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).
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thanksgiving
Mom, Dad and I went to Bellingham, WA, for Thanksgiving. We stayed at Nanny and Papa's house the whole week. Avia flew from Colorado to meet us there and Uncle Ty Ty and Aunt Sara are living there now, too. Uncle Logan couldn't make the trip because he's Canadian now. We also got to see Auntie CaCa (Nanny's sister), Nunu (Nanny's mom), and Sara's whole family: Sharon and Rick and her brother Zack.
I had the best time ever. Every day I was surrounded by so many people who love me. Every half hour someone new would walk through the door and I would greet them with an enthusiastic rendition of their name.
On Tuesday, we went to Canada and I got to ride a Skytrain. We went to Science World for a few hours and then headed into downtown Vancouver for dinner.
On Thursday, we ate more food than I've ever seen in my entire life. Uncle Ty Ty is a chef and he and Sara orchestrated a beautiful meal with turkey, mashed potatoes, two kinds of stuffing (we had two turkeys), a squash casserole, a green bean casserole, two jell-o molds, a salad, gravy, apple pie, pecan pie, and pumpkin pie. I ate a little bit of everything, but I did not have seconds...until Friday morning.
I've started talking in short sentences more often this week.
"Ae Saar go wis ew?" - Translation - "Aunt Sara go with you (aka me)?"
"Mamee wa mo tukey." - Translation - "Mazie want more turkey."
I also walked into the bathroom and pooped in the shower. I came out and told everyone, but no one really believed me. I should mention that I also pooped in the potty a couple of times this week -- this is a hobby I've been working on for a couple of months now. I think I'll probably stick to mostly using my diapers for a while, but it's fun to pee and poop in the potty every now and then.
All in all it was a great trip. Now I'm back home with just Mom and Dad and my dogs and cat. It's nice to be home, but I'm sure going to miss having so many loving faces around me. Thank goodness for Skype!
I had the best time ever. Every day I was surrounded by so many people who love me. Every half hour someone new would walk through the door and I would greet them with an enthusiastic rendition of their name.
On Tuesday, we went to Canada and I got to ride a Skytrain. We went to Science World for a few hours and then headed into downtown Vancouver for dinner.
On Thursday, we ate more food than I've ever seen in my entire life. Uncle Ty Ty is a chef and he and Sara orchestrated a beautiful meal with turkey, mashed potatoes, two kinds of stuffing (we had two turkeys), a squash casserole, a green bean casserole, two jell-o molds, a salad, gravy, apple pie, pecan pie, and pumpkin pie. I ate a little bit of everything, but I did not have seconds...until Friday morning.
I've started talking in short sentences more often this week.
"Ae Saar go wis ew?" - Translation - "Aunt Sara go with you (aka me)?"
"Mamee wa mo tukey." - Translation - "Mazie want more turkey."
I also walked into the bathroom and pooped in the shower. I came out and told everyone, but no one really believed me. I should mention that I also pooped in the potty a couple of times this week -- this is a hobby I've been working on for a couple of months now. I think I'll probably stick to mostly using my diapers for a while, but it's fun to pee and poop in the potty every now and then.
All in all it was a great trip. Now I'm back home with just Mom and Dad and my dogs and cat. It's nice to be home, but I'm sure going to miss having so many loving faces around me. Thank goodness for Skype!
Friday, November 27, 2009
True Broncos Fan
Mazie's Dad here:
After a wonderful Thanksgiving meal we walked to a local bar here in Bellingham, WA to watch the Broncos game. When we arrived, there were only two other patrons and they noticed, with lighthearted displeasure, that we were Broncos fans.
Sometime in the second half of the game Mazie wandered over near the two gentlemen and I said, "Careful Mazie, those are Giants fans." Her face immediately turned from happy to sad and she was genuinely scared of the two men. I tried to calm her down and told her, "It's okay, they're just fans of the other team." That did not help. She started wailing even louder and only the warm embrace of her mother could calm her down.
I was a little surprised, but mostly I was really proud of her. Go Broncos!!!
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