All About the Little BB

We go to the park with the nice, huge play area and baby swings, and big kid swings, and a sandbox, and lots of space for running around. There’s also some kind of fitness area, presumably for adults to use (presumably in the early morning before kids get there because I’ve never seen anyone seriously using the area for fitness). And everywhere, there are tiny pebbles; it’s a relatively new trend to use them instead of sand. 

So, forget the nice huge play area, the baby swings, the big kid swings. Forget the sandbox and running around space. The toddlers congregate, I kid you not, at the adult fitness area, and spend the bulk of their playground time putting pebbles on the flat surfaces and then brushing them off. 

It’s seriously the best thing ever, because it’s a great way to start a conversation with another adult. Also, you don’t have to run after your kid, ever. They’re sitting there playing endlessly with the rocks. 

[in the parking lot, coming out of the store pushing the cart with groceries and D]

Me: Now *where* did I park my car?
D: [gestures vaguely behind himself]

Me: So, the word for get down is “da-cyoon.” 
Mom: In Russian?
Me: No, in baby.

Zucka just jumped up on the TV stand again and hub told him to get down. D RUNS up to me and says, “ZUCKA CLIMB THERE, DIMA CLIMB *NO*. PAPA ZUCKA DA-*CYOOOON!*” I said that Papa didn’t want Zucka to set a bad example, so now Zuck’s not allowed up there either. I wonder if that was gratifying for the B. 

Me: Don’t even think about trying to climb on the TV stand.
D: Climbing on TV stand boh boh? Hurt?
Me: Yes, if you fall you could get hurt. Don’t climb it. 
D: Zucka climb. 
Me: But Zucka’s a cat and he won’t get as hurt if he were to fall. 

The way he says “Zucka climb” is so funny. It’s like he’s saying, “But you let Zucka climb!” It’s so indignant. Oh B, if Zucka jumped off a bridge, would you follow? No, don’t answer. 

When D says “toothpaste,” it sounds like “stupid.” It’s especially cute when he says “mommy’s toothpaste.” I’m always like, “mommy’s WHAT? Oh.” 

I’m sure this will become less and less endearing as time goes on, but for now, it’s hilarious that when I ask D to take something to his room, he does so immediately and willingly, but when I walk by his room later, I find that he’s put the object in question on the *very* threshold of his room, *right* next to the door. Attempts to ask him to put things on his bed instead have so far been unsuccessful.

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. 

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 age do babies learn that they are separate from their parents?)

And then he proceeded to spend the rest of the day being absolutely adorable. 

This evening, I was fed jambalaya by a short person narrating his life in the third person.