Genevieve and I took a road trip this weekend to watch some amateur car racing. Since it was passover we brought our own lunch and had a picnic overlooking the "S" curves. She didn't really understand the concept of the race but had a good time overall and was busy cheering "Go Cars!!!!" every time they whizzed by.
Sophie had her eight-month check-up today. The new stats:
Height: 29.5" (off the charts) Weight: 21 pounds (90th percentile)
Before you start panicking that Sophie is only in the 90th percentile for weight please keep in mind that she just got over being sick (coxsackie virus or hoof-and-mouth as we call it) and that she's still in the 90th percentile for weight. She won't be losing any sumo matches just yet.
Sophie wants to walk very badly. She's got speed crawling down pretty well, much to the dismay of Noodles, but she knows there is a better way. She can pull herself up to a standing position with ease and is starting to cruise around the furniture. One of her favorite games is pulling up and then letting go to see what happens. She falls and then repeats. It's lots of fun until she lands face first on the coffee table.
Sophie had two shots today to catch her up on her immunizations. She and Genevieve were sick all of last week so I'm pretty used to the crankiness by now. Hopefully we won't see the doctor again until June.
I took the kids outside today to enjoy the beautiful weather. Sophie seems to enjoy being in the Pack N Play outside. She also enjoys eating the Pack N Play outside.
Genevieve's class had a mock seder last week. The kids sang songs and danced for us. Well, some of the kids sang and danced. Some cried and some covered their heads with both arms.
For some reason all of their productions make me think of herding cats.
It isn't often that Genevieve will say something that totally surprises us. She's always been very verbal and has an incredible recollection for even the most minor details. It isn't uncommon for her to bring up a past topic months later. However, three times in the past week she has said things that just made us stop in our tracks.
Earlier this week while eating breakfast I was discussing what book I might like to read next. I said that I was thinking of reading Fight Club. Genevieve, I'm sure, has never heard of that one but immediately placed it within a context that she did understand. "Amelia Bedelia Fight Club?" she asked. Carrie and I both looked at her and started laughing. Not really aware what the joke was Genevieve started laughing too.
This morning at breakfast Genevieve turned to me and said, "Knock! Knock!" "Who's there?" I responded through a mouthful of my cinnamon toast crunch. "Don't talk with your mouth full" she reprimanded with a grin. *sigh* Outwitted by a three year old.
Yesterday I had told G that after lunch we could take a walk to the library. During lunch it started to rain. "Oh well," I said, "I guess we won't get to go to the library." "We can still go to the library," Genevieve corrected me. "But it's raining," I replied. She smiled at me condescendingly, "It'll be fine as long as we have our bumbershoots."
Now Genevieve is quick to make up words and say silly things; yet her manufactured words often sound the same. My assumption was that this was one of those times even though this word was different than her normal pattern. I looked across the table to Carrie. She gave an imperceptible shrug.
"I'm afraid I don't have a bumbershoot," I snickered. "That's alright daddy; you can borrow mommy's," she offered helpfully. At this point neither of us could contain our mirth and began to laugh. When I was partially recomposed I asked, "Genevieve, what is a bumbershoot?" "Oh," she answered, "that's what we call them in England." Carrie began to laugh harder. "What do we call them in the states?" I asked. Exasperated with my apparent ignorance she only said one word: umbrellas.
Now I consider myself fairly well read and fairly well travelled. I'm up on many customs and jargon. But it is particularly humbling to be educated by your three year old daughter. bumbershoots
Genevieve: 2 Daddy: 0 (I'm calling the Amelia Bedelia incident a tie)
Genevieve's class went to a matzo-making demonstration this week. Genevieve got to be a little helper during the demonstration. She brought home a piece of matzo from the matzo "factory" and wants to use it for this year's afikoman. Of course what she really wants is the present for finding the afikoman.
