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Friday, March 29, 2013
March 28, 2013 ~ Singing Up A Storm
Drawn In Thursdays is coming...I think. Let's see how busy I really am...
Billy has a love of singing. And thanks to daycare, he now knows lyrics to songs. This was the serenade I got on the car ride home yesterday.
"Twinkle little star,
Up up the world so high
Twinkle little star, twinkle twinkle little star,
Diamond in sky,
Twinkle little star!
Itsy bitsy spider
climbed up the spider spider
Down came the rain and
Itsy bitsy spider
Sun in sky and
Itsy bitsy spider
Cow jumped over the moon
A b c d f m g,
h and k j l and b,
w s,
p m b,
w s,
y and b
next time won't you sing with me...
twinkle little star,
up up in the world so high
twinkle little star!"
That's his song and he's sticking to it!
Billy has a love of singing. And thanks to daycare, he now knows lyrics to songs. This was the serenade I got on the car ride home yesterday.
"Twinkle little star,
Up up the world so high
Twinkle little star, twinkle twinkle little star,
Diamond in sky,
Twinkle little star!
Itsy bitsy spider
climbed up the spider spider
Down came the rain and
Itsy bitsy spider
Sun in sky and
Itsy bitsy spider
Cow jumped over the moon
A b c d f m g,
h and k j l and b,
w s,
p m b,
w s,
y and b
next time won't you sing with me...
twinkle little star,
up up in the world so high
twinkle little star!"
That's his song and he's sticking to it!
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
March 26, 2013 ~ No, Play That Other Song
Awhile back I posted about Billy's love of the Chattanooga Choo Choo. Here's the post.
He hasn't asked for it in awhile. Well, he started asking for it again. It's on a mix CD (hey, remember those?) that I keep in my car.
So, I played the 'Chatnaga' Choo Choo at his request. The next song to come on in order was Fly Me To The Moon.
"Mommy, I no wanna hear Fly Me To The Moon. I wanna hear Chatnaga Choo Choo!".
Wait... was that my toddler knowing the name of the next song and then asking for a different song?
"We just heard the Choo Choo song. Let's listen to something else."
"Um, Kalamazoo."
Wait, is that my toddler remembering the name of ANOTHER song on the same CD? Why, yes. Yes, it is.
This conversion actually happened on the way home from Gammy's. The reason I mention it here is that last night on the way home Billy again asked for the Choo Choo song. Then Fly Me To The Moon came on and he started singing along with it. His favorite line? "Baby, kiss me." He thinks that's just so funny. Then he requested Kalamazoo and started singing it BEFORE I put it on. Oh, yes. He remembers the lyrics to that one too. Well, mainly just the "zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo part." He sang the two songs the whole time between getting home and bed (which thankfully wasn't that long). He went off to bed singing, "baby, kiss me!"
He hasn't asked for it in awhile. Well, he started asking for it again. It's on a mix CD (hey, remember those?) that I keep in my car.
So, I played the 'Chatnaga' Choo Choo at his request. The next song to come on in order was Fly Me To The Moon.
"Mommy, I no wanna hear Fly Me To The Moon. I wanna hear Chatnaga Choo Choo!".
Wait... was that my toddler knowing the name of the next song and then asking for a different song?
"We just heard the Choo Choo song. Let's listen to something else."
"Um, Kalamazoo."
Wait, is that my toddler remembering the name of ANOTHER song on the same CD? Why, yes. Yes, it is.
This conversion actually happened on the way home from Gammy's. The reason I mention it here is that last night on the way home Billy again asked for the Choo Choo song. Then Fly Me To The Moon came on and he started singing along with it. His favorite line? "Baby, kiss me." He thinks that's just so funny. Then he requested Kalamazoo and started singing it BEFORE I put it on. Oh, yes. He remembers the lyrics to that one too. Well, mainly just the "zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo part." He sang the two songs the whole time between getting home and bed (which thankfully wasn't that long). He went off to bed singing, "baby, kiss me!"
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
March 25, 2013 ~ Sledding. Finally!
Well, it finally snowed. It's Spring and we got our first significant snowfall of the year. We'd given up hope, but here it is!
Unfortunately, Billy didn't gt to enjoy too much of it. I was sure that daycare was going to be closed. The schools were. But daycare opened, so Billy went off to school and I went off to work.
After work I dressed Billy up in his winter get-up with snow pants and everything. We grabbed the toboggan and headed for the hills. This was Billy's first ever attempt to go sledding. Rain had turned some of the snow to mush and lessened the amount, but we hoped to find enough on the hills to attempt a run or two.
