English to 2yr old

"ama, yeah, *big grin* *batting eyelashes*peeeease, jeeeeou, jeeeeou [juice?] yeah. Mama, you, mama, wooooow, oh wow! daddy, wow."


ok- this is what just happened. Mason said " I want some juice, please? yes mama, I want some juice" and then he found the roll of xmas paper and said " look mama, for me? woooow, daddy bought paper for me? "

are you following? I will post more conversations with my two year old, because I find them really quite fascinating.

the confused mind of a 2yr old..

Ok, so we're really working on my son's vocabulary, he's got quite an extensive one, and is learning how to use his manners properly - which I am very proud of. He was having a really hard time with "thank you" so last night I taught him the sign for thank you, and he's been using it properly every since- it's incredible how brilliant a young mind actually is. He is confused however, about the use of "me" vs. "you", and why shouldn't he be? We tell him to say " for me" -or whatever it is he's talking about , in regards to himself ,and we respond with " yes, it's for you". So now, he calls himself "you" and it's so incredibly adorable, but talk about confusing to the little guy!! So when he wants something he'll say " you! you! pleeeeease" while pointing to his chest.

He's now looking up at me, face full of snot, reaching for the xmas paper my husband just bought (talk about cheap!!) going " you, yep, you, me, you, pleeeease?" that means, Can I have this please? ok, I'm going to take it, ok?

I should write a dictionary , of English to 2yr old.

Gingerbread fun!

So we decided to decorate the gingerbread house this morning after breakfast- since Mason had been up since before 6am, and happen to catch a glimpse of the Wilton's box. He was relentless until I caved, so I figured it was a good activity to fill up the morning.He had a blast! You'll notice though, that his side of the gingerbread house is pretty bare...he managed to eat most of the decorations, some half chewed ended up back on the house. I had to put it away finally because he started scraping off all of the icing and was eating it straight..it's as if I never feed him. Oh and that stone walkway and name I worked hard on the other night? Those were scraped off and eaten before we even started decorating.Ah well...I'm amazed we made it through, with a partially decorated house at all!

Sparkles and Ponies, and Dolls oh my!

Ok, so my son loves to draw and paint , and most recently- sparkle....everything and anything. He's 2, and is learning all about different textures and shapes and colours , through creation and exploration. Yeah, I'm one of those mums who's house is like a Montessori school. Right now he's working on his ornaments for his friends- we made salt dough ornaments and he's to decorate them for all of his little friends as their gifts. All he wants to do is apply sparkles, it's quite entertaining.
My son also has a baby doll, which he calls Baby. I got him a doll in the summer time, to teach him how we take care of babies, seeing as I was having one [back in August] and I wanted him to be ready. He didn't show much interest in the doll until recently, and now the baby goes with him everywhere. He tucks her in, he puts her in the carseat and makes sure she's warm, he even 'breastfeeds'...via his collar bone. I gave him a bottle to feed his baby with, but he prefers the mama way (according to him). It's absolutely adorable and heartwarming- in my opinion. My brother-in-law came over today, and is adamantly against this. He just had a baby boy recently and is a first time dad, learning all the tricks of the trade- he thinks it's totally inappropriate for a little boy to have a baby. Well- I think kids should have an opportunity to play with whatever they want, be whoever they want, and become whoever they want. Gender-specific toys/activities aren't going to change someone's sexual orientation, it's just going to frustrate them even more. Why should boys have to play with g.i joes while girls play with Barbies?
My husband wasn't too impressed today with my choice of toy for my son, from McDonalds.. I chose the "girl" toy, because it was a My Little Pony, and the boy toy was some weird looking robot thing...that my son would have no clue what it was. He knows what a pony is- he doesn't care that it's pink or purple or whatever colour it is. It came with stickers, and a hair brush- he was in heaven. What is it with men, and their phobia of all things natural?? It's not as though my son only plays with these types of toys, he's obsessed- OBSESSED with dinosaurs and trains, loves cars and lions, and teasing the cat. He loves to kick a ball, jump and play...so why is it that my husband- and my brother in law (his brother!!) feel so uncomfortable with a baby doll, some ponies and sparkles? My son is 2....look out- I think he's on his way to become the next Dancing Queen.

Sickies all around us

Well the playdate was cancelled today because it seems everyone and their dog is sick at the moment. Doesn't that always happen? Just in time for Christmas everyone seems to get sick! For once its not my family...yet. So I built that gingerbread house last night all rushed..and we didn't even decorate it today. My son hasn't even seen it yet, because once he sees it- it's game over for any type of nutritious food for the rest of the day. I think we'll decorate it tomorrow afternoon, maybe even after dinner. I will post pictures of our decorating adventures, I predict my kitchen will look like a war zone.

and this is why I don't build houses...

I've planned a playdate for the kids tomorrow, to build gingerbread houses- ok well, decorate gingerbread houses. So us mums were given the task of building the lovely homes for the gingerbread people, while our little 2yr old boys sleep. Well... fingers crossed that my son's house is still standing tomorrow morning. Do you know how complicated those house kits are ?? The icing has to be just the right consistency- like toothpaste it says, and it's supposed to set really quickly. Well, my son's little house sort of looks like it's full of icicles hanging from every single joint. Festive and winter-y...right? Well, I felt bad that it looks so drippy, so I went ahead and added a door, windows, a front walkway- a stone walkway, his name on the board..the whole shabam. I was going to do shingles but I think I will try to make a thicker paste for that daunting task, to be tackled in the wee hours of the morning- BEFORE he wakes up. Why do I do this to myself? he's 2....do you think he cares what the gingerbread house actually looks like? He's just going to want to dip the gumdrops in icing, pretend to stick them to the house, and then eat the gumdrops himself. Some of them may make it to the walls of the house- but I can pretty much bet money that they'll be gooey and half-eaten.

Explaining Santa to a 2 year old

I've been trying to explain to my 2yr old son who Jolly old St.Nick is, and I think he kind of gets it...but only the present part and the fact that the fat man in red says " ho ho ho". But have you noticed that Santa doesn't say ho ho ho anymore?? I took M to meet Santa at the mall a couple of weeks ago, and I prepped him for a few days prior, we practiced our 'ho ho ho' and saying hi to Santa, and high fives.. we get there, and Santa says " hello there" - my son looked at me , puzzled. I looked at Santa and said " Santa, don't you say ho ho ho? Ho Ho Ho Santa!" the old man in the red suit looked at me bitterly, and almost through a clenched jaw uttered ' ho ho ho' like it was the worst thing anyone has asked him to do in ages. Really man? you're a mall Santa...take another swig of your flask and smile for the camera. - sorry, I just assume all mall Santas are like the Santa in the original Miracle on 34th Street, drunk and disorderly.

Merry Christmas...

Christmas Cards....

So as I sit here blogging, I look around at all the cards strewn across my desk... sealed and ready, with partial addresses, missing last names (because I have no clue how to spell them) and some missing stamps.. I received 6 Christmas cards in the mail today, so apparently I am one of the last people to get them out. Instead...I am blogging...damn.