I post quick “Kid Quotes of the Day” on Facebook all the time, but from time to time I feel the need to move them here for posterity. Here are a few months of them, in chronological order:
April 19th 2010:
"Daddy, could you turn it all the way up please?" There’s no accounting for taste as this was regarding the "Free to be You and Me" theme song. That being said, I can appreciate her desire to rock out to something despite how dated it is. I guess we rocked out to Zeppelin which was a bit before our time.
April 20th 2010:
“I need 50 dollars.” As heard while she was digging around in my wallet. I hope that doesn’t stick. The thing that really got me was the specificity of her statement. Not, “some money,” or “some of those”, but “I need $50”. Which really made me wonder does she owe a bookie?”
April 26th 2010:
This was one of her first attempts at deception. “My doll wants to watch Babies. Can she watch Babies?” Note: Anya calls cartoons “Babies”. Probably the only word she uses for something that isn’t technically correct. This is because her shows when she was very little were all real babies crawling and playing and doing educational things. So we called her TV “watching babies”. Once we transitioned to Dora the Explorer, we never told her that all TV wasn’t “Babies”.
May 5th 2010:
As heard while eating my salmon wasabi wrap at World Wraps) “It’s a little bit spicy but I like it!” Two things to point out here. First she eats spicy food, which is pretty cool. Second is her use of the term “Little bit”. She uses this all the time. “I fell, just a little bit.” “I got hurt just a little bit.” “I want to do that for a little bit of whiles.”
May 10th 2010:
As overheard in a conversation with her buddy Liam whom we were babysitting: "You can stay in the guest room tonight." Maybe you had to be there. It's just a very weird thing to hear a two 1/2 year old say. I expected her to say, “Here’s your key, help yourself to anything in the fridge…”
May 17th 2010:
Said while playing with 3 balls at the local trampoline. “That's a daddy ball. It goes to work. That's a baby ball it rans (sic). That's a momma ball, it eats chocolate.” A couple things to point out: 1. My kid is hilarious 2. She loves playing on Brian and Monica’s trampoline down the street. 3. She has taken to a Goldie Locks-esque method of classifying the world. When I put her down at night and wrap her up tight, I used to ask, “Do you want me to wrap you up like a big burrito or a little burrito?” Now she says, “Wrap me up like a Daddy burrito…no. Like a Sister burrito!”.
May 22nd 2010:
Uttered whilst spitting out a strawberry at the Odievich’s home: "Ick. That had some cake on it." A couple things: The kid is consistently thumbs down on the chocolate. Prefers fruits. We’re very proud.
May 28th 2010:
Upon waking up from her nap she exclaimed: “I fell awake.”
May 30th 2010:
Remembering how cool I thought the experience as a child, I decide to take Anya through a car wash. After paying for the supreme wash package, I come to find the thing’s broken. I proceeded to get rather annoyed. Anya said, “Daddy, sometimes car washes don't work. Because people use them. And then they run out. Maybe we can go to the story and buy some more and fix the car wash.”
I think my favorite part of the conversation was that was talking down to me...that sort of parental tone one takes when explaining why it rains on birthdays or something.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Making Daddy Proud: Animal Taxonomy
Every weekend, Anya, Laika and I go to the dog park. Even on days when some overzealous puppy knocks her down and she skins her knee (like today) she has a great time. She names all the dogs and the birds that she sees. Today was particularly impressive.
Upon hearing one bird she said, “I hear, ‘Cheerily-cheerily. Cheer-UP! Cheer-UP!’” Which is what Robins say. Of course I misidentified the bird (because I’m sort of dumb that way) and said, “I think that’s a black-capped…um…finch? Anya, what is that bird again?” “It’s a black-capped Chick-a-dee, daddy.”
Then she asked me what a particular dog was…and I drew a blank. I said, “It’s a…I forget honey.” To which she replied, “It’s a Bernese Mountain Dog, daddy”
She also pointed out Vizslas and Weimaraners (it’s always fun to see the look on owners faces when a 2 ½ year old says “Weimaraner”) and when she saw an old beagle she asked if it was a type of hound dog. Which of course it is.
Then we got some laughs from people at the park when Anya saw a woman with a tiny Italian Gray Hound in her jacket, and Anya said, “She had a little dog in her pouch, like a joey.” (Baby kangaroo for those of you who don’t know as much about marsupials as my little girl.)
I was explaining to Amy today how I like messing with Anya by talking way above her head. I like using words like Chlorophyll and Centripetal Force around her. But the funny thing is that she picks up on more of it then you might imagine. I’d like to think this is the reason my 2 ½ year old knows what a stethoscope is.
She just fills me with glee.
