Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
- referring to herself in 3rd person. as in "riley's hungry/funny/not happy."
- terminology. "bootie butt" "wahwee gace" "heavenly bunny" "team pahty"
- her ease of potty training. (except for that whole wiping poop on the wall thing. that wasn't cool.)
- her love of books. that little girl will sit still for as long as anyone is willing to read to her. especially leslie patricelli. "yummy yucky" "big little" "blankie" "no no yes yes" are some of her favs.
- she's so funny. like that time i found her in the backyard, totally naked, all by her lonesome, covered in mud. before i could say anything, she said, "WOOK at me!!! wook at DIS!!! WHO did dis to me?!!"
- her sheer joy and excitement for life.
- her love for her family. she is one of the snuggliest monkeys ever.
- she is (almost always) willing to do what she's told. although, i just remembered that one time when she wouldn't give up the flashlight. so i threatened the naughty chair. but to my surprise, she not only knew what it was, she was thrilled about it. so she happily climbed into the computer chair while i put the big kids to bed. john paul was on the couch as she started climbing down. he asked, "aren't you supposed to be in the naughty chair?" to which riley explained, "mmm, i'm not mean anymore. i'm dist happy."
- she easily expresses her appreciation. "ta-hanks, mom" all sincere and nasally (and not always at the most appropriate times. i.e in the bathroom, after she burps, when we tell her it's time to go.)
- she has her own sense of style. like wearing headbands over her eyes and dress up clothes to the grocery store and tap shoes to bed.
- the fact that she's a late sleeper. she's our first (and only, so far) that regularly sleeps past 7 am. she usually stumbles out of bed around 9 (disheveled and giggly), but has even been know to sleep past 10. it's a miracle, i tell ya.
- her funny little tip toe crooked run dance. (that's the best way i can describe it.)
- her explanations. "something is making me bark on the inside"= hiccups
things we wouldn't mind if they do not accompany her into three-dom:
- her potty narrations.
- her ability to stay awake later than me.
- her neglect of all things fruit and veggie.
- her never ending state of naked.
come on 3! give us all you've got!! we can take it!!! wish us luck.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
jakob: mom, i had to sit out for one of my recesses.
me: what happened?
jakob: i was talking during rug time. and you're not supposed to talk on the rug.
me: well, now you know you're not supposed to talk.
jakob: i already knew i wasn't supposed to talk.
me: oh... well, now you know what happens when you talk.
jakob: yeah. jail
(zoe was, of course, horrified by this whole situation.)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
they call it "the bash". it's a cute little festival with texas barbeque, carnival games and, of course, pony rides. zoe and jakob bounced their little lives away on every blow up structure they had and took their chances on a try-to-throw-this-softball-in-the-strategically-placed-basket game with a carnie who was showing some serious favoritism. but little riley grace only wanted to ride a pony. she's always been adventurous, and these little guys were tied to a bar that forced them to walk in a very small circle. so, what the hey. we plopped her on the back of scout and took some pictures and then off they galloped, or very slowly meandered. riley smiled as she passed in front of us, but i could never quite make out what she was whispering as she trotted by. so i walked up along side of her and put my arm on her back. she kept saying something, but since she didn't sound distressed at all, i responded to her whispers with things like, "yeah! isn't this fun?" and "the horsey is so soft." finally, after some serious concentration and just-so head tilting, i heard her. her tiny voice. "stop horsey!! stop horsey!! it's too bumpiting!!!" so i turned to the kid (he couldn't have been more than 12) running the ride and said, "i need to get her off." he kind of shrugged his shoulders said "ok" and did nothing. so i had to take matters into my own hands. i swung riley around the back of the horses' patoot and carried her off into the sunset. i should have known. she's never really liked animals.