D likes to pretend to cook. I watched him cook for a while today. He uses a mixing pot, a spoon to stir, a knife to chop, and a blender. The best part is that he narrates everything, so I feel like I’m watching a cooking show by toddlers for toddlers. I tried to get it on video, but when he saw me filming him, he got all artificial. Too bad we don’t have brain cameras.
I passed out from exhaustion on D’s floor again today while he played with his toys. (These 5am mornings need to stop!) When I woke up, I found that he had put a blanket on me while I was asleep. My kid is awesome.
*Thwack* Mommy, read!
Fell asleep on the floor today, completely and totally exhausted from being up at 5am - FIVE AM. Then SOMEONE - I’m not saying who (D!*ahem*) woke me up by hitting me over the head with a book. “Mommy, read!” and then: “All done mommy sleep. ALL DONE.” No, D -you’re the one who’s all done with sleep. I still enjoy being well rested, thank you. (At which...
My life looks surreal on paper
This evening, I was fed jambalaya by a short person narrating his life in the third person.
Me and D building blocks: Me: Do you like my building? It’s in the style of Frank Lloyd Wright. D: Needs more doors.
More mountain goats
This evening when we were eating dinner, Dmitri started saying, “Empty promises! Empty promises!” I had no idea where he would have heard that phrase and then I realized that he got it from a Mountain Goats song. Best kid ever?
Me [to husband]: Can you translate this next bit of D’s multik that’s coming up? The little girl says something to the tyotya and the tyotya passes out. I want to know what she says. Husband [watches scene in multik]: She says, “For 4000 rubles, would you eat a dead cat? Me: [surprised laughter] Husband: Weren’t expecting that, were you? Me: [Goes back to finish...
I hear “look at this!” and turn to see a pants-less baby grinning at me.
Me: You know what that is - what is it? D: Star! Me: Yup! And this is an octagon. D: Octagon. Me: And this is a rectangle. D: … Me: And this is a parallelogram! D: [looks at me as though to say, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”]
Everything is boh-boh!
After D’s papa scolded him for standing on something he shouldn’t, and D’s grandmother and I warned him that the sewing machine is “boh-boh,” I realized that D probably thinks that everything is out to get him and will end up with an anxiety disorder about it or something. So, I picked him up by his ankles and swung him around the house singing...
D has been calling me “hey babe” because his papa does. ”Hey babe. Play blocks!” It’s pretty hilarious to be called “hey babe” by a 2 year old.