Sunday, November 10, 2013
Rejection!
Mab's ire was roused, and she declared: "You are super sad, and I don't like you, and you are no such thing as Mommy!" Burn!
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Where did she get that?
Mab: I'm a bad grasshopper.
Grown-up: Really? What did you do?
Mab: I kill a man.
Grown-up: .... ... ... huh. That's awful.
Grown-up: Really? What did you do?
Mab: I kill a man.
Grown-up: .... ... ... huh. That's awful.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Friday, August 23, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Perspectives
Faelan has been building guns out of trio blocks and describing them in detail over the last week or so: "This is a full-back laser, and this is a cartridge sealed with lava sealants, and this is made from heavy metal from the center of the earth. It has auto-pilot and a trigger and you sight through this, unless you don't need it, and then you take it off and PEW! you look through this hole and that one shoots lava bullets."
Mab picked up his latest gun just now and described it: "What dis? It's upside-down. Downward dog. Oh, a daddy, a daddy! And dis is a mommy, and dis is a little one. This is a baby. It doesn't go to the ground. Are you a mommy? Are you a person? The mommy is a person!"
Mab picked up his latest gun just now and described it: "What dis? It's upside-down. Downward dog. Oh, a daddy, a daddy! And dis is a mommy, and dis is a little one. This is a baby. It doesn't go to the ground. Are you a mommy? Are you a person? The mommy is a person!"
Friday, August 9, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Mab has been singing
"Rockabye baby, in the treetop
When the bough breaks, it's time to wake up
Time to wake up in the afternoon
When there's sunshine, sunshine"
"I want to be the doggie, I want to be the doggie"
(This is her version of a song from music class that goes "I like being a doggie, that's what I like to be"
She also likes to sing her version of another song from music class:
Mab: One efelant, climbing on a 'pider web, he had such enormous fun,
Adult: He called another elephant to come
Mab: Come! Come! Come!
Adult: And when the spider saw them, then she said:
Mab: Go away! Scam! [scram] You not too big!
Adult: The elephants ran, ran, ran.
Mab: The efelants ran away! Scam!
When the bough breaks, it's time to wake up
Time to wake up in the afternoon
When there's sunshine, sunshine"
"I want to be the doggie, I want to be the doggie"
(This is her version of a song from music class that goes "I like being a doggie, that's what I like to be"
She also likes to sing her version of another song from music class:
Mab: One efelant, climbing on a 'pider web, he had such enormous fun,
Adult: He called another elephant to come
Mab: Come! Come! Come!
Adult: And when the spider saw them, then she said:
Mab: Go away! Scam! [scram] You not too big!
Adult: The elephants ran, ran, ran.
Mab: The efelants ran away! Scam!
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Mab talk
Last night at the dinner table, she asked, "What id dis? Beeeeet?" (It was a scallion.)
And then she saw that I was upset (low blood sugar + end of day), and asked sweetly, "What da madda?"
She puts her food down on the "pable" and agrees "otay."
If you try to do anything for her, or for anyone else, for that matter, she says "I got it."
When I told her not to touch her bottom because if she then touched her mouth, bad bacteria could make her sick, she grinned and said, "tasty poop! Eat it! Yum!" To which the only possible reply was "that's a funny joke, Mab. Now let's go wash your hands."
We keep thinking she is saying "amen," but it's actually "oh man!"
She wants to "pat goggies," but worships "Dod." Speaking of whom:
A: Do you love God?
M: Yes!
A: What is God's name?
M: Princess! On the top! On the button!
A: Huh. Does Jesus love you?
M: Yes!
A: Who is Jesus' father?
M: [looks at buttons]
A: Is his father the Holy Spirit?
M: Yes!
A: Is his father God?
M: Maybe.
A: Do you have anything to say about God?
M: Amen.
And then she saw that I was upset (low blood sugar + end of day), and asked sweetly, "What da madda?"
She puts her food down on the "pable" and agrees "otay."
If you try to do anything for her, or for anyone else, for that matter, she says "I got it."
When I told her not to touch her bottom because if she then touched her mouth, bad bacteria could make her sick, she grinned and said, "tasty poop! Eat it! Yum!" To which the only possible reply was "that's a funny joke, Mab. Now let's go wash your hands."
We keep thinking she is saying "amen," but it's actually "oh man!"
She wants to "pat goggies," but worships "Dod." Speaking of whom:
A: Do you love God?
M: Yes!
A: What is God's name?
M: Princess! On the top! On the button!
A: Huh. Does Jesus love you?
M: Yes!
A: Who is Jesus' father?
M: [looks at buttons]
A: Is his father the Holy Spirit?
M: Yes!
A: Is his father God?
