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February 17, 2006 A Random Collection of Adorableisms 
To celebrate Friday: Frances and I were sitting on the couch, watching the news; she was clambering all over me and I was eating some chocolates and trying very hard not to let her see. Evidently, I failed: "Mummy," she asked archly, "Are you eating some cookies?" "Yes, I am." "Are you eating some tloklats?" "Yes. Yes I am." "I want a little bit of tloklat." I cannot say no to those big blue eyes. ~~~~~ She likes to stick her hand down my shirt. Her little hands are cold, but otherwise, I am amused by the toddlerhandling. ~~~~~ The mole still comforts her. When she is sick or hurt, she will curl up on my lap and cry or whimper in distress with one hand roaming frantically up and down my arm. Until she finds it, grabs on, and quiets down. Her language skills are much better now than when I first wrote of this, but I still can't understand why. If I am wearing a sweatshirt and she get at the mole, she will look at me, her blue eyes extra-wide and pleading, and say, "Where is the mole, Mummy?" "It's hiding." "It's hiding?" "That's right." "I want the mole!" "Sorry, kiddo. Not right now." I am torn between the sobbing and whimpering girl on my lap, and the thought of exposing my flesh to the frigid winter temperatures in our house--not to mention the picking, pulling and bleeding that will shortly ensue. Sometimes, I give in. Sometimes, I don't. ~~~~~ We have a new game. It doesn't matter which of us starts, but one of us must say, "Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, NO swiping! SWIPER, NO SWIPING!" The the other one says, "Oh, man!" Those of you not exposed to the toddler crack that is Dora the Explorer won't understand that exchange. I sincerely hope the rest of you have similar stories to tell, otherwise I'll go nominate myself for the World's Worst Mother Award. And ok, our resolution to wean her off TV a bit is not going as well as I'd hoped. There's always an excuse, usually involvng germs, for our lackadaisical parenting: We're either getting sick, sick, or recovering from sick, from November through April, and while Frances is pretty easy to play with the constant "I want to watch a bit of TVs!" grate on the nerves after a while. So we cave. But can you imagine her little voice saying, "Oh, man!" (And go ahead: request it from Radio Free Frances. You know you want to.) It's even cuter than that. Posted by Andrea at February 17, 2006 10:02 AM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Don't worry - I can even combine two of your above categories into one Media Saturated Toddler story. Char is 2.5. Big Dora Fan. Also likes to twiddle to self-comfort, but she strokes hair -- mine if possible, her own otherwise. She got two Dora dolls for Christmas. One of them always has to be in the crib when she goes to sleep now. Last week, I crept in to check on her and realized that she now likes to stroke *Dora's* hair to comfort herself. I've been supplanted by a plastic doll... And *her* Dora-ism is that she does the "We did it!" dance (complete with the twist) when we celebrate *her* doing anything important. Posted by: sara at February 17, 2006 10:40 AM
Curious Girl doesn't watch all that much TV and we still have playtime like this: in fact, she is fond of simply starting conversations like "Barney! You know what?" and then I am supposed to pretend to be Barney (which involves talking in a deep voice). If I don't play along she says "Mama! Barney not talking to me!" and gets rather upset. IT's cute in a tedious sort of way. Posted by: Susan at February 17, 2006 2:40 PM
N. is also a big fan of Dora. He always starts it off by saying "Uh uh, swiper's going to take our ____ " and then gets very upset if we don't do the "Swiper no swiping" bit. But he combines the endings into "Aw man, heh heh heh." Our strategy on the limiting TV front is to have a "no TV in the morning" rule. The boys get the concept, and almost never ask for it until the afternoon. And N usually naps after lunch, so it's generally 3 or 4 before he starts thinking TV. Posted by: Elizabeth at February 17, 2006 4:55 PM
I am very relieved! Posted by: Andrea at February 17, 2006 9:31 PM
HEY! We played that game at our house! Oh MAYN! Posted by: liz at February 17, 2006 10:25 PM
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