I know this book cold.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
More things I know
Today Mommy sang "The Shofar in the shul goes..." and I put my hands up to my mouth as if I was holding a shofar and said "toot, toot, toot!"
Mommy and Daddy refer to my sandals as my shoes or my purple shoes, but someone (probably at school) told me they're called Crocs, so that's what I call them now - "Cocs."
I picked up Mommy's phone today to call Yaya and I said "Hello Yaya - Cago (Chicago)." Nobody knows where I got that from!
Mommy and Daddy refer to my sandals as my shoes or my purple shoes, but someone (probably at school) told me they're called Crocs, so that's what I call them now - "Cocs."
I picked up Mommy's phone today to call Yaya and I said "Hello Yaya - Cago (Chicago)." Nobody knows where I got that from!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Learning Curve
On Wednesday Daddy told me that someone special was coming to see us on a hai-pane. I insisted it would be Denny, even though Daddy kept telling me it was Grandma. When Grandma arrived I was so excited that I followed her around the house like a little puppy dog. I only want Grandma to read to me, feed me, dress me, everything. When I wake up in the morning I call "Gamma! Gamma!"
Mommy complains that my class is too slow for me and I need to skip a grade because we are learning things like the number one and the color red, both of which I have known for months already. I know almost all the numbers through ten, and the following colors: wed, oggie, yeyyow, geen, boo, popo, pink (which I knew for awhile, then insisted was red for a couple of weeks, and re-learned this week), back, white, gay, bown and goadie (gold).
But over the weekend Mommy, Daddy and Grandma got to see all the great things I learned in school this week. When Grandma let me take home the change from the grocery store on Thursday, she said we would put it in tzeddaka. I was so excited and said "dakka!" and put it right in the tzeddaka box.
On Friday night Mommy and Grandma lit their Shabbat candles. When I saw them I said "Shabbos! Mein (Amen)!" Last week I was the Ima at our school Shabbat party - I got to wear a tichel and a special necklace name tag that said "Shabbat Ima." Grandma asked me who the Abba was and I told her Shlomo, which was more information than Mommy was able to get out of me all week.
Grandma brought me a book about Rosh Hashana and I said "shana!" This morning Mommy and I were eating an apple and she sang the "Dip the apple in the honey" song that we learned at school. All morning I sang "Dip - honey! Dip - honey!"
Mommy complains that my class is too slow for me and I need to skip a grade because we are learning things like the number one and the color red, both of which I have known for months already. I know almost all the numbers through ten, and the following colors: wed, oggie, yeyyow, geen, boo, popo, pink (which I knew for awhile, then insisted was red for a couple of weeks, and re-learned this week), back, white, gay, bown and goadie (gold).
But over the weekend Mommy, Daddy and Grandma got to see all the great things I learned in school this week. When Grandma let me take home the change from the grocery store on Thursday, she said we would put it in tzeddaka. I was so excited and said "dakka!" and put it right in the tzeddaka box.
On Friday night Mommy and Grandma lit their Shabbat candles. When I saw them I said "Shabbos! Mein (Amen)!" Last week I was the Ima at our school Shabbat party - I got to wear a tichel and a special necklace name tag that said "Shabbat Ima." Grandma asked me who the Abba was and I told her Shlomo, which was more information than Mommy was able to get out of me all week.
Grandma brought me a book about Rosh Hashana and I said "shana!" This morning Mommy and I were eating an apple and she sang the "Dip the apple in the honey" song that we learned at school. All morning I sang "Dip - honey! Dip - honey!"
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Cute List
Just a list of a few cute things I've said and done over the last few days:
I tried on Mommy's "pit-teen" (panties). I was annoyed that they didn't fit. Mommy said she'd buy me my own panties when I make in the potty every time. She said she'd get me Elmo panties but I want panties just like hers.
I was going through the clean laundry and asked Mommy if I could wear a particular pretty dress. She said "you can wear that dress on Shabbos." I said "shul!"
When the phone rings I say "Phone" (or "phone-y"). "Wingin" (ringing). "Talk."
