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: 2006-08-29 02:17 am (UTC)What I actually wanted to comment about, though, is that I had /absolutely/ no idea that the set dressers had so much fun with Gail's bowl. Things like that are yet another reason why TWW was one of my favorite shows for awhile. (Also, living as I do with a goldfish owner, I appreciated the disclaimer on the page.)