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I just asked Samantha who I should vote for, McCain or Obama. She said Obama.
Knowing her penchant for repeating the last word I say, I went back a minute later and asked her who I should vote for, Obama or McCain. She said Obama.
To a 2 year old, the dude just has a cool sounding name, and that’s about the most fundamental distinction I can find between the two of them.
Why is it that my husband is willing to dust, does a great job at it, and even does it without me nagging him, but is completely incapable of returning the duster to its place in the cabinet?
The other day at her daycare, Samantha was dancing with her friend, Robert:
Her other friend, Ignacio, didn’t like that one bit:
A fight ensued:
Robert won:
As we were leaving day care today, we stopped in the lobby to put on Sam’s coat and hat. Both Robert and Ignacio were in the lobby with their teacher. Ignacio brought Sam a package of crackers. Robert came over and tried to take it away from her.
Then, as we walked out the door Sam said, “Bye bye Nachie. Bye bye Wobie.” That was the first time she really used other kids’ names properly. Lord help us!
Tonight I asked Samantha if she wanted water or milk to drink with dinner. She said “WATER, MILK.” (Pronounced, WAA-EE-MICK.) I asked again. She said something unintelligible but used sign language to say, “WATER.” I said, “OK, water,” and turned back to the kitchen. As soon as I was out of sight she called out, “MILK!” I went back – “Milk?” “YES,” she said. I went around the corner. She called, “WATER!” I went back to the table - “You want water?” She said, “WATER.” I said, “Are you sure?” She said yes and she got me again as soon as I left the room: “MILK!” I came back and said, “Are you working me?”
She giggled.
I don’t know which I love more: the way Samantha pronounces “animal,” AM-MEE-YO or the fact that I understand her.
Samantha did this today.
Forgive me, Internet, for I have sinned. It has been 185 days since my last confession.
I watch too much TV.
From Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, I learned to use wet toilet paper to wipe up the dusty hairy gunk from the bathroom counter before using a cleaning product.
From The Newleywed Game, I learned to use pubic hair to lather up soap in the shower.
From the The Man Show, I learned to throw dry garments in the dryer with a wet towel to steam out the wrinkles.
At least you can say that you learned these handy tips from a blog. I, however, am off to say 5 Hail Hiro’s and 4 Our Father Who Art in Prison’s.
My daughter’s first true romp through the fallen leaves of autumn.
The one thing that has most helped me to become a better mom is the parenting course I took with Cornelia Lockitch about 9 months ago. I know I have quite a few readers out there with young children, and many of you share my basic parenting philosophy. Some of you may have even heard of Cornelia and her work. If you just needed a little nudge to take a closer look, here it is. If you’ve never heard of Cornelia or never considered taking a class in parenting, I hope I can convince you that a little professional help can go a long way, if you find the right professional.
Cornelia is a Montessori-trained teacher and the founder of Guide Your Child Parenting Resources. She applies Montessori principles to home life with toddlers and preschoolers to help parents “delight in their child’s early years by giving them a practical framework for understanding, talking to, and guiding their young child.” At her website, you can sign up for her free e-newsletter and download a 20+ page report called, “The 3 Simple Child-Management Secrets Montessori Teachers Know…and No Parent Should Be Without.” These freebies are great, but the real value comes with talking to her one-on-one about how you can challenge your child while nurturing his or her natural independence and curiosity.
At the abstract level, Cornelia explained to me Montessori’s 4 sensitive periods: movement, language, order, and sensorial exploration. She taught me how to look for signs that Samantha was immersed in one or more of these periods. As a result, I take a few minutes each week to ask myself, “What is Sam in to now,” and I use the framework Cornelia taught me to help decipher Sam’s behavior and plan activities for the week.
We discussed different views of the parental role, and how both the “buddy” and the “disciplinarian” models fail the child. I can’t tell you how many times I catch myself falling into one of those roles and recall Cornelia’s simple and elegant view. Go read her website and newsletter and you’ll get the flavor of it.
