Yesterday I tried teaching Noah "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy went 'Wee, wee wee!' all the way home!" He giggled and after 10 times playing the game with his toes, I asked him to try on my toes. He responded with Donald-Trump-Like-Viperesque-hand, "You're a pig, you're a pig, Go HOME!"
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Ketchup Communication
We had dinner with the Carlsons tonight. Noah had a plateful of tater-tots and a special request.
Noah: I need a dibbet, Mommy!
Jeana: A dibbet? Do you need a fork?
Noah: No! No fork! I need a dibbet. Please!
Geary: What are you talking about? Are you thirsty?
Noah: No! I need a dibbet!
Then he shook his fist over his plate a few times until we realized he was miming dipping his tots in ketchup. One blob of the red stuff and he was satisfied.
Noah: I need a dibbet, Mommy!
Jeana: A dibbet? Do you need a fork?
Noah: No! No fork! I need a dibbet. Please!
Geary: What are you talking about? Are you thirsty?
Noah: No! I need a dibbet!
Then he shook his fist over his plate a few times until we realized he was miming dipping his tots in ketchup. One blob of the red stuff and he was satisfied.