A little glimpse into a day in the life of the Petersens. Or, at least about a minute.
Translations:
1) Evaline is singing her favorite line of the "Five Little Ducks Went Out to Play" song: "Five Little Ducks"
2) Cora is playing with blocks until she realized that I was filming...when she runs off camera she is running to sit in my lap so that she can "see".
3) About 10 seconds after I stopped filming Evaline kicked Cora's train. Laughter (Evaline) and tears (Cora) ensued...as well as a forced apology and help rebuilding.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Getting older, not bigger
**WARNING** Long post. If you're here just for the pictures, scroll all the way to the bottom :-D
Judging just by physical size, the girls haven't grown very much in the last 6 months. They both weigh the same: the same as each other, and the same as they did back in November. Cora is still wearing 18 months clothes - especially the pants. Poor little girl is built just like her mommy. Evaline (who is in size 2T for height but everything is a bit too big around), on the other hand, is built like her Aunt Katie - lucky girl.
Although they haven't changed in size, they have changed oh-so-much. Here's a little look at what's going on in our two-and-a-half-year-old world:
Singing. Oh the singing that goes on around here. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. Some dinosaur song (something about a Mommy - or Daddy, or Baby - dinosaur (while slaping legs), earthshake...listen...ROAR!) **If you know this song: please clue me in on the actual lyrics and/or movements: this was a song learned at their previous daycare and I'd love to sing along with them.
Best of all is their ABCs. I'm not sure if a stranger could understand it with clarity, but they've got it down. The whole thing.
Counting. Counting everything. A few days ago when driving home the girls were counting houses that we'd pass. They'd get to about 13 and then start over. Evaline usually skips 4 and 5, and she adds in an "eleventeen". It's pretty cute.
Ownership. "Mine" is a favorite word around here. So is "I want it". So is fighting over whatever the other one has. Example: I was heading to my parents with the girls in tow, Ian was leaving at the same time to drive to work. When we left Cora said "Bye Daddy" and Evaline got very upset because she wanted to say "Bye Daddy" first. When I merged off the interstate, Evaline said "Bye Daddy" (long story as to why she'd say it again) and this time Cora got mad because she wanted to say it. Almost to my parents house, Cora pointed at me and proclaimed "MY MOMMY". Evaline got upset and replied "No! My Mommy! Cora - Daddy! Evaline - Mommy!" (Ever since Evaline went through her unbelievably whiny phase, she's been clingy to me, and Cora has been clingy to Ian.)
Coordination. Running, jumping, climbing, kicking (balls, not people), throwing, catching. The girls are improving their physical and motor skills tremendously. Once or twice so far this spring its even been warm enough to go outside and play (they are tough and could stand the cold...their mommy, on the other had, is quite the wimpy-doodle). They can go up and down stairs without help - in fact, they often insist on doing it without any help. They really enjoy "sewing" cards (where you "sew" a shoelace through holes on a card). They are always on the go.
Not-so-coordinated. Everything happens to Cora. When she was 6 months, Evaline pushed a mirror over onto her head and sent her to the ER, at about 16 months she did a face plant in a friends' driveway and skinned up her face, in September she was bitten - twice - by another kid at daycare: hard enough to leave bruises in a perfect imprint on her cute little face, and now she's the one to slip in the tub. It gave her quite the black eye. We started calling her "Shiner". For several days she looked like she was in a bar-room brawl.
Speaking of the bathtub...about a month ago Cora accidentally pooped in the tub. It was just a little turdling...easily scooped out and cleaned up with a little draining and replacing of the water. Cora was beside herself. She felt so bad about having had an accident like that in the tub. She still won't take a bath. Flat out refuses to get in the tub. We've had to shower with her instead. When I ask her why she won't take a bath she simply replies "I no poop in the tub." In addition to short, chubby legs I fear she has inherited her mother's sometimes-unreasonable sensibilities.
Manipulating. On Saturday Ian got Cora up from her nap when Evaline was still sleeping. He told her that when Evaline woke up, he would take them to the park. Every four or five minutes after that Cora would stop, pretend to listen, and say "Eva talking! We go park now!" (Eva wasn't talking...still VERY sound asleep).
Opinionated. Most days they won't wear anything but a dress. They are picky about what they eat and what color of plate they eat it on. They have assigned seats at the dinner table...and now so do Ian and I. They prefer their blankets folded in a particular way. And they have definately developed the lungs to throw a tantrum to let us know when something isn't quite right.