M: Maybe.
A: Do you have anything to say about God?
M: Amen.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Music and Poetry
Last night, the family was making loud noises with tin whistles while I was cleaning up after dinner. Faelan came over and whispered that he had just tried to play "millet for the mumble, mumble, rags and bones mumble, mumble." Later, further inquiry revealed that he had been making up a tune for a scrap of poem that he remembered thus: "Millet for the poor, rags and bones for the wicked wolves without the walls at night," which he said came from the song of Shiv and the Grasshopper, from the Jungle Book.
I looked it up this morning, and here are the 9th through 12th lines:
Wheat he gave to rich folk, millet to the poor,
Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to door;
Cattle to the tiger, carrion to the kite,
And rags and bones to wicked wolves without the wall at night.
What a lovely scrap to have inside his head!
I looked it up this morning, and here are the 9th through 12th lines:
Wheat he gave to rich folk, millet to the poor,
Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to door;
Cattle to the tiger, carrion to the kite,
And rags and bones to wicked wolves without the wall at night.
What a lovely scrap to have inside his head!
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Fun day for talking
Mab burped, and I asked, "What do you say?"
"Burp, burp. I do burp." Well, not quite what I was looking for.
I was lifting Faelan up on my legs, and Mab cried, "My turn!"
"Your turn to what?" I asked.
"My turn to ride!"
"Burp, burp. I do burp." Well, not quite what I was looking for.
I was lifting Faelan up on my legs, and Mab cried, "My turn!"
"Your turn to what?" I asked.
"My turn to ride!"
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
New this week
"I do it!" and also "I'll do it!"
"Have it! Chocolate!" (Um, no.) "Have it! Medicine!" (Likewise, nohow.)
"I got you!"
"My turn!"
"I got Mommy phone." This with as smug a smirk as you could hope to see.
"Cat wet. Dry! Towel!"
"Faelan sleep. Daddy sleep."
"Brush. My brush. My blue." (She's trying to say, "my blue brush.") "Brush handle."
These are not quite so new, but in daily use:
"Bite, hit, push, hurt, fall..." and "ice." As in, she needs ice because she ran into the table, or because she bit Faelan after he pushed her. Not that that would ever happen in our house.
"Pumming!" means "coming" and "poffee!" is coffee, but "told!" is cold and "tiss!" is kiss.
"Cute! Daddy cute."
Last night she had some visually interesting dreams, to judge from her sleep talk: "Orange? Orange?! Orange??!!! Blue!" Perhaps an hour later, this was followed by, "Pretty! Pretty, pretty, pretty."
"Have it! Chocolate!" (Um, no.) "Have it! Medicine!" (Likewise, nohow.)
"I got you!"
"My turn!"
"I got Mommy phone." This with as smug a smirk as you could hope to see.
"Cat wet. Dry! Towel!"
"Faelan sleep. Daddy sleep."
"Brush. My brush. My blue." (She's trying to say, "my blue brush.") "Brush handle."
These are not quite so new, but in daily use:
"Bite, hit, push, hurt, fall..." and "ice." As in, she needs ice because she ran into the table, or because she bit Faelan after he pushed her. Not that that would ever happen in our house.
"Pumming!" means "coming" and "poffee!" is coffee, but "told!" is cold and "tiss!" is kiss.
"Cute! Daddy cute."
Last night she had some visually interesting dreams, to judge from her sleep talk: "Orange? Orange?! Orange??!!! Blue!" Perhaps an hour later, this was followed by, "Pretty! Pretty, pretty, pretty."
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Sentences
"Faelan, don't!"
"Moomie. Feep. Funny." ("We're watching a movie about sheep. It's funny.")
"Mouth out!" ("Take that out of your mouth.")
At bedtime, after lights out:
Amity: I love you.
Mab: Love too! Love Faelan. Love Daddy. [pause, then, poking me in the chest:] Mommy funny. [pointing to her own chest:] Mab funny. Faelan funny. [pause] Game. Daddy game.
She's learning color names, and trying to figure out which one goes with which color. Her favorite color name is blue, followed closely by orange, which is easier than some of the others, because oranges are often orange.
"Moomie. Feep. Funny." ("We're watching a movie about sheep. It's funny.")
"Mouth out!" ("Take that out of your mouth.")
At bedtime, after lights out:
Amity: I love you.
Mab: Love too! Love Faelan. Love Daddy. [pause, then, poking me in the chest:] Mommy funny. [pointing to her own chest:] Mab funny. Faelan funny. [pause] Game. Daddy game.
She's learning color names, and trying to figure out which one goes with which color. Her favorite color name is blue, followed closely by orange, which is easier than some of the others, because oranges are often orange.
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