Upon hearing one bird she said, “I hear, ‘Cheerily-cheerily. Cheer-UP! Cheer-UP!’” Which is what Robins say. Of course I misidentified the bird (because I’m sort of dumb that way) and said, “I think that’s a black-capped…um…finch? Anya, what is that bird again?” “It’s a black-capped Chick-a-dee, daddy.”
Then she asked me what a particular dog was…and I drew a blank. I said, “It’s a…I forget honey.” To which she replied, “It’s a Bernese Mountain Dog, daddy”
She also pointed out Vizslas and Weimaraners (it’s always fun to see the look on owners faces when a 2 ½ year old says “Weimaraner”) and when she saw an old beagle she asked if it was a type of hound dog. Which of course it is.
Then we got some laughs from people at the park when Anya saw a woman with a tiny Italian Gray Hound in her jacket, and Anya said, “She had a little dog in her pouch, like a joey.” (Baby kangaroo for those of you who don’t know as much about marsupials as my little girl.)
I was explaining to Amy today how I like messing with Anya by talking way above her head. I like using words like Chlorophyll and Centripetal Force around her. But the funny thing is that she picks up on more of it then you might imagine. I’d like to think this is the reason my 2 ½ year old knows what a stethoscope is.
She just fills me with glee.
Daddy’s alright, he just seems a little weird
I use terrible psychological tricks on my daughter. Whenever she falls I check her out and make sure she’s not actually hurt. If she’s just scared, I look her square in the face and say very calmly, “You’re alright, honey.” I do this because I’ve been told that if you freak out when a kid is freaking out it tends to escalate. Plus kids figure out that they can get your goat if they just fall and freak out, and frankly the kid hasn’t left me with many goats for the getting.
This calming tactic has lead Anya to two very funny behaviors.
1. As those of you who know Anya or read this blog know, she’s pretty active. So she falls a fair amount. Nothing serious (though I did catch her today as she free-fell head first from the couch to the coffee table). Now, even on some pretty tough, head smacking falls, she’ll jump up, often with tears in her eyes and say, “I’m alright, daddy!” So she’s learned that if she’s hurt, she’s probably alright.
2. When I’m upset she approaches me the same way I do her. “It’s alright daddy, you’re alright.” It’s pretty frustrating when your daughter is doing something bad, like, oh I don’t know, pushing her bed across the room, and using it to climb her dresser in an attempt to make it to her window (yes she did that today) and you walk in on her and say, “Anya, get down from there” and she says, “It’s okay daddy” and walks over and pats you on the back. “You’re okay”.
This calming tactic has lead Anya to two very funny behaviors.
1. As those of you who know Anya or read this blog know, she’s pretty active. So she falls a fair amount. Nothing serious (though I did catch her today as she free-fell head first from the couch to the coffee table). Now, even on some pretty tough, head smacking falls, she’ll jump up, often with tears in her eyes and say, “I’m alright, daddy!” So she’s learned that if she’s hurt, she’s probably alright.
2. When I’m upset she approaches me the same way I do her. “It’s alright daddy, you’re alright.” It’s pretty frustrating when your daughter is doing something bad, like, oh I don’t know, pushing her bed across the room, and using it to climb her dresser in an attempt to make it to her window (yes she did that today) and you walk in on her and say, “Anya, get down from there” and she says, “It’s okay daddy” and walks over and pats you on the back. “You’re okay”.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Report Card for Our Kid
Anya, if you're any thing like us you'll some day wonder what you were like as a kid. We'll do our best to capture your personality for posterity so you can see how you change over the years.
We took a Meyers-Briggs Test for you just for fun. Based on our guesses gleaned from observing your behavior, you are an ENFP...or an ESFP (we both took the same test)
Here are some of our other observations of you.
You're very empathetic. You're always worrying about whether or not a kid in a book is sad, and why. If you make anyone mad, you instantly walk over and try to soothe them.
You show little or no respect for altitude, you're a bit of a daredevil. But interestingly enough you almost never get hurt. You're very careful in the very dangerous things you do. You look both ways before crossing the street (usually), and criticize those who don't.
You march to the beat of your own drummer. When you're in group play you are often the only child running around by yourself, doing your own thing, climbing the monkey bars when all the other kids are listening to a teacher. But you're not anti-social. Quite the contrary. If, for instance a circle forms for a lesson you will jump in the middle like it's your own personal theater-in-the-round.
You're very well behaved for a a 2 1/2 year old. Sure you're a pain, but so far your terrible twos have been pretty wonderful (mom edit: that's because you're at work all day, Chris ;-) ). You play by yourself very well. Just this morning you work up early and mom and dad didn't want to get up. So you went back into your room where you "read" books and sang to yourself for another 1/2 hour.