Photos. We haven't taken a whole lot of pictures lately...but here are a few recent ones that make me smile:
Judging just by physical size, the girls haven't grown very much in the last 6 months. They both weigh the same: the same as each other, and the same as they did back in November. Cora is still wearing 18 months clothes - especially the pants. Poor little girl is built just like her mommy. Evaline (who is in size 2T for height but everything is a bit too big around), on the other hand, is built like her Aunt Katie - lucky girl.
Although they haven't changed in size, they have changed oh-so-much. Here's a little look at what's going on in our two-and-a-half-year-old world:
Singing. Oh the singing that goes on around here. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. Some dinosaur song (something about a Mommy - or Daddy, or Baby - dinosaur (while slaping legs), earthshake...listen...ROAR!) **If you know this song: please clue me in on the actual lyrics and/or movements: this was a song learned at their previous daycare and I'd love to sing along with them.
Best of all is their ABCs. I'm not sure if a stranger could understand it with clarity, but they've got it down. The whole thing.
Counting. Counting everything. A few days ago when driving home the girls were counting houses that we'd pass. They'd get to about 13 and then start over. Evaline usually skips 4 and 5, and she adds in an "eleventeen". It's pretty cute.
Ownership. "Mine" is a favorite word around here. So is "I want it". So is fighting over whatever the other one has. Example: I was heading to my parents with the girls in tow, Ian was leaving at the same time to drive to work. When we left Cora said "Bye Daddy" and Evaline got very upset because she wanted to say "Bye Daddy" first. When I merged off the interstate, Evaline said "Bye Daddy" (long story as to why she'd say it again) and this time Cora got mad because she wanted to say it. Almost to my parents house, Cora pointed at me and proclaimed "MY MOMMY". Evaline got upset and replied "No! My Mommy! Cora - Daddy! Evaline - Mommy!" (Ever since Evaline went through her unbelievably whiny phase, she's been clingy to me, and Cora has been clingy to Ian.)
Coordination. Running, jumping, climbing, kicking (balls, not people), throwing, catching. The girls are improving their physical and motor skills tremendously. Once or twice so far this spring its even been warm enough to go outside and play (they are tough and could stand the cold...their mommy, on the other had, is quite the wimpy-doodle). They can go up and down stairs without help - in fact, they often insist on doing it without any help. They really enjoy "sewing" cards (where you "sew" a shoelace through holes on a card). They are always on the go.
Not-so-coordinated. Everything happens to Cora. When she was 6 months, Evaline pushed a mirror over onto her head and sent her to the ER, at about 16 months she did a face plant in a friends' driveway and skinned up her face, in September she was bitten - twice - by another kid at daycare: hard enough to leave bruises in a perfect imprint on her cute little face, and now she's the one to slip in the tub. It gave her quite the black eye. We started calling her "Shiner". For several days she looked like she was in a bar-room brawl.
Speaking of the bathtub...about a month ago Cora accidentally pooped in the tub. It was just a little turdling...easily scooped out and cleaned up with a little draining and replacing of the water. Cora was beside herself. She felt so bad about having had an accident like that in the tub. She still won't take a bath. Flat out refuses to get in the tub. We've had to shower with her instead. When I ask her why she won't take a bath she simply replies "I no poop in the tub." In addition to short, chubby legs I fear she has inherited her mother's sometimes-unreasonable sensibilities.
Manipulating. On Saturday Ian got Cora up from her nap when Evaline was still sleeping. He told her that when Evaline woke up, he would take them to the park. Every four or five minutes after that Cora would stop, pretend to listen, and say "Eva talking! We go park now!" (Eva wasn't talking...still VERY sound asleep).
Opinionated. Most days they won't wear anything but a dress. They are picky about what they eat and what color of plate they eat it on. They have assigned seats at the dinner table...and now so do Ian and I. They prefer their blankets folded in a particular way. And they have definately developed the lungs to throw a tantrum to let us know when something isn't quite right.
Photos. We haven't taken a whole lot of pictures lately...but here are a few recent ones that make me smile:
Silly Cora...with her black eye and pretty dress
Evaline is such a "little mommy." Ever since meeting Baby Maggie at daycare, s he plays with her own babies almost non-stop. Feeding, diapering, rocking to sleep. She's got it all down.
**Please note: I did not put the burp-cloth on her shoulder, that was all her.
And this one...nothing too special, just two sisters, two best-friends, having fun.
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