Olivia was playing with a puzzle yesterday, but had her back to me. She did something (I couldn't see what) with a puzzle piece that must have been incredibly amusing because all of a sudden she gave a very hearty and very fake, dramatic laugh. "That is so hilarious!" she gushed. I laughed (for real) and said, "YOU are hilarious!" Olivia countered with, "No, YOU'RE hilarious! You're COVERED in hilarious!"
Good one.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
We went to a baby shower today.
At first explanation, I told Olivia it was a baby party, which sounded misleading, so I changed the description to "a party for ladies who are going to have babies." More accurate, but still confusing, so I finally told her we're going to a baby shower. Women who have babies get to have a party where people shower them with gifts. No one will be taking a shower, only being showered by gifts. I think she sort of got it.
When she got up from her nap, I reminded her we were going to a baby shower. She elaborated, "There won't be one" (a wet, watery shower, that is.) That's correct.
I put her in a dress and did her hair and we were about to leave when I realized I hadn't diapered her yet - taken off the wet diaper - yes, but not yet put on a clean one. I laughed and dramatically told her what I had realized:
"Pie! Mommy forgot to put a diaper on you! What if we had gone to the shower and you went potty on somebody's carpet! That would be so embarrassing!"
Her very serious reply cracked me up. "I would not do that."
I told her that was good to know. She must have liked the drama in "what could have been" because she rolled the phrase over on her tongue several times for the next few minutes, "So embarrassing! So embarrassing!"
At first explanation, I told Olivia it was a baby party, which sounded misleading, so I changed the description to "a party for ladies who are going to have babies." More accurate, but still confusing, so I finally told her we're going to a baby shower. Women who have babies get to have a party where people shower them with gifts. No one will be taking a shower, only being showered by gifts. I think she sort of got it.
When she got up from her nap, I reminded her we were going to a baby shower. She elaborated, "There won't be one" (a wet, watery shower, that is.) That's correct.
I put her in a dress and did her hair and we were about to leave when I realized I hadn't diapered her yet - taken off the wet diaper - yes, but not yet put on a clean one. I laughed and dramatically told her what I had realized:
"Pie! Mommy forgot to put a diaper on you! What if we had gone to the shower and you went potty on somebody's carpet! That would be so embarrassing!"
Her very serious reply cracked me up. "I would not do that."
I told her that was good to know. She must have liked the drama in "what could have been" because she rolled the phrase over on her tongue several times for the next few minutes, "So embarrassing! So embarrassing!"
Note: This post will be exponentially funnier if read aloud.
Like with books, Olivia tends to find a favorite CD and want to only listen to that one for a while. Right now, it's the United States of America states and capitals CD that she requests every time we get into the car. ("America music!") The songs are seriously in my head all day long. I wake up in the middle of the night with "Jefferson City, Missouri. Helena, Montana" etc. coursing through my brain. I already know my states and capitals. Now I just have a musical version of them clogging up my brain. Anyway...
The other day, Olivia was playing at her little kitchen and pulling out various food items. She held up the bright blue fake salt shaker and said, "pepper!" Evan said, "Not pepper, it's the other one."
"Salt!" she corrected, which in her 2-year-old voice comes out sounding like, "sauwt." We both congratulated her on this important piece of information.
Then, to herself, "Sauwt, sauwt...Sauwt Dakota!"
Like with books, Olivia tends to find a favorite CD and want to only listen to that one for a while. Right now, it's the United States of America states and capitals CD that she requests every time we get into the car. ("America music!") The songs are seriously in my head all day long. I wake up in the middle of the night with "Jefferson City, Missouri. Helena, Montana" etc. coursing through my brain. I already know my states and capitals. Now I just have a musical version of them clogging up my brain. Anyway...
The other day, Olivia was playing at her little kitchen and pulling out various food items. She held up the bright blue fake salt shaker and said, "pepper!" Evan said, "Not pepper, it's the other one."
"Salt!" she corrected, which in her 2-year-old voice comes out sounding like, "sauwt." We both congratulated her on this important piece of information.
Then, to herself, "Sauwt, sauwt...Sauwt Dakota!"
When Olivia got up this morning, I gave her the run-down of the day, per usual. She had some funny things to say.
Me: We're going on a walk with Zach and Amy this morning.
Olivia: Again?
(Our last walk with them was two weeks ago.)
Me: Yes, again! But they're coming to our house this time.
O: Am I coming, too?
Me: Yep, I'll push you in your stroller.
O: Don't talk to Amy this time.
(Last time I gave her a heads-up that I'd be talking to Amy the whole walk so she needed to take a toy that would occupy her.)
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Two things that melted my heart over the weekend:
1.) We stopped at the Norske Nook on our way to Wisconsin Dells this weekend. We each enjoyed ahealthy hearty dose of Scandinavian comfort food. Olivia was being cute and funny as usual, as she munched on her lefse appetizer and played with the Norwegian and American flags at the table. At one point, I told her, "You are my favorite piece of Pie (Pie being the name she goes by 90% of the time around our house). She returned the complement with, "You are my favorite piece of Mom."
2.) Walking through the water park at our resort on Saturday, Olivia said, "Hold me, Mommy."
"I'd love to hold you," I replied. Her response, "You're my best friend, Mom."
I don't know where she's heard of best friends or what exactly she thinks that means, but I'll take it.
1.) We stopped at the Norske Nook on our way to Wisconsin Dells this weekend. We each enjoyed a
2.) Walking through the water park at our resort on Saturday, Olivia said, "Hold me, Mommy."
"I'd love to hold you," I replied. Her response, "You're my best friend, Mom."
I don't know where she's heard of best friends or what exactly she thinks that means, but I'll take it.
"This is Olivia. She is good at lots of things. She is very good at wearing people out. She even wears herself out."If you are familiar with Ian Falconer's "Olivia" series, you'll recognize those first few lines from his book.
Our Olivia knows the books well, almost by heart. She loves the books and any other Olivia the Pig paraphernalia. I'm happy to say, she isn't quite the handful that the literary character is.
Today as she and I were playing with sidewalk chalk, she found that the chalk was just the right size to push through the little holes of her small, plastic wheelbarrow (read: sidewalk chalk holder). Satisfied with her cleverness, she told me, "I am good at lots of things."
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