A dream ...
As I do every morning, I asked, "What did my baby girl dream about?" Her answer is always so interesting and has gotten more elaborate in the past two months. This morning she said, "Dreamed bout Keeds Quess." (That would be our local children's museum, Kids' Quest.) I was hoping she wasn't asking to go to KQ because a rainy Friday is likely to be pandemonium. But that wasn't what she was thinking. Instead she was remembering a past trip.
She said, "I puwsh gurl at Keeds Quess. Gurl steeled mice (my) food. Puwshing meeeen. No puwshing. Sorry, gurl." That's pretty much a blow-by-blow account of a run-in she had with a little girl over an entire bin of play food, an incident that happened about 4 weeks ago! How does this little two year old brain hold onto such a vivid memory like that?! And what made her think of it again - after a month?
Hoping to be Old ...
We braved the rain for a trip to Fred Meyer this morning. Not because I enjoy shopping trips in the rain but I was completely, 100% out of milk. How does that happen? Perhaps it's time to reconsider my opinion of the milkman? Anyhoo, Natalie was great. She sat in the cart - with three baby dolls on her lap and read them stories and put them to sleep and woke them up again. Very entertaining stuff. As we approached the check-out, she started to get quite insistent about being old. Natalie kept saying, "I'm old." And I was like, "Old? Do you mean you're a big girl?" She'd say, "I'm old." The lady in front of us - who was in her own right truly old - smiled at Natalie and said, "Oh no, sugar, you aren't old. You're just a wee little thing."
It wasn't until we were headed for the parking lot that I put it all together. Toward the front of the store is a little drop-your-kid-off-while-you-shop area. It has Little Tike playhouses and a TV playing some cartoons. It's not a big deal by any means, but NHV wants in on that action... in a bad way. I keep telling her she's not quite old enough because I think they prefer potty-trained kiddos. We don't go to FM very often - once every two weeks at most. But, boy, does she remember! And she is right; she's technically "older" than the last time we were there.
Can you see why I am going to be in trouble with this little smarty pants?!
5 comments:
It always amazes me how the mind of a child works. My 4 year old remembers crazy stuff that doesn't seem important to us, but mean the world to him.
And those rooms at the grocery store are a life saver! When I don't take advantage of it, the kids always manage to talk me into buying so much more than what we need! And it takes twice as long to shop.
She is going to keep you on your toes, for sure!
LOVE IT! She is too funny!
At least she wasn't throwing insults at the old lady in front of you...hasn't happened yet, but I am sure they will make us cringe in due time!
When I sing B his songs at night for bed, he starting spouting off the most random stuff. Like things that have been bottled up inside his brain that he needs to release in order to go to sleep. One night could go a little something like this...
Three-trucks, like-baby, Eva's- mommy, sushi-place (that is always one to make me laugh considering we did indeed see Eva's mommy at the sushi place TWO months ago and he keeps bringing it up), Lots-runners (Chicago Marathon), eat-Jim Johns, drink-milk...all concluded with nigh, night mommy, like mommy...sweet music to my ears!!!
HOLD ON A SECOND---STOP RIGHT THERE!
Is that a grocery store w/ a babysitting/play area? You can drop your kids off at the entrance and get your shopping done in peace? ARE YOU SERIOUS? Does this truly exist in Middle America???
Omg. This is SO.NOT.FAIR!
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