Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Raindrops on Roses 2.0
It's been a long time since I wrote my last post about Mae's favourite things. She's so big now, and so much has changed, so here we go again. In no particular order...
#1 - Washcloths
Gladly the Cross-eyed Bear, her former lovey, (which made for such a nice, sentimental story) has been unceremoniously replaced by baby-sized washcloths. She sleeps with one clenched in each hand. Sometimes, when I go in to get her after a nap, I'll find her waving one out the slats of the crib, like she's some kind of damsel, bidding her lover farewell as the train pulls away.
#2 - Spatula
Why do we bother having an entire box full of gaudy, musical battery-sucking toys? Mae's happiest times are with the spatula. She chews it, drops it on the floor, hits the cat with it, drops it on the floor again, chews it again.
#3 - Kitties
Mae's first word was, technically dada. She says it all the time, but we aren't convinced she really knows what it means yet. She definitely calls her daddy dada. But she also called a cardboard box dada the other day.. and the highchair, and the umbrella on the picnic table. But when she sees a kitty go by, she always says the same word. It's something kind of like "kee-ee," but you can tell what she's going for. Plus, when she sees one, she just laughs and laughs like they're the funniest things on four legs. She chases them mercilessly. Still, it's amazing but true (knock wood): we've got three cats, and in nine and a half months, she hasn't been bitten or scratched once.
#4 - Sandbox
Mae is all about the sandbox at the park. We go almost every day. I love it too. It's got all kinds of great digger toys and plastic food that somebody donated, plus great sides for sitting on (for moms), and you never know who you might meet there.
#5 - Bread
Yay carbs! Bread is good for eating, and also good for squishing.
#6 - Books
Sigh. It warms a writer/editor/mother's heart. The first thing she does when she gets downstairs most mornings is to pull every book off her shelf. And while she doesn't exactly treat them with respect, she does become deeply involved with them... tasting, banging, ripping. As long as she keeps being interested in them, it's all okay with me.
#1 - Washcloths
Gladly the Cross-eyed Bear, her former lovey, (which made for such a nice, sentimental story) has been unceremoniously replaced by baby-sized washcloths. She sleeps with one clenched in each hand. Sometimes, when I go in to get her after a nap, I'll find her waving one out the slats of the crib, like she's some kind of damsel, bidding her lover farewell as the train pulls away.
#2 - Spatula
Why do we bother having an entire box full of gaudy, musical battery-sucking toys? Mae's happiest times are with the spatula. She chews it, drops it on the floor, hits the cat with it, drops it on the floor again, chews it again.
#3 - Kitties
Mae's first word was, technically dada. She says it all the time, but we aren't convinced she really knows what it means yet. She definitely calls her daddy dada. But she also called a cardboard box dada the other day.. and the highchair, and the umbrella on the picnic table. But when she sees a kitty go by, she always says the same word. It's something kind of like "kee-ee," but you can tell what she's going for. Plus, when she sees one, she just laughs and laughs like they're the funniest things on four legs. She chases them mercilessly. Still, it's amazing but true (knock wood): we've got three cats, and in nine and a half months, she hasn't been bitten or scratched once.
#4 - Sandbox
Mae is all about the sandbox at the park. We go almost every day. I love it too. It's got all kinds of great digger toys and plastic food that somebody donated, plus great sides for sitting on (for moms), and you never know who you might meet there.
#5 - Bread
Yay carbs! Bread is good for eating, and also good for squishing.
#6 - Books
Sigh. It warms a writer/editor/mother's heart. The first thing she does when she gets downstairs most mornings is to pull every book off her shelf. And while she doesn't exactly treat them with respect, she does become deeply involved with them... tasting, banging, ripping. As long as she keeps being interested in them, it's all okay with me.
