gunky

fell down, went boom

my little girl is quite the daredevil.  she loves to climb up high when my back is turned and she asks strangers to flip her upside down.  in a recent post i claimed that she has an excellent sense of balance.

last friday she was in the backyard, turned around, tripped over her own feet, hit the pavement, and broke her nose.

the trip to the ER and ensuing medical situation is one story.

the photographical documentation of her bruising is another.

the better she feels, the more she doesn't want her picture taken.

here she is, leaning on me in the ER, a couple of hours after it happened:

the next day, the bruising and swelling were much worse:

the day after that, though she is most colorful, she smiles and pushes away the camera:

today as i tried to take her picture she ran off.  i set down my camera to do put away some things, and she returned, like this:

i think she is feeling better.

everyone does it

our almost-twenty-month-old Baby is not at all conversational, which her brother was at about fourteen months.  

this is perfectly fine with me.

she loves to draw, has great balance, and uses the toilet a lot - all of which are valuable gifts - and these are the things she talks about.

she had her brother's Buzz Lightyear doll the other day, turned it over, pointed at his bottom and said, "poo poo. buzz."

"yes, that's buzz's bottom."

milo came tearing down the hall, having overheard part of this exchange.

"CAN I HAVE MY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR DOLL?" he shouted as he ran in.

"poo poo.  buzz!" the Baby proudly told him.  she pointed at buzz's bottom.

milo froze.  he looked at her.  he looked at the doll.  he looked at me.  he seemed to have a realization.

"buzz POOPS?!" he asked dumbfoundedly.

amazing what a four-and-a-half year-old can learn from a one-and-a-half year-old.

minding her manners

one of my favorite friends told me a story recently that i received authorization to publish:

i was walking home the other day and took a little short cut through a small park near our place.

there were several kids there...they had dumped their bikes in the grass and were standing in the path when we passed them.

as we walked by one little girl threw something at the pavement and said, "do you think it will die if i do this?"

i realized she had thrown a snail against the pavement.

the other girl with her said, " no no no, you have to squash it with your foot!"

to which the first little girl replied, "but i want to kill it nicely."

a phrase of OUR own

one of my oldest friend's recent post about one of her family's "inside phrases" made me think of one of ours.

we used to keep baby/toddler food on a lower shelf in the cabinet, but once my Husband shared some little crunchy, seedy sesame niblet crackers of his, from the “adult” cupboard, with our Boy when he was just about one. the kid loved them.

the next day, the little guy was pointing at the cupboard requesting some food, but he didn’t want the baby cupboard opened – he was saying “up high! up high!”  when we pulled out the sesame crackers and asked, “these crackers?” milo said, “yes! up high crackers!”

we’ve called them up-high crackers ever since.

we eat them all the time. when they are on the trader joe’s list that’s what we write.  the other day they had rearranged the store, as they often do, and my husband was confused so he asked the manager, “where are the up-high crackers?”