Last night I had swimming class again. Since it was my second time going to class by myself, I felt a lot more comfortable and less inhibited, and decided I should get to know the other kids in my class a bit. One of the boys wasn't that into me, but the other one seemed to like me a lot!
After class, Mom gave me a kiss and I told her what my teacher told me:
No more kissing!
Tonight in the bath I practiced some of my new swimming skills.
I've also been working on my gymnastics...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Mazie in Swimming Class
I've been going to swimming class with Mommy for about a month. I swam a lot this summer and am pretty comfortable in the water, so Mommy decided to move me up to the class for 2 year olds, which is different from my old class because now I have to get in the pool by myself -- Mommy doesn't come in with me anymore. I had my first big kid class last Monday and Mom prepared me by telling me all week that I was going to get in the pool by myself. On the way to class I repeated over and over, "Mazie go in swimming pool by SELF." Mom was still a little worried about how I'd do, but when we got the class, I jumped right to my teacher and didn't even look back. I had a great class with two other little boys. I did a great job waiting my turn and having fun in the water.
With about 10 minutes left in class, Mom noticed that I wasn't smiling quite as much, and then with about 6 minutes left, I saw Mom watching me and started to get sad... my lower lip started to quiver and I was about to lose it, but then my teacher announced that it was MAGIC CARPET TIME!
All in all, it was a lot of fun, and I'm excited to go back to swimming class tomorrow!
With about 10 minutes left in class, Mom noticed that I wasn't smiling quite as much, and then with about 6 minutes left, I saw Mom watching me and started to get sad... my lower lip started to quiver and I was about to lose it, but then my teacher announced that it was MAGIC CARPET TIME!
All in all, it was a lot of fun, and I'm excited to go back to swimming class tomorrow!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Pat-a-Cake and Row Your Boat
Mazie busted this pat-a-cake variation out yesterday. We had a sitter the other night and I'm wondering if she maybe gave Mazie the idea for an alternative cake-cooking method....
And here's Row, Row, Row Your Boat (gently down the street).
And here's Row, Row, Row Your Boat (gently down the street).
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Quote of the Day
This morning at breakfast (pointing to water bottle): "Water in there! Check this out, Wiley! Hey, Wiley! Check this out, Wiley!"
(Her enthusiasm is even more impressive given that she has a stomach bug and has been throwing up all morning.)
(Her enthusiasm is even more impressive given that she has a stomach bug and has been throwing up all morning.)
Monday, January 18, 2010
Little Bunny Foo Foo & Fun with Dolls
Here's Mazie's rendition of Little Bunny Foo Foo... she sort of gets stuck in a loop.
And here's her with her dolls and chairs -- she brought everything in from the kitchen by herself. Oh, and the best part is, she let me put her hair in a ponytail and left it in for a whole 10 minutes or so!
And here's her with her dolls and chairs -- she brought everything in from the kitchen by herself. Oh, and the best part is, she let me put her hair in a ponytail and left it in for a whole 10 minutes or so!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
What Mazie's Parents Are Thinking
Wow.
Everyone who's met Mazie knows she's been an easy kid from the beginning. At 19 months, she has unquestionably entered her "terrible twos." It's the most fun we've had with her yet.
We stopped counting her words months ago, but Mazie's vocabulary is pretty amazing. She can communicate pretty much all of her needs and (increasingly complex) wants to us, and we may not understand every word she says, but we get the point eventually. We can communicate pretty much anything we need or want to her -- she may not understand every word, but she eventually gets our point. Here are a few snippets of dialogue you might hear around our house:
*****
Mazie (playing at her table in the kitchen): Mama scoob it up!
Mama: You need me to scoot you up to the table?
Mazie: Yeah. Baby Miles sit a dis one chair? Dis boo one? Mama doobit!
Mama: You want Mama to put Baby Miles on the blue chair?
Mazie: Yeah. 'Anh Oo, Mama.
Mama: You're welcome, Mazie.
*****
Mama (pulling the new car into our small garage without hitting anything)
Mazie (from the back seat): G'job, Mama!
Mama: Thank you, Mazie.
Everyone who's met Mazie knows she's been an easy kid from the beginning. At 19 months, she has unquestionably entered her "terrible twos." It's the most fun we've had with her yet.
We stopped counting her words months ago, but Mazie's vocabulary is pretty amazing. She can communicate pretty much all of her needs and (increasingly complex) wants to us, and we may not understand every word she says, but we get the point eventually. We can communicate pretty much anything we need or want to her -- she may not understand every word, but she eventually gets our point. Here are a few snippets of dialogue you might hear around our house:
*****
Mazie (playing at her table in the kitchen): Mama scoob it up!