What luck!
Kids had turned the snow-covered hill to mostly grass with earlier sledding fun, but there was enough left to get some sledding in. I thought Billy was going to be scared. It's a big hill. But he hopped right into the sled and was ready to go. he giggled the whole way down.
We went down the hill a few more times before he informed me, "Mommy, this time I go just me." That's right. He wanted to go all by himself.
Not going to hover, not going to hover...
So I put him in the sled, gave him a push and prayed for dear life.
He giggled the whole way down. "Again, Mommy!"
Yep. Again and again he went down that big hill all by himself we me chasing the sled down the hill on foot. He didn't want to go inside, but the lack of daylight sent us in.
Here's looking forward to next winter!
Unfortunately, Billy didn't gt to enjoy too much of it. I was sure that daycare was going to be closed. The schools were. But daycare opened, so Billy went off to school and I went off to work.
After work I dressed Billy up in his winter get-up with snow pants and everything. We grabbed the toboggan and headed for the hills. This was Billy's first ever attempt to go sledding. Rain had turned some of the snow to mush and lessened the amount, but we hoped to find enough on the hills to attempt a run or two.
What luck!
Kids had turned the snow-covered hill to mostly grass with earlier sledding fun, but there was enough left to get some sledding in. I thought Billy was going to be scared. It's a big hill. But he hopped right into the sled and was ready to go. he giggled the whole way down.
We went down the hill a few more times before he informed me, "Mommy, this time I go just me." That's right. He wanted to go all by himself.
Not going to hover, not going to hover...
So I put him in the sled, gave him a push and prayed for dear life.
He giggled the whole way down. "Again, Mommy!"
Yep. Again and again he went down that big hill all by himself we me chasing the sled down the hill on foot. He didn't want to go inside, but the lack of daylight sent us in.
Here's looking forward to next winter!
Monday, March 25, 2013
The Sunday Post ~ Twas The Night Before Easter
A revisit from last year's Easter post:
Twas the night before Easter
And all through the house
The eggs were all dyed
stripes and flowers and one even looked like a mouse.
The baskets were placed by the back door with care
In hopes that the Easter Bunny soon would be there.
The children were tucked all snug in their beds
while visions of chocolate bunnies danced in their heads.
And Pa in his PJs and I in my gown
Had finished our running and just settled down.
When in the kids' bedroom there arose such a clatter
We sprang from our seats to see what was the matter.
Away to their door I flew with all speed
They were back asleep after one had gotten up and peed.
A late dinner awaited out on the deck.
It was a little too chilly, but hey, "what the heck?"
When out in the garden there was a flash of white fur.
He ran by so fast it was all just a blur.
With a cottonball tail and ears so funny
I knew in a moment it was the Easter Bunny!
He hopped up the step and hopped up one more.
Then then all a sudden he hopped through the door.
His fluffy fur was as white as snow.
And around his neck he wore a pink and yellow polka-dot bow.
And on his head a he wore a tophat
It held all the candy- it must be a magic hat!
Oh how it wiggled, that small bunny nose
And how long those feet, with their cute bunny toes.
His ears on his head reached up so high
A wonder they couldn't reach to the sky.
He filled each basket one by one
Then wiggled his nose when he was all done.
Choclates and peeps and candy galore.
But I thought to myself, "there must be some more!"
Then for each basket a final touch-
That chocolate bunny we all love so much.
Now he was finished and turned with a jerk.
Off to the kitchen to finish his work.
From the fridge he took the bowl of dyed eggs.
Then hopped out into the yard on his white, fuzzy legs.
He hid each one in the garden with care.
Under rocks, behind trees- he hid them with flare.
Then he winked at us and wiggled his nose
And dashed away beneath the primrose.
But I heard him exclaim as he hopped out of sight
"Happy Easter to all, and to all a good night!"
The Sunday Post ~ Twas The Night Before Easter
And all through the house
The eggs were all dyed
stripes and flowers and one even looked like a mouse.
The baskets were placed by the back door with care
In hopes that the Easter Bunny soon would be there.
The children were tucked all snug in their beds
while visions of chocolate bunnies danced in their heads.
And Pa in his PJs and I in my gown
Had finished our running and just settled down.
When in the kids' bedroom there arose such a clatter
We sprang from our seats to see what was the matter.
Away to their door I flew with all speed
They were back asleep after one had gotten up and peed.
A late dinner awaited out on the deck.
It was a little too chilly, but hey, "what the heck?"
When out in the garden there was a flash of white fur.
He ran by so fast it was all just a blur.
