This could often pertain to Teagan, but this particular (playful) post is about Aimee. End of (playful) post.
RogM
Monday, December 22, 2008
Oball
Recently we've noticed (much to my chagrin and Rog's excitement) that Teagan seems to take an interest in football when it's on TV. Some of my friends are aware that I dread football season for a couple of reasons. It means that Rog disappears into his man-cave on Sundays and it means that simply because I'm within earshot, I get to listen (ok, pretend to listen) to Roger describe certain plays that he found outrageous or fascinating. Roger may dispute this, but in the beginning of our relationship, I think I made an honest effort to take an interest in football. I sat through a few games and a couple of superbowls, but I found myself thinking that I would much rather be reading a good book or, I don't know, getting my teeth drilled at the dentist. I eventually made that pretty clear and I don't think that Roger entered into our marriage under any false pretenses.
I actually am happy that he finds so much joy in his Sundays during football season, and I almost always use the time to get other things done.
Last night was a bit of a different scenario. Roger was watching Teagan while I attended a cookie exchange. An hour or so into the party, I got a phone call from Roger, who was laughing on the other end. He said that he had taken Teagan and her toys down into the basement with him and turned on the game. Teagan grabbed a stuffed sheep, which is kind of in the shape of a football, and started swinging it back and forth, excitedly yelling "Oball! Oball! Oball!" ("Oball" means "football".)
For obvious reasons, it made Roger a very proud father.
Since then, I have been having nightmarish visions of someday being cornered in the kitchen by my husband and daughter and forced to listen to them rattle off stats and plays.
I actually am happy that he finds so much joy in his Sundays during football season, and I almost always use the time to get other things done.
Last night was a bit of a different scenario. Roger was watching Teagan while I attended a cookie exchange. An hour or so into the party, I got a phone call from Roger, who was laughing on the other end. He said that he had taken Teagan and her toys down into the basement with him and turned on the game. Teagan grabbed a stuffed sheep, which is kind of in the shape of a football, and started swinging it back and forth, excitedly yelling "Oball! Oball! Oball!" ("Oball" means "football".)
For obvious reasons, it made Roger a very proud father.
Since then, I have been having nightmarish visions of someday being cornered in the kitchen by my husband and daughter and forced to listen to them rattle off stats and plays.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I Do It!
I guess I’ve really dropped the ball on this whole blogging thing. It’s been a busy few weeks, but I suppose December is usually like that for most people.
Teagan turned two on December 5. Rog and I took the day off and we celebrated with a trip to Build a Bear and The Cupcakery. Teagan didn’t totally understand the Build a Bear concept, but she caught on to some parts and definitely enjoyed herself. She chose a bunny which she cleverly named “Rabbit”. She really enjoyed giving him a bath, but lost interest when it came time to create his birth certificate and instead occupied herself by running around the store and trying to get out into the mall.
She fell into a deep sleep in the car but happily obliged to wake up for a cupcake, which she devoured.
She also had two separate birthday celebrations with each side of the family, and another party at daycare. Lots of cake and ice cream were consumed by all. It’s no wonder that kids look forward to birthdays!
Teagan also had her 2 year well visit the week after her birthday. She’s slightly below average on height and weight but knocked it out of the ballpark with her head circumference. 99th percentile!! For anyone that had any doubt, she is most definitely Roger’s child!
She’s working hard to exercise her independence. I am now well aware of how the “terrible twos” phrase came about. It’s a good day when we can make it through the morning without a tantrum. This morning she was in such a great mood that she couldn’t even pretend cry very well. (Though she did try.)
She’s repeating words and phrases all the time. The other day I dropped her off at the daycare and her baby sitter said “Bye Aimee”, so Teagan repeated “Bye Eemee”. She has the tune to her abc’s down, though the letters come out at random, every number is “2” or “5” and every color is “pink” or “wewow”. Every morning when I walk into her room she asks “Where Daddy go?” and she always wants to know where “Dappy” (Chappy) is. She loves to “hep” (help) me cook, make sandwiches for lunch, get my socks and shoes on, and set up the humidifier. She lets us know by declaring “I do it!” or “I hep!” Every night before we rock and sing, we have to make sure that each of her two “gingkets” (blankets), her “wabbit”, her baby and her bear are accounted for and in the chair with us. It’s always a very graceful process getting her from the chair into her bed each night.
Despite the tantrums and meltdowns, she is of course so much fun. She knows how to perform and get a laugh, she knows what buttons to push when she just wants to fight, and she knows how to melt our hearts in an instant.
Clowning Around:
Throwing a Tantrum:
Melting Our Hearts:
Teagan turned two on December 5. Rog and I took the day off and we celebrated with a trip to Build a Bear and The Cupcakery. Teagan didn’t totally understand the Build a Bear concept, but she caught on to some parts and definitely enjoyed herself. She chose a bunny which she cleverly named “Rabbit”. She really enjoyed giving him a bath, but lost interest when it came time to create his birth certificate and instead occupied herself by running around the store and trying to get out into the mall.
She fell into a deep sleep in the car but happily obliged to wake up for a cupcake, which she devoured.
She also had two separate birthday celebrations with each side of the family, and another party at daycare. Lots of cake and ice cream were consumed by all. It’s no wonder that kids look forward to birthdays!
Teagan also had her 2 year well visit the week after her birthday. She’s slightly below average on height and weight but knocked it out of the ballpark with her head circumference. 99th percentile!! For anyone that had any doubt, she is most definitely Roger’s child!
She’s working hard to exercise her independence. I am now well aware of how the “terrible twos” phrase came about. It’s a good day when we can make it through the morning without a tantrum. This morning she was in such a great mood that she couldn’t even pretend cry very well. (Though she did try.)
She’s repeating words and phrases all the time. The other day I dropped her off at the daycare and her baby sitter said “Bye Aimee”, so Teagan repeated “Bye Eemee”. She has the tune to her abc’s down, though the letters come out at random, every number is “2” or “5” and every color is “pink” or “wewow”. Every morning when I walk into her room she asks “Where Daddy go?” and she always wants to know where “Dappy” (Chappy) is. She loves to “hep” (help) me cook, make sandwiches for lunch, get my socks and shoes on, and set up the humidifier. She lets us know by declaring “I do it!” or “I hep!” Every night before we rock and sing, we have to make sure that each of her two “gingkets” (blankets), her “wabbit”, her baby and her bear are accounted for and in the chair with us. It’s always a very graceful process getting her from the chair into her bed each night.
Despite the tantrums and meltdowns, she is of course so much fun. She knows how to perform and get a laugh, she knows what buttons to push when she just wants to fight, and she knows how to melt our hearts in an instant.
Clowning Around:
Throwing a Tantrum:
Melting Our Hearts:
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