Anything is pastabowl when you are little

12-3-08

N. can be a dancer, and monkey and a yawning cat. B. can be a "sweet girl", a puppy dog, and a doctor. Anything is possible for them right now and it is so fun.

N. can dance like no other. Any music comes on and he is out there waving his arms and bouncing up and down. B. will grab his arms and they will halfway waltz around the room. He has also gotten into the habit of trying to scale me like I am a climbing wall and as I pull him up to my shoulder I always tell him that he is a little monkey, to which he responds "OOO OOO OOO" N. is also imitating anything and everything he sees in a book or a movie. We have a story called Tumble Bumble where a tiny bug goes on a walk and has an adventure with new friends. At one point there is a picture of the bug's frind the cat and some others yawning as they walk to bed and N. has started to promptly take out his paci and cover his mouth just like the cat, his eyes sparkling in the way they do when he thinks he is being funny.


B. has developed the ability to make the funniest faces, and she knows it. My favorite is what she calls her sweet girl face. She puts on this little smile that doesn't show any teeth, tilts her head to the side, and then bats her eyelashes a few times, opens her eyes super wide and stares at you with a doll-like expression, and then bats her eyelashes again.

She has also decided that she is a puppy dog. At bed time, she occasionally will turn around 3 times before she lays down. Unfortunately she wants to give my cheek a lick instead of a kiss when I am leaving, and sometimes when I'm sitting in a chair or on the couch I'll feel her grab my hand and think that she is just coming in for a cuddle but then I feel her little tongue licking the back of my hand (uck!).

B. is also very dedicated to playing doctor. I came into daycare this morning and she was sitting next to her little friend who was laying on the ground, rubbing his back and looking sad. I took her into another room to get her dressed for gymnastics, and went back into the original room. He was still laying on the ground in the exact same position. I went over to check on him and B. started to tell me the story of what had happened to him. Then she got down on her hands and knees next to him. Gave him a kiss on the cheek and sadly told him goodbye. As she walked away, he still laid there. I asked them both what was wrong - why wouldn't he get up? Was he really sick. The teacher and I were both checking him as he lay there, asking if anything hurt, if his tummy felt funny, etc. B. said "No, I just told him that he was died and had to stay still so he is" Apparently, she told him that he had been bitten by a shark. She did a complete medical workup and figured out that he had a fever but the medicine didn't work and told him that he had died. She told him that since he was "died" he had to lay still. I came into the class about 5 minutes after this. I told her that she needed to tell him to get up. She yelled "You can go play now, we're done playing that you are died". He jumped up and ran off, perfectly fine.

I really envy the kids their freedom to do anything they want and be anything they want.

on a side note, I told B. that one of them was going shopping with me and the other was going to stay home with Daddy. She looked at me and looked at Jim and asked "Is it pastabowl that both of us can stay with Daddy?" I love that she is trying so hard to use grown up words!