Conversations v.1398

At dinner, we were talking about our days and (in theory) everyone was taking turns.

William was talking about a colorful necklace someone at school has and how much he wanted one.

Mom: It looked tight when I was up at school.  Do you think it gets caught in his hair?
William: His hair is shorter than mine.
Mom: Exactly.
William: What?
Mom: Your hair is longer, do you think it will get caught in your hair?
William: Is my hair too long?  I don't want a hair cut.
Mom: I think your hair is perfect.
William (preening): You like my hair?
Mom: Yes.  You are very handsome.

Amelia: BUT!!!  Wait! (the look on her face says she is processing as fast as possible and trying to come up with something, ANYTHING to add to this conversation). My hair is very, very long!
Mom/Dad: Yes.
Amelia: But!!  My bamgs* are so short!  They are NOT long like the rest of my hair!  These bamgs are so annoying!


*this is an approximation as to how she said it.  John and I could not agree upon the correct spelling of what she actually said.

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Later in the meal, Amelia piped up:

Amelia: And then there was a fairy!
Mom: Wait, what?
Amelia: Mooom! There was a fairy!!
Mom: Okay.
Amelia: There was a fairy and one day she just waved her wand and POOP! a little dog appeared.
Mom (looks at dad, both are trying not to giggle): What did the fairy do?
Amelia (exasperated): She went POOP and made the dog appear.
Mom (looking away, trying to contain herself): So she poofed and the dog appeared?
Amelia: No!  She POOPED and made it happen.
Mom: Huh.  I didn't hear it that way.
Amelia: Well, maybe you should listen more Mom.

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The Sport Authority

We were eating dinner last week and we had another memorable conversation with none other than our Amelia.


Amelia: Okay everyone! (the look on her face is not....natural.  This tells me she is most likely impersonating someone)

The family:...... (silence)

Amelia:  Who knows what happened with the Rams' team?

The family: ..... (silence.  no ones.  Seriously.  If our lives depended on it, we couldn't tell you one single thing other than they play football and are from St Louis.*)

Amelia: (dramatic voice, holds up her hands over her head):  Welllllllllllll, the Rams have won 1 game and lost 3 games (demonstrates by holding up fingers).  Do you think the Rams have won more games or lost more games (dramatic pause)?

The family: Lost?

Amelia: YES!  The Rams are SO sad because they lost more games than they have won!  The Rams have to work really hard to win the next game!

The family: Hmmmm....(John is particular is impressed.  He pulls out his phone to verify this information)

Amelia: Now!  What about the Cardinals team (she is still talking in this false voice, waving her arms when she talks and making odd facial expressions)?

The family: .......

Amelia:  The Cardinals are winning!  They have to win one more game!  It is so exciting!

John: (whispering): Holy cow!  She is right!  (a stricken look comes across his face)  Our 4 year old knows more about current sporting news than we do.....Should we be worried?

Kelly: Nah.  We know where the information is coming from...

* I am not kidding when I saw we don't follow sports.  This fact is incomprehensible to several of our neighbors** and friends, but we literally do not follow sports.  At all.  Ever. 

**Our poor neighbor is super friendly and has been trying for YEARS to engage John in sportstalk.  He talks about all the St Louis teams (baseball, football, hockey, soccer) and when that doesn't spark a conversation, he will easily switch to the Minnesota teams (baseball, football, hockey, basketball).  Every single time he is completely baffled that John and I don't have anything to discuss.  Nope. Didn't catch the game.  Or that one.  Or the other one.  Yeah.  Not that one either.

Hmmm...

William just did this...should be easy, shouldn't it?

16 months old!

Gemma was 16 months old yesterday!

I feel like this month has really produced a toddler child living in our house rather than a baby. I suspect this may have been true for a few months, I just wasn't ready to see it before now.

Gemma is taking and adding new words constantly. She is independent a d prefers to feed herself. She knows what food she wants and she will point to where EXACTLY on her tray she would like you to put it. She'll point to the bag of cheese on the counter, say "cheese" and then point to where she would like it on her tray.

She adores her red shoes more than anything. She will pitch a huge tantrum if you dare to put another pair of shoes on her feet. So, lately she wears just socks to the playground. Once we reach the playground, she still doesn't want tennis shoes, but the excitement of playground! is enough distraction she won't put up a huge fight.

Yesterday, she got up and decided it was time to change her baby's diaper. This required a huge number of wipes (10+) and a diaper. Also, a great deal of concentration.

You'll also notice she had a cute little ponytail yesterday for about 45 minutes before pulling it out.

Gemma feed herself potatoes

Gemma is the earliest of our crew to master the silverware. Maybe it is because the standard is lower and I don't care if she gets super messy? Maybe because she has to fend for herself at mealtimes?

Whatever the reason, she loves to feed herself with a fork and spoon. Right before John started recording, Gemma would feed herself a bite and the point for some more. If the food wasn't immediately forthcoming, she would bang and yell. Somewhere along the line, we gained another spoon and I'd load one spoon while she fed herself with the other. Then we'd switch.

She had already consumed a huge portion of potatoes and she had slowed down considerably at this point. In the background you'll hear William singing Take me out to the ball game.

Baseball!

We went to our first baseball game as a family last night. The son of our friends had a game and with such gorgeous weather, how could we say no to 1.free 2.local 3. A great kid we all love?

The funniest part?

Gemma was totally mesmerized by the game. She sat quietly for most of the game and just took it all in with short pauses to point out where the ball was on the field.

The other two were interested for about 3-4 minutes until they realized it was way more fun to run around chasing each other while screaming.

Gemma loves

...mashed potatoes! She loves to feed them to herself even more.

We love that she loves them because she is currently our only child who does not cry when we put the potatoes on her plate!