Your favorite things to do are climbing and jumping on Brian and Monica's trampoline down the street. You love the zoo and the farm that Grandma and Grandpa Lodwig take you to. You often talk about feeding the ducks up there.
Every night you want to talk about animals (for some reason you almost always talk about eels, elephants, and Tico the Squirrel from Dora the Explorer.) Although you like mom to make up special naptime stories, usually about going to Don-Don & Grangie's, Grandma & Grandpa B's, Cousin Mia & Cole's, or Cousin Alivia's house (since you don't get to see them very often).
You love Beatrix Potter stories (though your parents-I must say-do not. I've read the ethically dubious "Ms. Tittlemouse" some many times now I want to scream, but you'll never know that until you read this when you're older).
You sing all the time, and you are already making songs up. Often they narrate your day, or are non-sense words you make by replacing letters in words from other songs you know: "Hair Fuzz a barmer nad a hog and Mingo was her game-o"
You're contrary but not in the I'm-2-stomp-my-foot-and-yell-No! sort of way. You will say, "No it's not" and chuckle when ever we tell you something. Example: Be careful honey that knife is really sharp!. "No it's not," you'll laugh.
That's all I can think of for now. Mom's calling me to dinner and you're at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight.
We took a Meyers-Briggs Test for you just for fun. Based on our guesses gleaned from observing your behavior, you are an ENFP...or an ESFP (we both took the same test)
Here are some of our other observations of you.
You're very empathetic. You're always worrying about whether or not a kid in a book is sad, and why. If you make anyone mad, you instantly walk over and try to soothe them.
You show little or no respect for altitude, you're a bit of a daredevil. But interestingly enough you almost never get hurt. You're very careful in the very dangerous things you do. You look both ways before crossing the street (usually), and criticize those who don't.
You march to the beat of your own drummer. When you're in group play you are often the only child running around by yourself, doing your own thing, climbing the monkey bars when all the other kids are listening to a teacher. But you're not anti-social. Quite the contrary. If, for instance a circle forms for a lesson you will jump in the middle like it's your own personal theater-in-the-round.
You're very well behaved for a a 2 1/2 year old. Sure you're a pain, but so far your terrible twos have been pretty wonderful (mom edit: that's because you're at work all day, Chris ;-) ). You play by yourself very well. Just this morning you work up early and mom and dad didn't want to get up. So you went back into your room where you "read" books and sang to yourself for another 1/2 hour.
Your favorite things to do are climbing and jumping on Brian and Monica's trampoline down the street. You love the zoo and the farm that Grandma and Grandpa Lodwig take you to. You often talk about feeding the ducks up there.
Every night you want to talk about animals (for some reason you almost always talk about eels, elephants, and Tico the Squirrel from Dora the Explorer.) Although you like mom to make up special naptime stories, usually about going to Don-Don & Grangie's, Grandma & Grandpa B's, Cousin Mia & Cole's, or Cousin Alivia's house (since you don't get to see them very often).
You love Beatrix Potter stories (though your parents-I must say-do not. I've read the ethically dubious "Ms. Tittlemouse" some many times now I want to scream, but you'll never know that until you read this when you're older).
You sing all the time, and you are already making songs up. Often they narrate your day, or are non-sense words you make by replacing letters in words from other songs you know: "Hair Fuzz a barmer nad a hog and Mingo was her game-o"
You're contrary but not in the I'm-2-stomp-my-foot-and-yell-No! sort of way. You will say, "No it's not" and chuckle when ever we tell you something. Example: Be careful honey that knife is really sharp!. "No it's not," you'll laugh.
That's all I can think of for now. Mom's calling me to dinner and you're at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight.
If I can't see you, you can't see me
This is one of those funny things that Anya will grow out of (or so we hope) and we'll never remember if we don't write it down.
Anya is getting a conscience: She knows when she's doing something wrong, and doesn't want to get into trouble. So if you catch her, the first thing she does is hide her eyes in hopes that you won't notice her doing it.
She usually laughs nervously just a little while doing it. An "It's so crazy it just might work!" sort of chuckle, so I'm not sure if she really believes in the techniques effectiveness. But she sure tries it a lot.
Anya is getting a conscience: She knows when she's doing something wrong, and doesn't want to get into trouble. So if you catch her, the first thing she does is hide her eyes in hopes that you won't notice her doing it.
She usually laughs nervously just a little while doing it. An "It's so crazy it just might work!" sort of chuckle, so I'm not sure if she really believes in the techniques effectiveness. But she sure tries it a lot.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
kid quote of the evening
Anya: what's this?
Mom: It's a teething ring. You haven't had one since you were a baby.
