Alex: No, no!
Me: No?
Alex: drops head down and rests it on my chest. Okay.
Scene: Coming downstairs in the morning, passing Rivka and Michael's bedroom.
Alex: Papa? Papa?
Me: Papa's in there. He's sleeping.
Alex: fake snoring sound.
Scene: Highchair, bib, spoon, glass of milk, half-eaten bowl of oatmeal with Winnie-the-Pooh picture on the bottom.
Alex: scrapes oatmeal away from the bottom of the bowl with her spoon. Bear, bear!
Me: Are we almost to the bear picture in your bowl?
Alex: picks up glass of milk, holds it tilted over the bowl, grins at me. Drink?
Me: Oh, you want to give the bear a drink? takes glass away. I think you need to uncover more of the bear first.
(That one might be a literary allusion, because one of the books we have recently been reading until my eyes bleed has a bit about "I can give a drink to my teddy bear," with a picture of the poor bear drenched in water poured from a glass. At any rate, she clearly knew she was being funny, because she didn't pour the milk right in - she waited for my reaction.)
Scene: Highchair, a bit later.
Alex: Crackers, crackers, crackers, crackers!
Me: Crackers, please? Okay, you can have some crackers. administers a few whole-wheat goldfish crackers.
Alex: eats one cracker, picks the rest up, and holds them out insistently. Away!
Me: Are you all done with your crackers? Really?
Alex: Away, away!
Me: I thought you wanted to eat them.
Alex: brandishes crackers. Away!
Me: Okay, I'll put them away. opens mouth, pops goldfish in. Mmmm.
Alex: holds out hand. Crackers, please.
(Veering off-topic completely, I was looking for a link to explain goldfish crackers to my international readers, and found this.)
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Date: 2006-08-28 08:22 pm (UTC)Kate has eaten half a can of olives at one sitting.