With a cottonball tail and ears so funny
I knew in a moment it was the Easter Bunny!
He hopped up the step and hopped up one more.
Then then all a sudden he hopped through the door.
His fluffy fur was as white as snow.
And around his neck he wore a pink and yellow polka-dot bow.
And on his head a he wore a tophat
It held all the candy- it must be a magic hat!
Oh how it wiggled, that small bunny nose
And how long those feet, with their cute bunny toes.
His ears on his head reached up so high
A wonder they couldn't reach to the sky.
He filled each basket one by one
Then wiggled his nose when he was all done.
Choclates and peeps and candy galore.
But I thought to myself, "there must be some more!"
Then for each basket a final touch-
That chocolate bunny we all love so much.
Now he was finished and turned with a jerk.
Off to the kitchen to finish his work.
From the fridge he took the bowl of dyed eggs.
Then hopped out into the yard on his white, fuzzy legs.
He hid each one in the garden with care.
Under rocks, behind trees- he hid them with flare.
Then he winked at us and wiggled his nose
And dashed away beneath the primrose.
But I heard him exclaim as he hopped out of sight
"Happy Easter to all, and to all a good night!"
Palm Sunday Weekend 2013
You know what happens when I'm excessively busy? I don't make it to the computer to post. I've been busy at work, busy at home.
Actually, it's kind of a funny story for what was going to be Thursday's post. Billy kept telling me about the alligator under the bed and how he needed to put his shoes on and had to be careful. This was randomly in the car, so not even related to bedtime. I was telling the story on Saturday and come to find out that his rendition closely resembles a children's book about an alligator under the bed. Here I thought he was super inventive, but he was just telling me the story he heard at school most likely.
Friday was a boring day. Nothing to report.
Saturday we started our day with a pillow pile. I pulled all of the cushions off of the couch and we took turns diving into the pillows. He thought this was the best thing ever. We got to "swim" in pillows.
After that we broke out the play dough. Billy decided to use it to "paint" his nails.
Well, at least it's blue.
After nap we went shopping. Carter's was having a sale and I'm in the market for a decent Easter outfit. No luck on that. But Billy did get to pick out his very own shoes. They don't fit him yet- maybe another few months, although he wants to wear them starting yesterday.
Oh yes. They have a collection of balls down the side that light up when he walks. I did my best to capture the awesomeness that is the light up shoes in this picture. I think I failed miserably. They are silver and navy blue.
After the shopping adventure it was off to see Gammy.
I know what you're asking... wait, who's Gammy? We've got Grandma, and Nana (Peepop's wife) and dearly departed Grandmother. Gammy is a good friend of Grandma. You know how some of your parents' friends are around so often they feel like family? That's Gammy (as she's requested to be called). She's not the only close family friend that I grew up with, but a very dear one to be sure.
Our little afternoon visit ran on so late that Billy didn't get to bed until well after bedtime. That's okay, gabbing with Gammy was worth it. Besides, Grandma and Gammy don't get to see each other nearly enough.
~
Palm Sunday
Well, we opted to go to the kids Mass very early in the morning. Palm Sunday is perhaps the longest Mass of the year, so fortunately they kept it short. That's relative- it was still well over an hour, but at least it wasn't the full High Mass that I usually go to. Billy wouldn't not have cooperated.
He was very good for Mass. It helped that he had a palm frond to inspect and play with until Daddy took it away. Billy bopped the head of the lady in the pew in front of us. Unfortunately, Daddy bopped Billy in the nose in the process of extricating the palm frond. That sent him into high-pitched wails just in time for Communion. But he was very well-behaved otherwise. We did have to make two trips to the potty- both successful. And he kept asking about the smell (incense).
I think the big thing that kept him quiet was that he wanted to see baby Jesus. The last time we were in Church he did get to see baby Jesus in the beautiful nativity scene in one of the smaller chapels. But, Christmas is over and the Nativity scene long put away. I took him up to the altar to look at the crucifix instead.
"But, Mommy, that's big Jesus"
"I know. But that last time we were here was his birthday. Now he's big. He grew up."
Okay, well, he bought it- for now. How does one explain the mystery that is religion to a two-year-old?
I know! Let's ask the Easter Bunny.
We got home from Church and headed over to the annual neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt.
It was bitterly cold, but the kids showed up in force. They all ran around collecting as many eggs as they can. Since I was on the hiding committee, I kept Billy from collecting more than 10 so that all of the kids could get some. I swear all of the eggs were gone in less than 5 minutes.