I had a tummy ache and Mommy asked me if my tummy hurt. I said no because I didn't know what that meant. But then I figured it out and later I was playing with my dolly and said "Tummy. Hurt" and gave her a kiss on the tummy.
I was trying to take a clip out of my hair and pulled too hard. I said "Ouch. Sowwy." That was my first time saying sorry to anyone!
There were some beaded pins on the table. When I saw them I shouted "YAYA!" I made Mommy give a pin like that to Yaya in the summer because I know Yaya is more into jewelry than Mommy is. Then I took two pins and put one in each ear, for earrings.
I took all the diapers (nappies) out of the package, looking for the ones with pictures of dogs on them. (If I can help it I only wear the ones with dogs on them, but there are 5 or 6 other animals in the pack.) Every time I found a dog diaper I made nice to the picture of the dog. Then I said "Mommy. Turn. Nice" (Mommy's turn to make nice) and handed it to her.
I cut my dolly's fingernails (while sitting on the potty).
I have started calling Daddy "Abba." I learned it when Saba was here (because that's what Daddy calls Saba, and that's how Saba refers to Daddy) but now I also hear it from the kids at school. Daddy doesn't mind but I don't think Mommy likes it so much. Then again, I've been calling her "Meemee" for a few months now.
My best friend at school is called Shaked. If Mommy asks me "did you play with so-and-so today? Did you play with so-and-so?" I always say "No, no, no. Kedd-y!"
And one not so cute thing: I have very specific opinions about what I want (especially what I want to eat and what dishes/utensils I want to eat with) but I don't necessarily have the vocabulary to express exactly what I want. So I've been screaming a lot and yelling "That! THAT! That-y!" (Everything ends with "y" these days.) Mommy and Daddy are trying to explain that I need to tell them or show them what I want because it's not nice to hear me scream. But I'm not quite there yet.
Today I even tried something new: laying on the floor and kicking my feet. But Mommy doesn't fall for it because I'm watching her too closely for a reaction. She just acts fed-up and tells me she's going to leave the room until I stop screaming.
I tried on Mommy's "pit-teen" (panties). I was annoyed that they didn't fit. Mommy said she'd buy me my own panties when I make in the potty every time. She said she'd get me Elmo panties but I want panties just like hers.
I was going through the clean laundry and asked Mommy if I could wear a particular pretty dress. She said "you can wear that dress on Shabbos." I said "shul!"
When the phone rings I say "Phone" (or "phone-y"). "Wingin" (ringing). "Talk."
I had a tummy ache and Mommy asked me if my tummy hurt. I said no because I didn't know what that meant. But then I figured it out and later I was playing with my dolly and said "Tummy. Hurt" and gave her a kiss on the tummy.
I was trying to take a clip out of my hair and pulled too hard. I said "Ouch. Sowwy." That was my first time saying sorry to anyone!
There were some beaded pins on the table. When I saw them I shouted "YAYA!" I made Mommy give a pin like that to Yaya in the summer because I know Yaya is more into jewelry than Mommy is. Then I took two pins and put one in each ear, for earrings.
I took all the diapers (nappies) out of the package, looking for the ones with pictures of dogs on them. (If I can help it I only wear the ones with dogs on them, but there are 5 or 6 other animals in the pack.) Every time I found a dog diaper I made nice to the picture of the dog. Then I said "Mommy. Turn. Nice" (Mommy's turn to make nice) and handed it to her.
I cut my dolly's fingernails (while sitting on the potty).
I have started calling Daddy "Abba." I learned it when Saba was here (because that's what Daddy calls Saba, and that's how Saba refers to Daddy) but now I also hear it from the kids at school. Daddy doesn't mind but I don't think Mommy likes it so much. Then again, I've been calling her "Meemee" for a few months now.
My best friend at school is called Shaked. If Mommy asks me "did you play with so-and-so today? Did you play with so-and-so?" I always say "No, no, no. Kedd-y!"
And one not so cute thing: I have very specific opinions about what I want (especially what I want to eat and what dishes/utensils I want to eat with) but I don't necessarily have the vocabulary to express exactly what I want. So I've been screaming a lot and yelling "That! THAT! That-y!" (Everything ends with "y" these days.) Mommy and Daddy are trying to explain that I need to tell them or show them what I want because it's not nice to hear me scream. But I'm not quite there yet.
