My Little Chatterbox

I feel like I have so much catching up to do!

Well, Pooky is now 21 months. Over the past few weeks, Pooky has made leaps and bounds with his speech. Most of the time, I can figure out what he wants, or what is wrong when he is upset. He is speaking in mostly full sentences a lot of the time, saying things like, "More juice please" and "Where Emmy go?". He lets me know when he is hungry ("More eat please!", while trying to climb in his highchair) and he will pull my hand and show me something if I don't seem to understand what he is telling me. He points to things he sees says their name and he knows all of our names (even "Ki-Ki" for his Aunt Christie!). Just a month or two ago he hardly spoke a word - now - he amazes me!

Also, Pook and Emmy are almost always picking at each other now. It drives me bananas. One good thing about Pooky talking more now is he can tell me why he is crying. Yesterday, he and Emmy were watching a movie when I heard him start to cry from the other room. He came in, pointing to his head, crying about Emmy, followed by a bunch on unintelligible words, but I got it - something happened with Emmy hitting his head. Emmy will do things, just to bother him, and he will do the same to her. Annoying.

My little guy is getting so big! Hard to believe he will be 2 in a few short months...

Pook the Dinosaur/Bear/Pirate

So maybe his dinosaur and bear impressions sound more like a pirate....it is incredibly cute anyway. :)


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Excerpts from my Life

It s a busy week, but one of those busy weeks of doing nothing. A few blurbs from my life:


I took the kids outside after dinner a couple of nights ago, thinking they could just run around the driveway and ride their bikes while I watered the flowers and swept the sidewalk. Pooky was fine, he kept himself busy, but Emmy was following me around, asking questions, stealing my broom, etc. I was getting frustrated with her, since I was just trying to quickly get some work done, and I said, "Emmy, can't you just go play with your brother? Go ride your bike, or something."
Her cute little face fell, and she started crying. "But I don't want to play, I just want to help you!"

How is that for a bad mommy moment?? I felt awful, so hugs were in order, and I found another broom so that she could help. She was just so happy to be helping me... such a sweet girl!
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Pooky's vocabulary is exploding right now - it is so fun to hear his "words". He is even putting words together, like "go bye-bye" and "Daddy hat". This morning he was playing with a small plastic dinosaur, and he ran up to me, grinned, pointed the dinosaur at me and said "Rawr!". Then ran away. So funny!
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Quote of the Day:
"Emmy, get your fork out from between your toes." ~ me

The Things They Say....

Emmy has said some funny stuff lately. Actually, she always says funny things, but I usually forget about it. She has also been on a kick of making up new words and using them in every day conversation, then acting annoyed when I don't know what she is talking about. For example, this morning:
Emmy: "I am feeling a little bit sida."
Me: "Sida? What does that mean?"
Emmy: (heavy sigh, her mother is such an idiot.) "Sida means that I wish I had a friend to dance with today. That's what sida means."

Oh, right! Sida....

This morning she also commanded me to open her closet by saying, "Open Sesame Street!". And she has been calling McDonald's "Old McDonald's", as in the guy with the farm. It makes me laugh.

Finally, yesterday she pointed a roll of shelf liner at me and told me that she was shooting me. Say what?? "Where did you hear that from??!" I exclaimed, shocked that my innocent darling had said such a thing.
"Playhouse Disney," she replied nonchalantly.
And I burst out laughing, because unless Winnie the Pooh has been playing war games with Tigger, that is pretty unlikely. We did have a discussion about how we don't shoot at people, because in real life it is not nice, blah, blah.

While I am on the subject of talking, Pook has been saying a few words recently too. He can say kitty cat, dog (dada), uh-oh, and night-night. He has definitely been letting me know what he wants by pointing and yelling, and if he wants food or drink he starts yelling "Nananananana!". He calls all of us Mama (me, Ray, and Emmy). And Ray was teaching him to moo like a cow, which he does by sticking his chin up in the air and making a random sound. He is so funny...
Happy Friday! :)