Anya: and my teeth hurt?
Mom: yeah
Anya: and I was crying?
Mom: yeah
Anya: And you shaked me?
Mom: umm...
Mom: It's a teething ring. You haven't had one since you were a baby.
Anya: and my teeth hurt?
Mom: yeah
Anya: and I was crying?
Mom: yeah
Anya: And you shaked me?
Mom: umm...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
First day of music class
My daughter (or rather my mother's granddaughter) is a bad influence. As you can tell Amy and I have decided the Scheuer genes from Grandma Lodwig are to blame.
Today Amy took Anya to her first day of music class.
As the instructor was walking around the room and doing things (getting music, talking, etc) There was Anya: chasing the poor woman around with a musical instrument shaped like an alligator, bellowing "rawwr!" and having the alligator bit the woman on the butt.
Then she (that would be Anya) kept going upside down on the ballet bars and half the kids followed suit. She was basically causing a rug rat riot.
Later she proceeded to strip down in the middle of the circle, saying "I don't need my shirt!"
Not shy, that one.
Today Amy took Anya to her first day of music class.
As the instructor was walking around the room and doing things (getting music, talking, etc) There was Anya: chasing the poor woman around with a musical instrument shaped like an alligator, bellowing "rawwr!" and having the alligator bit the woman on the butt.
Then she (that would be Anya) kept going upside down on the ballet bars and half the kids followed suit. She was basically causing a rug rat riot.
Later she proceeded to strip down in the middle of the circle, saying "I don't need my shirt!"
Not shy, that one.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Kid quote of the day
our dirty hippie in training :-)
Anya: mama, I found some cheese on the floor
me: Oh, yuck! Please throw it in the garbage.
Anya: No, mom. You compost it.
It's nice to know some things I say sink into her brain. Just today, she chided a little girl for not pretend-washing her hands before cooking at a play kitchen (even though getting Anya to wash her hands is a struggle more than half the time).
Anya: mama, I found some cheese on the floor
me: Oh, yuck! Please throw it in the garbage.
Anya: No, mom. You compost it.
It's nice to know some things I say sink into her brain. Just today, she chided a little girl for not pretend-washing her hands before cooking at a play kitchen (even though getting Anya to wash her hands is a struggle more than half the time).
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Oh the stories they tell...
One of the reasons I wanted to make this blog was so that Anya would know what she was like when she was a kid. She should, by now know that she is adored, but here are some of the reasons why...
Every night we read her two stories, then we talk about friends or her day or 3 animals. Tonight she took a different approach and wanted to tell me a story. Here's a rough example of the types of things I talk to my 2 1/2 year old about on a pretty regular basis.
Anya: "Let's talk about the goat at the party who ate my cupcake".
Dad: "Whose party was that?"
Anya: "The snakes!"
Dad: "Why was the snake having a party?"
Anya: "Because I have two teeth."
Dad: "Wow. Who else was there?
Anya: "The rabbit. I gave him a carrot"
Dad: "And what did the goat do?"
Anya: "He ate my cupcake."
Dad: "What flavor cupcake was it?"
Anya: "Blue Berry!"
Dad: "Did you give him the cupcake or did he just take it?"
Anya: "He took it."
Dad: "Then what did you do?"
Anya: "I got some balls."
Dad: "What did you do with the balls?"
Anya: "I threw them around."
Dad: "Who did you throw them around with?"
Anya: "The snake. Daddy, talk to me about toads..."
I just think it's very cool that I can have these types of imaginative...if surreal conversations with my kid at 2 1/2.
Every night we read her two stories, then we talk about friends or her day or 3 animals. Tonight she took a different approach and wanted to tell me a story. Here's a rough example of the types of things I talk to my 2 1/2 year old about on a pretty regular basis.
Anya: "Let's talk about the goat at the party who ate my cupcake".
Dad: "Whose party was that?"
Anya: "The snakes!"
Dad: "Why was the snake having a party?"
Anya: "Because I have two teeth."
Dad: "Wow. Who else was there?
Anya: "The rabbit. I gave him a carrot"
Dad: "And what did the goat do?"
Anya: "He ate my cupcake."
Dad: "What flavor cupcake was it?"
Anya: "Blue Berry!"
Dad: "Did you give him the cupcake or did he just take it?"
Anya: "He took it."
Dad: "Then what did you do?"
Anya: "I got some balls."
Dad: "What did you do with the balls?"
Anya: "I threw them around."
Dad: "Who did you throw them around with?"
Anya: "The snake. Daddy, talk to me about toads..."
I just think it's very cool that I can have these types of imaginative...if surreal conversations with my kid at 2 1/2.
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