Today I even tried something new: laying on the floor and kicking my feet. But Mommy doesn't fall for it because I'm watching her too closely for a reaction. She just acts fed-up and tells me she's going to leave the room until I stop screaming.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
School Rules!
Yesterday was my birthday. I'm TWO! (And I know it!)
Mommy apologizes for her long blogging hiatus. She says she's been busy growing a baby in her tummy. (I'll believe it when I see it.) But this week is a big milestone in my life and she wants to record everything about it. No, not the beginning of the "Terrible Twos" (she says they began months ago) - my first week of preschool!
Last Friday was orientation. I was a little shy. In fact, my hands were in my mouth most of the time. You wouldn't know it because I'm never shy, but that's what I do when I'm shy.
Mommy and Daddy told my teacher, Morah Andrea, some things about me. Like that I call myself "Nana." (No more Lolly. That's just a nickname. Over the summer I decided to go by my full name. Which is just as well because there's another Lolly in my class.) And that I insist diapers be called nappies because that's what my best friend Sara, who's British, calls them. I say most words clearly but one funny thing I say (at least Mommy and Daddy think it's funny) is "Hodu." They say that means turkey, but how am I supposed to know that? I don't speak Hebrew. When I say "hodu" I mean "hold you" (which means, of course, "hold me.")
Monday was my first day. I had a special breakfast with Grandma and Zayde over the webcam.
There was an exciting atmosphere in the house and I couldn't get wait to get out the door.
Mommy and Daddy stayed with me for about 15 minutes, until I discovered the crayons. Then I didn't need them anymore.
At the end of the day Morah Andrea told Mommy and Daddy that I was the only kid in my class who didn't cry.
Every day of school was great, although I won't tell Mommy and Daddy what I do there. Even when Mommy asks me about things she knows I did ("Did you play outside today?" "Did you color in school?" "Did you read a book?") I say "No, no, no."
I never want to leave school. I don't understand why I have to go home and take a nap at 1:00 when other kids get to take a nap at school and then stay and play until 4:00. When Daddy walks me home I insist on rolling my backpack by myself and walking a few feet away from him to show that I'm a big girl and don't need anybody's help.
My class had a birthday party for me yesterday. We had a cake that Mommy made me, but I didn't really understand what it was for.
We had our first Shabbat party too. In the afternoon I wanted to color a picture but before I started I told Mommy that she needed to write my name on my paper first! Then I proceeded to write the letter "e" in the corner of the page before I started. Mommy claims it was a fluke but Daddy was impressed.
Today was Shabbat so there was no school. Mommy and I played a card game where we matched the colors. It was fun and Mommy said it was a big girl game! Later she reminded me that we have to clean up the toys when we're done with them, just like we do at school with Morah Andrea. I said "Anga! See! Fwends!" I can't wait to go to school tomorrow!
I like to "ten" (pretend). When Mommy tells me not to put something in my mouth I say "ten" and pretend to put it in my mouth. Speaking of ten, I know a few numbers now. I know one, two, free, fo', eight and nine. Pretty good, huh? Daddy has been practicing with me.
I'm also slowly working on my sentence structure. Today I was making "ten" food (when I cook I usually make "cone" (corn) and meat) and I was looking for a fork. I went to check in Coby's bed since I like to serve him there. I came back to Mommy and said "Fok! Coby. Have." Not a bad sentence, eh?
Mommy's favorite sentence of mine was a month or two ago, when my cousin Denny was visiting. I asked where Denny was and Mommy said she went to the potty. I said "Pie (potty). Denny. Peepee. Yay!" and clapped my hands.
I took a break from making on the potty for awhile, but now I'm back into it. On the first day of school when I woke up in the morning I asked to go potty and immediately made a poop! Now I like to sit on the potty a few times a day and I usually make once or twice. But sometimes I just ask to sit on the potty because I'm allowed to watch "Teebee" while I'm sitting. And my new trick is to ask for the potty when I'm supposed to be napping. It worked the first time but Mommy caught on pretty quickly. When I do make, though, the first thing I says is "teat!" (Treat.) Sometimes I say it when I make in my diaper too, but that's just because I am working on making the association and asking to go to the potty in time.
