As Mads is quickly (a little too quickly, imho) approaching her third birthday, signs have been surfacing that S & I are in for it when she’s older…
…After spotting S with a glass of scotch in a special scotch glass the other night, she asked, “Is that apple juice? I want some.” Since it was minutes before bedtime, I offered her water instead. The next morning, she spotted the empty scotch glass on the coffee table, brought it to me and asked for apple juice in that particular glass. (Sigh.) I then explained to her that it was a dirty glass and offered her real apple juice in her princess cup. The apple juice wasn’t so important now…
…One night at grandma’s house, Mads & grandma were sitting on the couch. Mads asked, “What’s that grandma?,” pointing to my mom’s knit top. “That’s my tank top,” she replied. “No, what’s that grandma?,” Mads now pointing to my mom’s bra. Since honesty is (sometimes) the best policy, my mom replied, “Oh, that, that’s my bra.” Mads took a quick second, then responded, “I want a small one like yours.” (Oy!) Flash forward a couple weeks, we’re at the Nordstrom sale to pick up new bras for the ever growing preggo ta-tas, I’m perusing the three-tiered racks. The lowest tier being perfect for Mads, she picks out a royal blue Natori bra and tells me she likes this one. I humor her and say that it’s very pretty. Big mistake. (I wish I had what happened next on video) Mads takes the bra over to the mirror and holds it up against her body, like people do when they’re shopping for clothes, and checks herself out. First, I was in shock as to what she was doing, but started to laugh as the shock wore off. She then carried it around until I was ready to make my purchase. She threw “her bra” on the counter, too. I quickly told the salesgirl to put it to the side, but Mads was even quicker to snatch it back. Needless to say, we had to literally PRY it out of her little hands and she left Nordstrom SCREAMING! Of course, everyone thought it was too cute, to see this little girl walking around with a blue bra. Lesson learned: leave her at home when bra shopping…
…One evening as I picked Mads up from day care, I was chatting with her caretakers about Peanut2, Mads’ day, her work, etc. Then, one of her caretakers proceeded to tell me that something cute happened earlier that day. Little boy, L, came up to one of the caretakers and told her that Mads was his girlfriend and gave her a little kiss on the lips. Awww, how cute! Well, when I relayed the story to S, he wasn’t too pleased. Getting into protective father mode, he told Mads that the only people she can kiss are mommy, papa, grandma, grany & granpy. Mads replied, “L kissed me!” and started to laugh. The next evening when I picked up Mads, I jokingly asked her if she kissed anyone today. The caretaker told me no, but it’s usually little boy Z that kisses Mads. Yeah, that little update didn’t go over too well, either. So, now most mornings, S reminds Mads that there is no kissing L or Z or anybody else for that matter. Mads just giggles and says, “Yes kissing!”…
And she’s not even three yet.
Sitting at the dinner table the other evening, I was left dumbfounded as to how the little baby girl who was not even walking, talking or eating solid foods was now, wiping her hands & mouth with a napkin (after a reminder, of course), hopping off her chair and disappearing around the corner into her room. Just another dang reminder that I need to get jumpin’ on preschool tours, apps and interviews.
Then again, we get to do this baby thing all over again. Some of my other friends that have already gone through pregnancy #2 all say they were too busy to even think about it. Unfortunately, not the case this time around – it’d be safe to say what didn’t happen with #1, is happening with #2. Already this kid is giving me headaches and heartburn. Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.
Don’t forget to storm the Bastille today!
image borrowed from here.
…as in Screenjelly.
S’ company has just launched a new service and they were featured on CNN by this guy…
…as well as NBC 5 Chicago’s Web site of the week!
Lucie is lying quietly on her bed.
In walks Mads with her Tinkerbell faux digital camera. She aims the camera at Lucie.
Mads: Lucie say cheese!
Lucie: silence
(click, camera says, “pixie perfect!”)
M: Good job Lucie goose.
M aims the camera again at Lucie
M: Lucie! Say cheese! Lucie say cheese!
L: (looks up and sees no hope for a quiet nap)
(click, camera says, “say tinkerbell!”)
M: Oh Lucie – good job Lucie goose.
I really need to get these “overheards” on video!