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Week 212: Buh, Eats, and Ass Trow Nots February 20, 2008
Mandy has continued to rapidly develop, as though she's in crunch time against some deadline that only she knows about. She's not only walking, but saying a few words. She's pretty consistent about declaring that she sees a baby, a ball, a book, a boy, a doll, or that she has just fallen down. The problem, though, is that her word for all these things --"buh!"-- is pretty much the same. If she points at a book with a baby boy holding a ball on the cover, we really have no idea what she's talking about.
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Another way she's deviated from her sister, though, is that Mandy has become a picky eater. When Sam was about a year old, she was eating just about everything, including all those vegetables and beans we were putting on her tray. Mandy, on the other hand, seems to adhere to the axiom of "If it's not noodles, it's crap." We went out to eat at a restaurant with one of those giant salad bars the other night, and Ger loaded up Mandy's plate with all kinds of stuff --cottage cheese, peas, carrots, red beans, beets, soybeans, broccoli, ham cubes, egg whites, fruit salad, and more. And yet Mandy bellowed in protest if she wasn't able to ram her hand elbow deep into Geralyn's bowl of pasta.
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On the Sam front, things are going well. At over 4 years old she seems capable of running her own inner dialogs, which she only occasionally lets us in on. This leads to some pretty delayed reactions (such as when she answers questions we asked half an hour ago), as well as just sublimely bizarre ideas. For example, last weekend we took her to the downtown Science Center and bought tickets to the planetarium show. Which, by the way, was LAME. Personally, I seem to remember the planetarium involving more lasers, Pink Floyd, and coat pockets bulging with smuggled beer cans, but apparently this one was more traditional, with just blinking lights that we told formed the outline of a dog or some guy with a bow. WHICH THEY DO NOT, no matter how many times my 10th grade Science teacher or some bored sounding dude running the Planetarium controls tells me they do.
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Anyway, after the show we went into the exhibit area that was all about space and space travel. This included some displays about astronauts and their lives aboard space stations and shuttles. There was also this giant puzzle made of out two foot by two foot by two foot padded cubes. After viewing some of the space station exhibits Sam ran over to these blocks and started hefting them around, trying to build some kind of wall.
"Why are you building a wall, Sam?" I asked.
"THE ASTRONAUTS ARE COMING!" She pronounced it as three words, "Ass trow nots," which made me chuckle.
"The ...astronauts?"
"THEY'RE COMING! QUICK! MOVE THAT BLOCK!"
I did as she commanded. "What does the wall have to do with astronauts?"
"WE HAVE TO STOP THEM! THEY WILL COME AND DESTROY OUR LIVING ROOMS AND OUR BEDROOMS AND OUR BATHROOMS!" The wall was two levels high now, but Sam still unsatisfied with it.
"What? Why would they do that?"
"THE ASTRONAUTS HATE HOUSES! THEY HATE THEM SO MUCH. QUICK!"
So we finished our wall, and Sam declared that the bathrooms of the world were now safe from the ass trow nots. And you know what? They are. They ARE.
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Posted by shawn on February 22, 2008 2:07 AM:
4 is my favorite age! Great imagination and still enough of a kid to go with it!
Posted by sue madigan on February 22, 2008 8:19 PM:
I see that sam is in the process of developing that wonderful
imagination that goes along with her age. i saw it all the time
when i worked with 4 yr. olds.
love you sammy,
nana