"Oh no, Daddy poop!" - Claire, 7-13-06.
It should have been "Happy Birthday, Auntie Sarah!". Next year...
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Send in the Clowns
Claire has a new favorite game. I hide the clown and she finds it. It's so fun! She always checks the last place it was hidden first. An interesting strategy and one she'll soon weary of, I am sure. And when she does, I'll be there...you guessed it: hiding the clown in the same spot twice in a row! Hahaha! We only have a limited time to pull things over on the kiddos, so I am going to take full advantage!
How to play HIDING THE CLOWN:
First step: CLOSING EYES (AKA: HIDING EYES)
This is a critical step. Without this one, we would have to re-name the entire game to "Moving the Clown Around While We All Watch", or maybe "Watching the Clown Get Put Over There, Or There, Or Even There".
Next Step: PEEKING.
This one is actually optional. Your mother is bound to think it's cute, others are apt to consider it cheating. Follow this step only when you play with your mom, and even then, past 2 years of age, she might call you on it too.
Third Step: SEARCH HIGH AND LOW
This step is not only the most action-packed part of the game, it is also training for later in life: searching for the keys, searching for the remote, searching for just about any of the encumberances that come with adulthood. Thank goodness it's just for fun in this game!
(this step is easier with your eyes open...)
Fourth Step: FOUND IT!!
The target is in sight. Even though it may not be easy to get to, you must persevere. Ain't no mountain high enough and whatnot.
Final Step: CELEBRATE!!!
I don't care if you've just found the clown, the $20 you know you had in your wallet, your dream job, or the meaning of life...if you took the time to search and successfully tracked it down, you deserve to celebrate! Squeals of glee not required, but highly recommended!
Final step, part. 2: repeat. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat. As many times as you like, Woogie!
How to play HIDING THE CLOWN:
First step: CLOSING EYES (AKA: HIDING EYES)
This is a critical step. Without this one, we would have to re-name the entire game to "Moving the Clown Around While We All Watch", or maybe "Watching the Clown Get Put Over There, Or There, Or Even There".
Next Step: PEEKING.
This one is actually optional. Your mother is bound to think it's cute, others are apt to consider it cheating. Follow this step only when you play with your mom, and even then, past 2 years of age, she might call you on it too.
Third Step: SEARCH HIGH AND LOW
This step is not only the most action-packed part of the game, it is also training for later in life: searching for the keys, searching for the remote, searching for just about any of the encumberances that come with adulthood. Thank goodness it's just for fun in this game!
(this step is easier with your eyes open...)
Fourth Step: FOUND IT!!
The target is in sight. Even though it may not be easy to get to, you must persevere. Ain't no mountain high enough and whatnot.
Final Step: CELEBRATE!!!
I don't care if you've just found the clown, the $20 you know you had in your wallet, your dream job, or the meaning of life...if you took the time to search and successfully tracked it down, you deserve to celebrate! Squeals of glee not required, but highly recommended!
Final step, part. 2: repeat. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat. As many times as you like, Woogie!
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Nanny
Nanny - Etymology: probably of baby-talk origin: a child's nurse or caregiver (merriam-webster)
I think Merriam-Webster nailed the etymology of this word. Despite our best efforts otherwise, Claire has taken to calling her maternal grandmother 'Nanny'. I certainly don't begrudge her finding her own name for her grandmother, but the word Nanny conjures up certain images:
Or, more recently:
I am working on at least changing up the pronunciation..."Nonni", "Nonnah", but ultimately, it will be up to Claire. Whatever they call each other, watching my mother and my daughter together makes my heart break...in a good way.
Pictures in previous two blogs from this evening.
I think Merriam-Webster nailed the etymology of this word. Despite our best efforts otherwise, Claire has taken to calling her maternal grandmother 'Nanny'. I certainly don't begrudge her finding her own name for her grandmother, but the word Nanny conjures up certain images:
Or, more recently:
I am working on at least changing up the pronunciation..."Nonni", "Nonnah", but ultimately, it will be up to Claire. Whatever they call each other, watching my mother and my daughter together makes my heart break...in a good way.
Pictures in previous two blogs from this evening.
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