Dad: “Noah. You have been having a problem. When asked to do something you go to your room and watch television instead of doing what you were asked. Will this be a problem tonight?”
Noah: “Why do you ask?”
Amy: “Mom! Would you open the gate for me. I don’t know how.”
Clacketty clacketty rattle squeak
Amy: “Oh! I do know how!”
I cleaned the office a bit while my computer was “down” and scanning for viruses.
Amy: “Dad. Where’s this thing that belongs in here?”
Dad: “I cleaned. It’s gone.”
Amy: “But I don’t want it gone.”
Dad: “Doesn’t it look better?”
She then goes and sits on the stairs. Sings:
“And you don’t know what to do with dinner”
“I don’t know what to do so I’m just sitting singing”
“You do know what to do with cat poo” (maybe that was food)
“You don’t know what to do”
oops. Dad interupted. “I’m singing. Don’t talk to me while I’m singing.”
“You don’t know what to do with steps.”
“You do know what to do with cat food.”
I neglected to report big news in the house. Evan’s two lower front teeth have made their appearance! So added to the bangs, crashes, cries, Wiggles, and other assorted morning noises we add, “slurp slurp OW!” and sometimes some less than muffled cursing that when the kids repeat at church or pre-school I’ll be blamed.
Evan, 7.5 months, while shaking head: “No”
Yesterday I was in the middle of trying to rush out of the house and had this amusing conversation with the nine year old.
Noah: “Dad, do you have some string or rope with a hole in it?”
Dad, trying to picture putting a hole through a rope or string and not weakening it: “No, why would you do that?”
Noah: “I want to make one of those walkie talkie things with the two cups.”
Dad: “Oh, you mean a telephone. Why does the string need a hole through it?”
Noah: “How else is the sound going to get through?”
I dropped everything and rapidly found some string and two plastic cups. With time running out, Noah and I made our telephones, then over our first call, we discussed the science and why the strings don’t need holes. Now that was fun!
I hear the rattling of the gate at the top of the stairs which Amy has just traversed. Then I hear Amy walking around upstairs. Now, we keep the gate closed at all times since Lucy is so old and doesn’t need to be coming downstairs and Evan is so fast that at the blink of an eye he could be tumbling down the stairs. Perhaps I didn’t latch the gate completely.
Dad: “Amy, did you open the gate?”
Amy, coyly: “Yes”
Dad: “Show me.”
Amy, opens the gate: “I’m strong now!”
As one child learns mobility, the other learns to open doors. Scary!
Amy toots her own horn 3.56MB avi – if I knew how to compress movies I would (I recommend you have your sound on for this one)
Guess I haven’t cleaned up my act as much as I thought had. Lessons from Amy.
Amy (3): “I went to Texas this morning.” (note: It’s 7:42am and she is sitting in our house in Knoxville, TN)