Mommy apologizes for her long blogging hiatus. She says she's been busy growing a baby in her tummy. (I'll believe it when I see it.) But this week is a big milestone in my life and she wants to record everything about it. No, not the beginning of the "Terrible Twos" (she says they began months ago) - my first week of preschool!
Last Friday was orientation. I was a little shy. In fact, my hands were in my mouth most of the time. You wouldn't know it because I'm never shy, but that's what I do when I'm shy.
Mommy and Daddy told my teacher, Morah Andrea, some things about me. Like that I call myself "Nana." (No more Lolly. That's just a nickname. Over the summer I decided to go by my full name. Which is just as well because there's another Lolly in my class.) And that I insist diapers be called nappies because that's what my best friend Sara, who's British, calls them. I say most words clearly but one funny thing I say (at least Mommy and Daddy think it's funny) is "Hodu." They say that means turkey, but how am I supposed to know that? I don't speak Hebrew. When I say "hodu" I mean "hold you" (which means, of course, "hold me.")
Monday was my first day. I had a special breakfast with Grandma and Zayde over the webcam.
There was an exciting atmosphere in the house and I couldn't get wait to get out the door.
Mommy and Daddy stayed with me for about 15 minutes, until I discovered the crayons. Then I didn't need them anymore.
At the end of the day Morah Andrea told Mommy and Daddy that I was the only kid in my class who didn't cry.
Every day of school was great, although I won't tell Mommy and Daddy what I do there. Even when Mommy asks me about things she knows I did ("Did you play outside today?" "Did you color in school?" "Did you read a book?") I say "No, no, no."
I never want to leave school. I don't understand why I have to go home and take a nap at 1:00 when other kids get to take a nap at school and then stay and play until 4:00. When Daddy walks me home I insist on rolling my backpack by myself and walking a few feet away from him to show that I'm a big girl and don't need anybody's help.
My class had a birthday party for me yesterday. We had a cake that Mommy made me, but I didn't really understand what it was for.
We had our first Shabbat party too. In the afternoon I wanted to color a picture but before I started I told Mommy that she needed to write my name on my paper first! Then I proceeded to write the letter "e" in the corner of the page before I started. Mommy claims it was a fluke but Daddy was impressed.
Today was Shabbat so there was no school. Mommy and I played a card game where we matched the colors. It was fun and Mommy said it was a big girl game! Later she reminded me that we have to clean up the toys when we're done with them, just like we do at school with Morah Andrea. I said "Anga! See! Fwends!" I can't wait to go to school tomorrow!
I like to "ten" (pretend). When Mommy tells me not to put something in my mouth I say "ten" and pretend to put it in my mouth. Speaking of ten, I know a few numbers now. I know one, two, free, fo', eight and nine. Pretty good, huh? Daddy has been practicing with me.
I'm also slowly working on my sentence structure. Today I was making "ten" food (when I cook I usually make "cone" (corn) and meat) and I was looking for a fork. I went to check in Coby's bed since I like to serve him there. I came back to Mommy and said "Fok! Coby. Have." Not a bad sentence, eh?
Mommy's favorite sentence of mine was a month or two ago, when my cousin Denny was visiting. I asked where Denny was and Mommy said she went to the potty. I said "Pie (potty). Denny. Peepee. Yay!" and clapped my hands.
I took a break from making on the potty for awhile, but now I'm back into it. On the first day of school when I woke up in the morning I asked to go potty and immediately made a poop! Now I like to sit on the potty a few times a day and I usually make once or twice. But sometimes I just ask to sit on the potty because I'm allowed to watch "Teebee" while I'm sitting. And my new trick is to ask for the potty when I'm supposed to be napping. It worked the first time but Mommy caught on pretty quickly. When I do make, though, the first thing I says is "teat!" (Treat.) Sometimes I say it when I make in my diaper too, but that's just because I am working on making the association and asking to go to the potty in time.
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