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You're a circle!

You're a circle!

9/28/2007
Usually, Alexa and Luke come over every weekend, alternating between just Saturday morning and the whole weekend from Friday night to Sunday. They really seem to enjoy their trips to "Daddy house" which of course makes me very happy. Here are some random bits of cuteness from the past few months.


Luke threw a bowl of chili on the floor when he was done eating it and got it all over the carpet. So I was rather annoyed and being all stern mean Daddy, and told him he had to sit in the chair until I was done cleaning it up, and THEN he'd go in timeout. So after ten minutes of me grumpily going over the large area of carpet that was splattered in chili, trying to get it clean, muttering under my breath (and still not close to finished) he looks at me and says in the sweetest innocentest voice - "Hey! Daddy house! Watcha doin?"

(Yes, he still went in timeout as promised. But I was a little less grumpy after that)

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After Alexa gets done in the bath I get her big fluffy yellow towel and start drying her off. When I get to her face I make a big show of drying her face off all energetically, especially her nose. Then I start drying off the rest of her. But every 5 seconds during the process she giggles and says "Nose, please!". And I have to dry her nose again.

Or sometimes I'll just grab it and hold it until she wriggles free, just for fun :)

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Luke was still taking a bottle at night up until a few months ago, and it got to the point where that particular battle needed to be fought. So during the day I explained to him he was a big boy and didn't need a bottle any more, and asked him to put his bottles in the trashcan, which he dutifully and happily did. Then bedtime came around and as soon as he was put into bed he started crying for a bottle. The conversation went something like this:

Luke: "Want bottle!"
Me: "You can't have a bottle, Luke, you threw them away because you're a big boy, remember?"
Luke: "No! Tiny baby!"
Me: "But tiny babies don't get to ride on the choo choo trains, do they?"
Luke: "No"
Me: "And tiny babies don't go to the playground, do they?"
Luke: "No"
Me: "And tiny babies don't get to play with cars do they?"
Luke: "No"
Me: "So you're a big boy, right?"
Luke: "Right"
Me: "And you don't need a bottle, right?"
Luke (crying again): "Want bottle!"
Me: "You don't need a bottle, cos you're a big boy!"
Luke: "No, tiny baby!"
Me: "I think this conversation is going in circles."
Luke (uber whiny): "YOU'RE a circle!"
Me (leaving the room while valiantly trying not to crack up): "Goodnight, Luke, I love you."

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Alexa has learnt that if she hurts herself she'll get a kiss better. Of course if she ASKED for a kiss she'd also get a kiss, but she prefers to come up to you like this:
Alexa: "Hurtcha elbow"
Me: "Awww" *kiss*
Alexa: "Hurtcha leg"
Me: "You hurt your leg too? Awww" *kiss*
Alexa: "Hurtcha nose!"
Me: "I don't think you really hurt your nose, you just want kisses" *kiss*
Alexa: "Hurtcha fingers! Hurtcha feet! Hurtcha cheeks!"
Me: "Now you're just being silly." *kiss* *kiss* *kiss*

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Me: "Luke, drink your juice."
Luke: "I can't WANT to drinka juice!" ("can't want to", I love that, as if he'd really LIKE to want to, but just can't)
Me: "Why not?" (this was one of Luke's favorite phrases at the time, I thought I might outsmart him by turning it around on him)
Luke: "Cuz... NO!"

(oh, and this also seems like the best place to mention what he says when he really DOES want to drink what he's been given. "This is very thirsty!")

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I was reading them "Love you forever" and on one of the pages the little boy in the story has left a dirty handprint. Luke pointed at it and said "A clue!"

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One more. Luke again (Alexa is just as adorable, but since Luke's language development has now clearly surpassed hers, she's adorable in less verbal ways, that are less bloggable). I'd been watching some Thomas the Tank Engine (or "Thomas the train!") videos with them on Youtube and then we had lunch. While I was making lunch I merrily sang the Thomas theme music.

Luke: "Stop singing!"
Me: "I can't sing? Why not?"
Luke: "Cuz... no singing!"
Me: "But I want to sing!"
Luke: "No singing Thomas the Train song!"
Me: "Ok, what can I sing? Can I sing this?" *starts singing one of the songs from OMWF*
Luke: "No singing Buffies!"
Me: "How about, can I sing this?" *starts singing some Ben Folds*
Luke: "No singing!"
Me: "Ok then, what can I sing, Luke?"
Luke (thinking hard): "Hmm... sing... Thomas the Train song!"