I started to write a quick takes post last week but only got five of them and then got distracted and never posted them. I thought I’d round up some from this week and post them all together. (As usual I’m transcribing and expanding those Twitter comments that I think were worth preserving.) So naturally this week I have far too many. It’s either feast or famine. You can stop reading at 7 if you want; but they are all pretty short.)
I love it when Bella sings. Especially when she makes up her own songs. One of her recent songs is this sweet ditty: “Dance, child, dance. Dance, child, dance. Whenever the seem looks nice and clean. Dance, child, dance. ” (I’ve got a short video which I need to upload of her singing it.)
When I asked her if she’d heard that song or made it up, she told me she’d made it up. But a minute later she corrected herself: My friend posted it on her blog.
Recently as we were getting ready to go I addressed the girls, “Let’s go. Both of you.”
Sophie smiled and responded, “Both of us!”
And I was so floored by her grasp of grammar that I repeated it again just to hear her repeat it again: “Both of you.”
“Both of us.”
The other day I heard Bella repeating this phrase: “the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.” Se kept repeating it, almost chanting it. I looked over and saw that she had this anthology of Winter Poems . It was open to a selection from “The Bells” by Edgar Allen Poe. The line she was repeating was the final line in the selection.
By the way, I adore this book. It’s a great selection and it’s illustrated by the wonderful Trina Schart Hyman. It’s too bad she hasn’t done similar anthologies for the other seasons.
I asked, “Bella can you please put your quesadilla in a bag.”
Bella responded: “A sandwich bag? Or a quesadilla bag?”
Sometimes she’s too clever by half!
For some reason we’ve had a hard time settling on what to have the girls call Dom’s mother. All the grandchildren call his dad “Nanu”; and most of them seem to call his mother “Grandma”. Which we usually do to; but then we also call my mom “Grandma” and are afraid that might be a bit confusing. So sometimes, rarely, Dom refers to his mom as “Nana,” which is what he called his own grandmother. Evidently it is so rare the girls don’t remember it.
The other night as we were saying prayers he was tired and added, “God bless Nana.” to the usual litany. For some reason this struck Sophie as hilarious. She started repeating it, “God bless Na-na! Bwahahahaha! God bless Na-na!” Soon Bella joined in. Both girls were laughing so hard and Dom and I caught it and we were laughing to as we tried to finish our bedtime prayers. Every night thereafter they’ve done the same. After God bless Mama and Dada and Benny, suddenly one or the other bursts out with, “God bless Nana!” and everyone laughs and laughs and laughs.
O Mother Goose, how I love you! My girls constantly speak in snippets of rhyme. Sophie especially often will spout bits and tags of poems as if they were normal conversation. If I’m not paying close attention, I’ll miss it.
The other day Bella was walking out the back door with a purse slung over her shoulder. “I’m going to St. Ives. Bye!” she announced.
Then yesterday Sophie was sitting in my lap and suddenly declared, “Leave them alone and they’ll come home.” When I repeated the whole rhyme from the beginning she beamed at me, pleased to have been understood.
“I used to eat turkey with cereal, “Bella says, “I put some Cheerios and Puffins in a bowl with some milk and then I put some turkey on top.”
She’s echoing me. The day before I’d told her that I used to eat Cheerios with bananas on top. I had a turkey in the oven for dinner. I suppose in her mind turkey is no stranger on top of cereal than bananas.
I’m pretty sure that Ben is saying “water” now and “cheese”. And “Dada” and “Jesus” and “Bella”. Still no “mama,” though. When I ask him to say “mama” he just stares at me. And then he says “Dada.” Stinker.
The girls are having pretend snack. They kneel down at the coffee table to say “Bless us, O Lord” before they eat.
I love how Bella becomes obviously self conscious in her singing or praying as soon as I give her my direct attention. When she sees me looking at her as they pray, she sort of pauses and squirms. I just realized what it is that’s happening. When she realizes she’s got an audience, suddenly it ceases to be play and becomes performance: look at me doing something cute.
Bella and Sophie are biting their pita bread into shapes. Bella: “It looks like an old man’s shoe.”
Sophie is going through this phase right now where everything looks like something else. It’s a strange sort of fascination.
Bella’s sneaky method of getting the dolly from Sophie: “I think she wants me. She just needs some milk. ” And then Sophie hands the dolly over for Bella to nurse her. Poor Sophie. Why does she always fall for it?