Cornelia gave me 6 concrete ways to apply the principle of advance preparation, 7 specific ways that I could encourage language development, at least 30 age-appropriate activities that I could try with Sam, and probably over 20 tips for setting up our home so as to foster Sam’s independence in day-to-day life. All of this advice was customized to Sam’s age, development level, and to our family situation. Cornelia even took into account the fact that we were living in a tiny 800 square foot rental house at the time.
I visited 2 Montessori preschools this past week and used the advice that Cornelia gave me about how to assess the quality of a Montessori school. I’ll write more about that as my hunt for the right school for Sam continues.
The best endorsement I can give Cornelia, though, is the testimonial I wrote for her website:
Thanks to Cornelia, I am a much more confident parent. Before I took her parenting coaching program, I was trying to follow some of the Montessori principles, but I was not always sure how to put them into practice-especially when my daughter was only sixteen months old and not walking yet! Cornelia gave me so many practical ways to put my ideas into action. She showed me that it wasn’t too early to show my daughter how to put away her own shoes, help with diaper changes, and clean up after a meal. Now I know how to challenge my daughter with interesting activities without overwhelming her, and she loves it! We communicate better, and best of all, my confidence allows me to enjoy my time with my daughter without self-doubt and confusion. Thank you, Cornelia!
When I give Samantha a bite of whatever I am eating, she takes the biggest bite she possibly can. I love the greed of a child.
I was so proud of myself for getting Samantha to eat from a plate with 3 or 4 different foods on it, but it didn’t last. She’s been fighting us at mealtime ever since, and she almost never eats her vegetables. I caved and bought a couple of those plates with sections. We tried one tonight and she ate some of everything. She even ate spinach!
It’s not that she doesn’t like her different foods touching each other – even on the regular plate there was plenty of room to keep the foods separated. She loves to dip and mix things. She dips fish sticks in milk and puts peas in her cereal, ok? She just seems to like defined little areas for each thing. It’s like her mind goes into overdrive with all those things in one container. PROCESSING….PROCESSING…TOO MUCH INPUT…DOES NOT COMPUTE.
I guess that’s why those sectioned plates exist. I never paid any attention to them. I suppose I’ll be buying a minivan soon too.
I can’t figure out which Sam is my boss.
Why is it that sidewalk chalk comes off the sidewalk with a light rain, but won’t come out of clothes with soap and water?
When Samantha was born, on September 2, 2006, I thought there was something special about the date. September 2. September second. 9/2. Sept. 2nd. What was it that made that date so familiar? Finally, I realized that it was the date in Atlas Shrugged that was often noted on the calendar hanging over the city. Ayn Rand used the trick of characters noting that date to help readers mark the time as years pass in the story. I always wondered if the date had any significance to her.
I found out from The Ayn Rand Institute that September 2 was the date that Ayn Rand began writing the novel. A day for great beginnings, indeed.
Today is the 51st anniversary of the publication of Atlas Shrugged. I suppose this is the book’s real birthday, even though I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for September 2.
Fifty-one years old and still going strong. If you haven’t read it lately, now is a great time.
I’m still sick, so I’ll continue with my recommendations to close out the week. This is a true Little Thing: champagne grapes, aka Black Corinth grapes. My supermarket carries them and I’ve been tempted to try them all summer, but only bought some last week. They are tiny little packages of nectar. So sweet and delicate. Their tiny size enhances the experience of eating them because you don’t chew them at all, you just kind of pop them open with your tongue and they explode with goodness. They’re like natural Pop Rocks.
Samantha loves grapes and before I trusted her chewing abilities, I spent many hours cutting and tearing up grapes into baby size pieces. I’m pretty sure these champagne grapes would have been safe for her before she was a year old. I wish I had known about them then.
It turns out that these are the grapes they use to make currants, the little tiny raisins. Since regular raisins are also a choking hazard, I’ve been giving Sam currants instead. We call them baby raisins and she loves them. (I should have deduced that the existence of baby raisins meant there existed baby grapes too.) The currants are great for salads and also in recipes that call for raisins when you want a finer distribution of the sweet.
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