Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monkey Monkey
So...apparently teaching Anya animal sounds has not been the best idea we've ever had. We taught her how to make monkey sounds "oo oo oo" and she liked it SO much that she decided that people words were for losers and she only needed to use monkey words.
She thought this was a great idea, that is, until she realized that we have no monkey-speaking skills. After a week's worth of whining and throwing tantrums because we "weren't listening" to what she was telling us, she started using people words again! Unfortunately, all of her favorite words begin with a d-sound...or she puts the d-sound in front of every word. (Dad, dog, diaper, done, duck, cat, eat, lie down, etc.) For a few more days, we really had no idea what she was trying to tell us again, so the same cycle of tantrums and excessive whining happened again.
After I learned what her words mean again, she has started using more words and keeps pointing to different things and asking, "Wahis da?" (What is that?) When we tell her, she thinks about it, then says, "Eye suh." (I see.)
She also has a sweater with Elmo from Sesame Street on it, and she was wearing it when I took her with me to the Home Depot yesterday. She got my attention and asked, "Wahis da?" while pointing to her shirt.
"It's your Elmo sweater. La La La La, Elmo's world!"
"Oh. Eye suh. Ehmo! Ehmo!"
She then had me take off her sweater so she could give Elmo lots of kisses.
She thought this was a great idea, that is, until she realized that we have no monkey-speaking skills. After a week's worth of whining and throwing tantrums because we "weren't listening" to what she was telling us, she started using people words again! Unfortunately, all of her favorite words begin with a d-sound...or she puts the d-sound in front of every word. (Dad, dog, diaper, done, duck, cat, eat, lie down, etc.) For a few more days, we really had no idea what she was trying to tell us again, so the same cycle of tantrums and excessive whining happened again.
After I learned what her words mean again, she has started using more words and keeps pointing to different things and asking, "Wahis da?" (What is that?) When we tell her, she thinks about it, then says, "Eye suh." (I see.)
She also has a sweater with Elmo from Sesame Street on it, and she was wearing it when I took her with me to the Home Depot yesterday. She got my attention and asked, "Wahis da?" while pointing to her shirt.
"It's your Elmo sweater. La La La La, Elmo's world!"
"Oh. Eye suh. Ehmo! Ehmo!"
She then had me take off her sweater so she could give Elmo lots of kisses.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Diaper Disaster
Diaper DisasterDaniel and Anya have very similar personality traits. For example, when they start on something, they HAVE to finish it. It's a good trait and a sign of a good work ethic, however, last night was an extreme clash between my loves!
Daniel needed to change Anya's diaper and set his mind to do so. Anya wanted to play with my wallet (and I'm surprised my debit and credit card are missing...), then take a bath. Daniel put her on the changing table WITHOUT the wallet, not realizing she was very VERY busy with it. I was talking to a friend in the living room and listened as the situation deteriorated from bad to worse.
Evidently, Daniel was determined to put that diaper on. Anya, however, was determined to either play with the stupid wallet or take a bath. Either way, apparently both options required complete nudity. When I say that kid is strong, I mean it takes both of us using most of our body weight to hold her in place when necessary...such as the last time she had shots.
Anyway, after a few minutes of a screaming, defiant little toddler who refused to wear clothing and had, by this point, reached a tantrum level wherein absolutely nothing could make her stop except quiet time in the crib. (I use the word, "quiet" loosely.) Daniel called for help, and I came in to find both of them completely frustrated with one another. I picked up the kid to try to help her calm down, but every time she heard Daniel's voice or looked at him, she'd start her tantrum all over again!
Eventually they both got what they set out to do: Daniel got the diaper on, and Anya got to take a bath...in that order within 15 minutes of each event happening.
After her bath, I talked to Anya about what a nice Daddy she has to change her diapers and always get her ready for bed. Then I talked to her about how it wasn't nice to have a tantrum for Daddy. I told her that she needed to give Daddy a hug and a kiss to say sorry. In all of this, I do realize she's one, and most of this discussion was for our benefit as parents. I took her out into the living room where here Daddy now was, and she jumped into his arms and proceeded to give him lots of kisses and love-rubs. Daniel said he was sorry too, and after the fact we had to look back and laugh since with this personality trait they share, it was essentially Daniel vs. Daniel.
Sometimes I wonder why we're working on this foster/adoption thing as zealously as we are...
Daniel needed to change Anya's diaper and set his mind to do so. Anya wanted to play with my wallet (and I'm surprised my debit and credit card are missing...), then take a bath. Daniel put her on the changing table WITHOUT the wallet, not realizing she was very VERY busy with it. I was talking to a friend in the living room and listened as the situation deteriorated from bad to worse.
Evidently, Daniel was determined to put that diaper on. Anya, however, was determined to either play with the stupid wallet or take a bath. Either way, apparently both options required complete nudity. When I say that kid is strong, I mean it takes both of us using most of our body weight to hold her in place when necessary...such as the last time she had shots.
Anyway, after a few minutes of a screaming, defiant little toddler who refused to wear clothing and had, by this point, reached a tantrum level wherein absolutely nothing could make her stop except quiet time in the crib. (I use the word, "quiet" loosely.) Daniel called for help, and I came in to find both of them completely frustrated with one another. I picked up the kid to try to help her calm down, but every time she heard Daniel's voice or looked at him, she'd start her tantrum all over again!
Eventually they both got what they set out to do: Daniel got the diaper on, and Anya got to take a bath...in that order within 15 minutes of each event happening.
After her bath, I talked to Anya about what a nice Daddy she has to change her diapers and always get her ready for bed. Then I talked to her about how it wasn't nice to have a tantrum for Daddy. I told her that she needed to give Daddy a hug and a kiss to say sorry. In all of this, I do realize she's one, and most of this discussion was for our benefit as parents. I took her out into the living room where here Daddy now was, and she jumped into his arms and proceeded to give him lots of kisses and love-rubs. Daniel said he was sorry too, and after the fact we had to look back and laugh since with this personality trait they share, it was essentially Daniel vs. Daniel.
Sometimes I wonder why we're working on this foster/adoption thing as zealously as we are...
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