Thursday, July 23, 2009
She is using representative play, and often creates an imaginary world full of the most delicious foods and farm animals. She often approaches her parents with cupped hands asking, "Do you want some choc-o-late?" Which must be eaten immediately in order to avoid tantrum breakdown. There are often invisible cows and billy-goats in her room. In order to request their leave, you have to ask nicely, in "cow" or "billy-goat" by saying moo-moo-moo (etc.) or baa-baa-baa. She also has created a very nice community of imaginary friends: Duke, Boop, and Eewee. They live in her belly and fit in the palm of her hand. Duke loves to swing on her swingset in the back yard, Eewee likes to hang out in the 'clubhouse' of the swingset and go down the slide, and Boop likes it when Mommy holds her. She will gladly introduce you to them by lifting up her shirt, taking them 'out' of her belly, and handing them to you. She has several baby dolls, named: Tuna, Angelina, Mini, and Burrito. Whenever the dog needs a walk, inevitably one of the baby dolls must come along in her toy baby stroller. All is well when leaving the house, but upon return to the house, whichever adult is supervising the walk usually ends up carrying the dog's leash, the plastic bag of poop, Phoebe, the baby doll, and said stroller.
Potty-training is a major deal for Phoebe because the docs told us in the NICU that there was no way to predict whether she would have enough control over the muscles in her bottom to control the liquid stool that her body produces. So far, expectations have been exceeded. She's going pee pee and poo poo on the potty during the day like a champ. No accidents in 5 days.
Hugs and Kisses! Thanks for checking in!
Monday, November 10, 2008
And her Daddy is so in love with her. Whether she's wearing pants or not.
We went to a party, and Spiderman was there.
We went trick-or-treating. The wagon was a big hit. Phoebe didn't care about going up to the houses as much as getting in and out of the wagon.
And then the party got a little silly. And Dad became the pony-in-residence. Spiderman and the Peacock's Mom stood by to safety-spot, and photographers went wild.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Mom's-eye view of when, "Mama, hug!" is delayed by Mom's insatiable desire for more pictures.
Someone has figured out "running". Wheee!
But, really now, who needs to run when you can ride Paw-paw's tractor? Let's hope she doesn't figure out how to get it started.
Questionable parenting you say? Naaw...what you can't see is the eighteen thousand adults standing-by, at the ready.
I'm the king of the world! er...princess?