Thursday, August 23, 2012

Partridge

My mom has a pet partridge. A wild one, that follows her around, and pecks at her feet. In typical fashion, she is afraid of it. You don't know my mom. She's a forester. Cuts all her own firewood. Grows all her own vegetables. Completes tedious, crushingly difficult tasks through perseverance. And was once terrified of her neighbors' fat cat, Rusty, bc he was too friendly. She is a life-long cat lover. Scared of a big, fat, geriatric, orange cat. Also afraid to do some work under her car, for fear that this little, tiny bird will peck her.

On the Gumball front, we have two-year molars. I hate teeth. We've had fevers, vomiting, constant requests for medicine, and really, really terrible moods.

She hasn't totally lost her sense of humor though. The other night, I had to change her diaper. Now she can count to thirteen, so she started counting. When she got to thirteen, I started, "fourteen..." and paused. Then she said "poop-teen" and started laughing. Yup. Poop jokes already.


Monday, August 6, 2012

Potty Mouth

Last night, before bed, I asked Gumball if she wanted to pee on the potty. We talk about the potty a lot these days, and read books about the potty, and talk about big girl underwear, and who uses the potty... ETC. So I asked casually, assuming that, like usual, Gumball would say something like, "no. No use potty. NO!!!... thankyou."

But last night, she agreed to pee on the potty. I assumed it was a clever attempt to delay bedtime, but I went along with it. Gumball walked to the potty, sat down, and peed!!!!! I really couldn't believe it!

Today, all attempts to get Gumball to use the potty have been semi-unsuccessful. She would sit on the potty, twice, but there were no... positive outcomes.

Oh well.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Fashion Advice from a Toddler

Today, at breakfast, Gumball informed me that it looked like I was wearing a bib. "Mama wear a bib."

I was wearing this shirt:
Clearly, I am wearing a bib. Thanks, Gumball. They grow up so fast.

Gumball is so funny lately. Talking is a blast. Not everyone can understand her, but those who can, hear sentences. She says things like, "I don't want milk (pronounced "munkle" or "meeeeeaalk")." Today she placed her toys in her time out spot, and gave them all a time out. When I turn on music in the car, she sings louder. Before she goes to sleep at night (7pm, whatever) she likes to talk about what we did during the day. Or what she thinks we did during the day. She has an active imagination.

She loves Pumpkin, all monkeys, frogs ("hogs"), Clifford, and, of course, babies. She currently has: Binky Baby, Water Baby, Little Dada (x2), and Tiny Baby (x2). We aren't very creative about names. But she loves them all.

In other news, I've also started encouraging Gumball to help me. I give her little tasks, and she actually does them. She loves to throw away bits of trash, and put dirty clothes in the hamper. Today, Nana was asking me where she left her shoes, and Gumball ran to retrieve them. Smart, and a proficient eavesdropper.