Two boys and their grandma showed up late to the hunt and missed out. I asked Billy if he would be okay with sharing. He went up to the boys and handed each of them an egg from his very own basket. Then he went around offering up other eggs to other children to make sure than everyone got one. I didn't tell him to do it. I asked him if he wanted to share. He did it of his own accord.
He also got to visit with the Easter Bunny.
Yes, he's creepy. We're going to see if we can't get the bunny some better digs for next year. Despite that, Billy was SO excited to meet the bunny. He followed him (really a her) around until the Easter Bunny's mom picked him (her) up in a car and drove away.
You should see Billy's face when he talks about the meeting the Easter Bunny. Smile from ear to ear. He can't wait for the Easter Bunny to come by on Easter and fill his basket with candy.
Look, Ma! The Easter Bunny is real!
Actually, it's kind of a funny story for what was going to be Thursday's post. Billy kept telling me about the alligator under the bed and how he needed to put his shoes on and had to be careful. This was randomly in the car, so not even related to bedtime. I was telling the story on Saturday and come to find out that his rendition closely resembles a children's book about an alligator under the bed. Here I thought he was super inventive, but he was just telling me the story he heard at school most likely.
Friday was a boring day. Nothing to report.
Saturday we started our day with a pillow pile. I pulled all of the cushions off of the couch and we took turns diving into the pillows. He thought this was the best thing ever. We got to "swim" in pillows.
After that we broke out the play dough. Billy decided to use it to "paint" his nails.
After nap we went shopping. Carter's was having a sale and I'm in the market for a decent Easter outfit. No luck on that. But Billy did get to pick out his very own shoes. They don't fit him yet- maybe another few months, although he wants to wear them starting yesterday.
After the shopping adventure it was off to see Gammy.
I know what you're asking... wait, who's Gammy? We've got Grandma, and Nana (Peepop's wife) and dearly departed Grandmother. Gammy is a good friend of Grandma. You know how some of your parents' friends are around so often they feel like family? That's Gammy (as she's requested to be called). She's not the only close family friend that I grew up with, but a very dear one to be sure.
Our little afternoon visit ran on so late that Billy didn't get to bed until well after bedtime. That's okay, gabbing with Gammy was worth it. Besides, Grandma and Gammy don't get to see each other nearly enough.
~
Palm Sunday
Well, we opted to go to the kids Mass very early in the morning. Palm Sunday is perhaps the longest Mass of the year, so fortunately they kept it short. That's relative- it was still well over an hour, but at least it wasn't the full High Mass that I usually go to. Billy wouldn't not have cooperated.
He was very good for Mass. It helped that he had a palm frond to inspect and play with until Daddy took it away. Billy bopped the head of the lady in the pew in front of us. Unfortunately, Daddy bopped Billy in the nose in the process of extricating the palm frond. That sent him into high-pitched wails just in time for Communion. But he was very well-behaved otherwise. We did have to make two trips to the potty- both successful. And he kept asking about the smell (incense).
I think the big thing that kept him quiet was that he wanted to see baby Jesus. The last time we were in Church he did get to see baby Jesus in the beautiful nativity scene in one of the smaller chapels. But, Christmas is over and the Nativity scene long put away. I took him up to the altar to look at the crucifix instead.
"But, Mommy, that's big Jesus"
"I know. But that last time we were here was his birthday. Now he's big. He grew up."
Okay, well, he bought it- for now. How does one explain the mystery that is religion to a two-year-old?
I know! Let's ask the Easter Bunny.
We got home from Church and headed over to the annual neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt.
It was bitterly cold, but the kids showed up in force. They all ran around collecting as many eggs as they can. Since I was on the hiding committee, I kept Billy from collecting more than 10 so that all of the kids could get some. I swear all of the eggs were gone in less than 5 minutes.
Two boys and their grandma showed up late to the hunt and missed out. I asked Billy if he would be okay with sharing. He went up to the boys and handed each of them an egg from his very own basket. Then he went around offering up other eggs to other children to make sure than everyone got one. I didn't tell him to do it. I asked him if he wanted to share. He did it of his own accord.
He also got to visit with the Easter Bunny.
Yes, he's creepy. We're going to see if we can't get the bunny some better digs for next year. Despite that, Billy was SO excited to meet the bunny. He followed him (really a her) around until the Easter Bunny's mom picked him (her) up in a car and drove away.
You should see Billy's face when he talks about the meeting the Easter Bunny. Smile from ear to ear. He can't wait for the Easter Bunny to come by on Easter and fill his basket with candy.
Look, Ma! The Easter Bunny is real!
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