Yesterday when I went to pick up Lydia from daycare I was told she got an Oops Note that day that I had to sign. At first I thought it meant she got a boo-boo, but no . . . she gave other kids boo-boos. An Oops Note is a note that the parent has to sign when your sweet innocent daughter has BEEN BAD and has been BITING THE OTHER CHILDREN. Lydia is turning into The Biter.
In Lydia's defense, she is teething again and these unbearable chompers are bugging the stew out of her. She has been biting the others for a few days, long enough for the other kids to figure out that when she comes for them, they shove her own arm into her mouth and she ends up biting herself. This daycare is full of brilliant one year olds!
I told Lydia if this doesn't let up they're going to hang a sign around her neck as a warning to others: Warning -- Biter.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
"Grasp the subject, the words will follow." -- Cato the Elder
On July 4th the three of us were heading down to The Husband's parents' house for a 4th of July shin-dig. We were ready for copious amounts of food, swimming, and fun. As I watched the trees fly past the window, I heard the tell-tale sound of a pacifier clinking down the side of a car-seat as Lydia threw it out.
"Uh-oh," I thought. I waited for the fussing to begin.
"Uh-oh," said Lydia.
I looked at The Husband, and he looked at me. "Did she just say, 'Uh-oh?'" I asked.
"I think so. Maybe," he replied.
"Lydia, did you say, 'Uh-oh?'" I asked her.
"Uh-oh," she said. She continued her 'Uh-oh's' for the rest of the trip. Of course, she didn't do it when we prompted her upon arrival to The Husband's Parents', and I wasn't even sure of 'Uh-oh' counted as a word. It's more like an extremely mild curse. I wouldn't play it on a Scrabble board, you know?
I must confess out of all the words we say repeatedly around her, I'm surprised she picked up 'Uh-oh' first. That's a VERY GOOD THING.
Throughout this past week she has continued with her Uh-ohing. She definitely connects it with dropping stuff. She will drop -- or deliberately throw -- her toys/food/things that aren't hers to the floor and say, "Uh-oh!" On the way home from daycare she works on perfecting it: "Ah-oh . . . Uh-uh . . . Uh-ohhhh . . . UH-OHHH . . ."
Everyone says it's definitely a word, so even though Hasbro wouldn't accept it, I will officially declare 'Uh-oh' Lydia's First Word (tm).
Spoken modestly, God help us (name that movie!).
"Uh-oh," I thought. I waited for the fussing to begin.
"Uh-oh," said Lydia.
I looked at The Husband, and he looked at me. "Did she just say, 'Uh-oh?'" I asked.
"I think so. Maybe," he replied.
"Lydia, did you say, 'Uh-oh?'" I asked her.
"Uh-oh," she said. She continued her 'Uh-oh's' for the rest of the trip. Of course, she didn't do it when we prompted her upon arrival to The Husband's Parents', and I wasn't even sure of 'Uh-oh' counted as a word. It's more like an extremely mild curse. I wouldn't play it on a Scrabble board, you know?
I must confess out of all the words we say repeatedly around her, I'm surprised she picked up 'Uh-oh' first. That's a VERY GOOD THING.
Throughout this past week she has continued with her Uh-ohing. She definitely connects it with dropping stuff. She will drop -- or deliberately throw -- her toys/food/things that aren't hers to the floor and say, "Uh-oh!" On the way home from daycare she works on perfecting it: "Ah-oh . . . Uh-uh . . . Uh-ohhhh . . . UH-OHHH . . ."
Everyone says it's definitely a word, so even though Hasbro wouldn't accept it, I will officially declare 'Uh-oh' Lydia's First Word (tm).
Spoken modestly, God help us (name that movie!).
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