Simple Pleasures, #23
I want to preface this post with a redefining of our relationship, Internet, as it pertains to these “Simple Pleasures” blogs. I said I’d do this once a week. I’m clearly incapable of that simple task. It’s not you, it’s me. Seriously. But I still like you, and if you’ll still have me, well, it’s gonna be on my time. Okay? I promise only one thing: I’ll blog whenever the heck I feel like it and without any regularity whatsoever. Whew. Much better… In fact, I feel so liberated without all those pesky relationship boundaries! Hug?
Okay, back to your regularly scheduled (or, irregularly scheduled as it were), blog…
I try really really really hard not to write every single blog about my kid. But you know what? She’s hilarious. And I am that parent. Today I want to tell you about how much I enjoy it when she comes home with new phrases. Seriously, it cracks me up. Colby and I look at each other bewildered, amused, and wonder who she keeps hearing these things from. There are a number of sources. Grandparents, other kids, teachers… so who knows. All I know for sure is that she now gets excited about something and says, “Oh boy! Oh boy!” or “Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” And let me tell you that this may not sound like anything much to you. But when you don’t generally run around yourself saying “Oh boy!” about anything, much less a sliced pickle, it can really be pretty entertaining to watch a not-yet-two-year-old running around declaring such. Said kid is probably also only deigning to don socks at that moment. MAYBE a diaper. Maybe just a hat…
Some of her new phrases can get be tedious. I mean, there’s the “I don’t want it!!!!!” and the obligatory “MINE!” that I have certainly never ever ever taught her to say. Sigh. It’s part of having a toddler, I suppose. But for the most part, it’s comedy. I was changing her diaper a few weeks ago, when she lifted up her arms and said, “STREEEEEETCH! Stretch, mama!” Um, well, okay, stretch! I’m glad they’re teaching you some sort of exercise or yoga at school. Another favorite game comes from school. It’s called “I roll it”. I know for a fact that each kiddo has a “mat” that they have to roll up after their nap time when they’re done sleeping on it. So now, anything can be rolled. The bath mat, the place mats, the tortilla, the napkin… “I roll it! I roll it! I roll it, mama!” Yes, baby, good, you roll it. Woe be to the intervener of such games. ”Colette, it’s time to get in the bath, we can roll the mat later”. Woe, I say. Do. Not. Interfere.
In any case, it’s just eye-rollingly adorable when she’s excited about something that would otherwise seem so mundane. And giggle-inducing when she starts in with the expressions that are new to the vocabulary. ”Oooooh, mama, that’s coooool!” From a toddler. Because they know what cool is. Mittens, apparently, and baby animal stickers as well. Now you know. ”Oh Boy!!!”
