Archive for May, 2008
….I need to write this down!
A few months ago, we went through a bad spell where Gavin was getting up 3 or 4 times at night. He wasn’t sick or having bad dreams, just waking up and wanting to play – or be rocked by Mommy and Daddy. After a few days, David and I both turned into zombies who only managed to function by ingesting large amounts of coffee. One night towards the end of this hellish stretch, I drew the short straw and had night duty. Gavin started yelling for Mommy at about 3 or 4am, I can’t remember exactly. I stumbled into his room still half asleep, and it went like this:
Me: “What’s the matter?”
Gavin: “I want a lollipop!”
Gavin: “I’m hungry, Mommy. I need a lollipop!”
Me: “ARGH! Gavin! It’s 3 in the morning! Go. to. sleep.”
OK, now that I’m (mostly) sleeping through the night again, it’s a lot funnier than it seemed back then.
Finally – we can watch actual movies instead of endless episodes of ‘Elmo’s World’ and ‘Blue’s Clues’! In no particular order:
- The Land Before Time
- 101 Dalmations
- Sleeping Beauty
- Finding Nemo
- Shark Tale
- Lady and the Tramp
I’m happy to report that Genevieve and Gavin are both very polite for their ages. We’ve worked very hard to make sure they always say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’….at least to others. Asking nicely for something from Mommy or Daddy is still a work in progress at this point. 🙂
Example: how Gavin would ask for juice:
Gavin: “I want juice, Mommy. Juice! Juuuuuuuuuice! JUICE MOMMY I WANT JUICE MOMMY!!!
Me: “What do you say?”
So the other night I’m putting him to bed. I tuck him into his crib with his kitty and assorted cars and trucks and I’m saying good night. It went like this:
Me: “Good night baby, I love you!”
Gavin: (looks at me)
Me: “I said, Mommy loves you, Gavin.”
Gavin: (still looking at me)
Me: “What do you say?”
Gavin: (clearly confused) “…..Please?”
Or as Genevieve calls it, “My bathingsuit dress!”
Here’s she is primping in front of the mirror:
She saw it at Target when we were out shopping a few weeks ago and it was love at first sight. It’s now a part of the regular “dress” rotation: there’s the pink dress ‘with tape’, the cupcake dress, the ‘new’ dress, and now the ‘bathingsuit dress’.. 🙂
Genevieve has loved music since she was a tiny baby. As she’s gotten older she has developed a definite taste for certain types of music and has lots of favorite songs. She knows all the words and sings along with them (and me! 🙂 ) in the car. I thought it would be fun to periodically note her faves and burn a CD of them to have when she’s older.
In no particular order:
- “1234″ by Feist (she loves the video for this song!)
- “Liar, Liar” by A Fine Frenzy
- “American Baby” by Dave Matthews Band
- “Unfold” by Marié Digby (my current fave too!)
- “Almost Lover” by A Fine Frenzy
- “The Way I Am” by Ingrid Michaelson
- “When You Were Young” by The Killers
- “Hey There Delilah” by Plain White T’s
- “Breakable” by Ingrid Michaelson
Gavin, bless his little heart, has some pretty strange fears. The ‘monkey’, (i.e. frog) and the ‘shark’ (i.e. dolphin) are bath toys that we’ve had since the kids were babies. They were part of the load of toys that got dumped into the tub for entertainment at bathtime every day. The dolphin is a little wind-up toy that swims around, and Gavin used to love it when he was a baby.
Out of the blue, he started to freak during his bath when Genevieve was playing with it. He made us take it out of the tub and hide it behind the bathroom door. “No shark”, he kept telling us. “Shark will get you!” Shark?? Oops….maybe he wasn’t quite ready to watch ‘Finding Nemo’ and ‘Shark Tale’! Around the time he became afraid of the shark he started getting scared of the frog, which he insists is a monkey even though it says “Ribbit!” when its belly is squeezed.
At first, the monkey and the shark had to be hidden behind the bathroom door. He didn’t want us to take them to the basement (our first inclination) or throw them away. He snuck upstairs several times a day to peek behind the door to make sure they were still there. After a week or so, they moved to the linen closet where he continued to check on them daily. He gradually started to forget them…until I took the pics for this blog. He suddenly decided that the frog is a ‘good monkey’ and has started to carry him around, though if anyone makes the frog ribbit, he screams “Don’t make the sound!” and runs away. The shark is still bad. “That’s a very bad shark, Mommy. He’ll get you and bite you”, he says.