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Toddler Talk

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

Reichen:  “Momma is a little grumpy.”

What my two year old toddler told my dad after spending a two minute time out in his room for spitting in my face.

Toddler Talk

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Reichen:  “Momma, you wear two shoes.”

Me:  “I know Doddle Bug.  You are wearing two shoes, too.”

Reichen:  “No, Momma!  You wear two shoes on your feet!”

Me:  “You’re right, baby.  I’m wearing two tennis shoes on my feet.”

Reichen:  “No, Momma!  Look, Momma!  LOOK!!!

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What my 2 year old toddler told me after he realized I was wearing 2 different tennis shoes.  I just wish he would have informed me of that fun fact a little earlier, like before I spent the entire day in public.

Triken Reichen

Monday, September 28th, 2009

I bought a tricycle for you at a garage sale last summer

You couldn’t ride it at first, it was such a big bummer.

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You waited all winter and when spring finally arrived

You practiced for months, and for months you so tried.

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Today you told me you could do it,  you said you just knew

And when your feet touched the pedals, away you really flew.

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You could hardly believe when you finally did it

“Look at me!” you shouted and you rode your short trip.

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It didn’t last long, it ended quite quickly

You flipped your trike over, it was so accidentally.

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Your pride was a little injured, but that was not all

Your knee was scrapped too, it was a big fall.

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After the tears, you looked at me sweetly

I want to ride again, you said not too weepy.

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You’re such a big boy, my baby of two

You can ride a tricycle now, I’m so proud of you.

Toddler Talk

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

Reichen: “No, I’m too little.”

The answer my 2 year old toddler gave me when I told him I needed to change his diaper.

Toddler Talk

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Reichen:  “Man, your car is very dirty.”

Man:  “That’s rust.”

Reichen:  “Oh, it’s rust?  You need a washrag.”

Man:  “A washrag won’t fix rust, little boy.”

Reichen:  “I’m a BIG boy. Daddy fix it with a screwdriver.”

Man:  “Fix it with a screwdriver?  Your daddy must be an awesome mechanic.”

Reichen:  “No, Daddy’s an awesome ninja. Reichen’s an awesome ninja, too.”

Man:  “He is awful smart.”

Reichen:  “I am smart AND handsome.”

Man:  “See you guys later.”

Reichen:  “See you later, crocodile.”

Random conversation my two year old struck up with a complete stranger outside of Home Depot.

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Toddler Talk

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Reichen:  “No, Bob-O!  No talk to Reichen!  No!”

Me:  “Don’t talk like that to your brother.  He loves you so much and wants to talk with you.”

{Reichen mulls it around a minute.}

Reichen:  “No love Reichen, Bob-O!  No!”

A car conversation between me, my two year old and his one year old brother, Latham (a.k.a. Bob-O).

Toddler Talk

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

Reichen:  “No car!  No do that!  No fall down the steps!”

What my two year old toddler shouts at his inanimate toy cars after he accidentally drops them down the stairs.”

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Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Reichen:  “I burped in my bed, Momma.”

Me:   “Do you think you need to burp again, buddy?”

Reichen:  “No, I’m good.”

What my two year old toddler told me after finding him covered in pink puke  at 1am.

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Friday, July 17th, 2009

“Momma, my eyes are crying.”

What Reichen informed me while trying to compose himself after one of his toddler tantrums.

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Saturday, July 11th, 2009

Reichen:  “Momma, my booger go night night.”

Me:  “It did?”

Reichen:  “Yup!  He’s in my nose sleeping.”

What my toddler told me in the car on the way to Grandma’s house.

Toddler Talk

Thursday, July 9th, 2009

Me:  “Reichen, are you poopy?”

Reichen:  “No, I’m not poopy.  I’m happy!”

What my 2 1/2 year old toddler tells me when I ask him if he needs his diaper changed.

Toddler Talk

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

“Oh my goodness!  She broke it!  You VERY, VERY loud lady!”

What my 2 year old toddler shouted at our waitress after she accidentally broke a glass while clearing the table.

“Does he Speak Spanish?”

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

“Does he speak Spanish?”

I admit the question itself is not that funny. 

But when a most serious three year old neighbor girl wants to know the answer after my toddler talks gibberish – it is.

The See-Saw Strikes Again

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

Parenthood is such a surprise.  Every day, I’m surprised.  Really.

I’m surprised when my toddler hugs my neck and says, “I love you, Momma.”  I’m surprised when he sings ‘Happy Birthday to You’ all day every day to the grass, to the house, to me, and to neighbor’s dog.  I’m surprised when he tells me exactly what he wants for lunch.  I’m surprised when he says, “Thank you, Momma” when I give it to him. You get the idea. 

It’s surprising to me that my little helpless baby – the one I cared for all day every day when he couldn’t do anything for himself  – is blossoming into this fully functioning human being who has own ideas, thoughts and feelings.  It’s so cool.  But at the same time, it’s not so cool.

It’s the see-saw of parenting.  You know, that piece of equipment on the playground you used to love as a kid.  You would grab your best friend and go up and down and up and down every chance you got.  I loved it.  I’ve decided parenting is a lot like that old recess ride. 

I love that he can roll over- up I go.  I hate that he can roll over- down I go.  I love that he can crawl – up I go.  I hate that he can crawl – down I go.  I love that he can walk – up I go.  I hate that he can walk – down I go.  I’m getting dizzy just writing about it.  From what I understand, it doesn’t get any easier when your children get older.  I’m told that not only does it get worse, the ride speeds up. 

Kindergarten, extracurricular activities, high school, dating, driving, graduation, college:  the list goes on and on.  I know as a parent, you’re thrilled to see your children accomplish all these amazing life goals- up you go.  But where is the little baby who held your finger every night when you rocked him to sleep – down you go.  

It really put it all into perspective when my just turned one year old little baby did something surprising today too.  Reichen waved at Latham and Latham waved back.  I was so surprised!  My baby is waving – up I go.  My baby is waving – down I go.  I thought did that really just happen?  I gave him a couple of minutes and I said, “Wave, Latham.”  His chubby little arm popped in the air and he started waving.  It brought tears to my eyes.

‘Oh great,’ I thought.  The see-saw strikes again.

“I Miss you Already.”

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Do two year olds know how to work the mommy guilt, or what?  I stay at home with my two little boys, so I rarely go anywhere without them.  They’re about as hard to pull away from me as my teeth.  I mean, it can happen but not without a lot of wiggling back and forth, pulling with extreme force, and a lot of whining. 

But get this:  my two year old has added a new weapon to his arsenal.  After all the untangling of arms and legs, crying, sweating and begging, he cocks his head to the side, puts on a sad face and says, “Momma, I miss you already.”  He says it so calmly.  He says it like he hasn’t just left permanent marks on my neck for the last 20 minutes after clawing for me to stay.

I’m proud of him.  He’s really taking it to the next level, don’t you agree?  But I kind of do feel bad for him.  He’s found out the hard way that guilt doesn’t work either.  After applying a little salve to my war wounds, I leave the little dude in my dust!