Mama: You need me to scoot you up to the table?
Mazie: Yeah. Baby Miles sit a dis one chair? Dis boo one? Mama doobit!
Mama: You want Mama to put Baby Miles on the blue chair?
Mazie: Yeah. 'Anh Oo, Mama.
Mama: You're welcome, Mazie.
*****
Mama (pulling the new car into our small garage without hitting anything)
Mazie (from the back seat): G'job, Mama!
Mama: Thank you, Mazie.
(*Note: Another one of Mama's accomplishments that earns her this encouragement: peeing in the potty.)
****
Daddy (flips Mazie upside down)
Mazie: Adin!
Daddy (flips Mazie again)
Mazie: Adin!
Daddy: Okay, Maze, but this is the last time, okay?
Mazie: Yeah.
Daddy (flips Mazie upside down)
Mazie (while still in the air): All done!
Of course, the "terrible" part of this phase is that Mazie has her own thoughts and desires that don't always make a lot of sense. The other night we were going to the store and Mazie kept insisting that she wanted to leave out the front door, even though I explained to her that we were taking the car which was in the garage out back. "Mazie do it" and "Mazie do self" are things we hear often, and we're learning to be patient as she dresses herself, makes her own way down stairs, and climbs into her car seat. I don't think we've had a full blown tantrum quite yet, but we've had a fair amount of minor storms. Usually (though not quite always) we find that if we get down to her level, make eye contact, and explain what's going on, she calms down pretty well.
These little struggles are the exception, though -- the vast majority of the time, Mazie continues to be a bright, playful, curious and cheerful kid. She gets jokes -- one of her favorites (and a preview of the great stuff her older cousins are going to teach her) is to repeat, "O-ee-a tall Daddy poopy uh-ul Cay Rich," which translates to "Olivia calls Daddy, 'Poopy Uncle Caleb.'" She LOVES her dolls -- she's got about 5 "babies" that she can entertain herself with for long periods of time. She's learned how to pretend: she feeds her babies and changes their invisible diapers (and then throws the invisible dirty diaper in the invisible trash can). She loves to sing... we get lots of medleys of ABCs, Twinkle Twinkle, Baby Baluga (Baby Booba), Rock-a-bye Baby.... The list goes on. In short (too late), we're quite taken with her and continue to feel blessed and amazed to have this little angel in our lives. Each day gets better and better...
****
Daddy (flips Mazie upside down)
Mazie: Adin!
Daddy (flips Mazie again)
Mazie: Adin!
Daddy: Okay, Maze, but this is the last time, okay?
Mazie: Yeah.
Daddy (flips Mazie upside down)
Mazie (while still in the air): All done!
Of course, the "terrible" part of this phase is that Mazie has her own thoughts and desires that don't always make a lot of sense. The other night we were going to the store and Mazie kept insisting that she wanted to leave out the front door, even though I explained to her that we were taking the car which was in the garage out back. "Mazie do it" and "Mazie do self" are things we hear often, and we're learning to be patient as she dresses herself, makes her own way down stairs, and climbs into her car seat. I don't think we've had a full blown tantrum quite yet, but we've had a fair amount of minor storms. Usually (though not quite always) we find that if we get down to her level, make eye contact, and explain what's going on, she calms down pretty well.
These little struggles are the exception, though -- the vast majority of the time, Mazie continues to be a bright, playful, curious and cheerful kid. She gets jokes -- one of her favorites (and a preview of the great stuff her older cousins are going to teach her) is to repeat, "O-ee-a tall Daddy poopy uh-ul Cay Rich," which translates to "Olivia calls Daddy, 'Poopy Uncle Caleb.'" She LOVES her dolls -- she's got about 5 "babies" that she can entertain herself with for long periods of time. She's learned how to pretend: she feeds her babies and changes their invisible diapers (and then throws the invisible dirty diaper in the invisible trash can). She loves to sing... we get lots of medleys of ABCs, Twinkle Twinkle, Baby Baluga (Baby Booba), Rock-a-bye Baby.... The list goes on. In short (too late), we're quite taken with her and continue to feel blessed and amazed to have this little angel in our lives. Each day gets better and better...
Thursday, January 7, 2010
What are my parents thinking?
Considering what an amazing month I've had (in Colorado for all of December with my cousins, Avia, Nana, Grandma, Grandpa, etc.), it's pretty unbelievable that my parents haven't posted anything here in so long. I'm sure they'll get to it soon. In the meantime, I'm taking it upon myself to give you a video of me saying my ABCs a couple of weeks ago (I've gotten even better at it), another one of me doing a medley of songs and fingerplays, and a bunch of pictures.
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