Welcome March.
March Madness -- and I'm not talking basketball.
In like a lion out like a lamb? I think not. Perhaps in like a tarantula -- large enough where you think you see something, but aren't quite sure and then you figure out what it really is and OH MY GREAT HORNED OWLS WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!!! And then March went out, like a tornado. Or Hurricane. Or stampede of bulls in Pamplona and we were the pavement -- or that random weird guy who always gets horned and makes it famous because the picture is passed around the internet.
After wondering if Clara was really falling behind, she has finally picked up her vocabulary. She repeats soo many things, and is putting together phrases much better than before. (Phew.) She knows a lot more than she lets on (another phew). And she knows...no. And in the past week, has begun using it -- constantly. I could list all of the different times Clara uses no, but what's the point really. It applies to everything. But on the same note, she also says "Ok" or "k" quite a bit -- as in 'Clara, let's go change your diaper now' "'K" she says. Call me crazy, I think it's cute. Then there are the double takes I have to do when I honestly hear her asking me "why". I can only assume it's because her big sister uses that word in just about every conversation we have, and not like "Why does the sun shine" or "Why do you have to use that knife when you cut fruit, but a different knife when you butter toast" but more of the Why do I have to do that when Clara doesn't...or Why does Clara get/have/etc that and I don't? So it's totally understandable as to where Clara would pick it up, I just want it stopped. It's way to early for another Whyer in the house.
And then last night at dinner, after about a ten minute chorus-only rendition of YMCA complete with hand movements (which, I let go on much longer than I usually would have because there was actual eating involved during this time -- eating that didn't involve me feeding someone or begging them to please put some kind of food from their plate in their mouth in a timely fashion) I finally had to stop the madness. I am sure there was a phase, though I'm not sure when it would've been, when I find that song just as engaging, but frankly now days it is on my top ten least liked songs right up there with the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance. I don't care which you say, that is NOT what it's all about. So, post YMCAing Greta announces that she has two boyfriends. I had never heard her use that term before. Her best friend for a while now has been a boy, but not boyfriend. I didn't want to over analyze, so I just said "oh cool, what does that mean" and I really didn't get a coherent answer so I'm not worried. However, on the heels of proclaiming all of the Carolina Hurricanes hockey team her best friends, we will have to start looking for some good female friendships and encourage that a little more I suppose.
Finally, this morning -- after a lot of practicing over the past month, this morning Greta finally managed to connect her seatbelt while in her car seat. A feat which might seem meaningless and stupid to some of you without a basketball protruding from your belly which makes leaning over a marvel in gravity defiance/balance/grace nearly impossible, but that walk to the other side of the car can just seem so long on legs already carrying 20 pounds more than what they are used to (yes, 20...already). So I was really excited about this whole seatbelt thing.
Let's hope April is a little more...subdued. That the warm weather brings out the best in all of us as we stay outside as much as possible before it becomes too warm to even breathe.
The mail is here, and that laundry from the previous post still hasn't found it's way into the dryer yet, and I hear birds calling for me outside.
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