Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Why am I Awake Again?

Violet woke up at 6:04 this morning with a wail. I’m not quite sure what the problem was. She must have dreamed that there was a world shortage of Cheerios. Or that Santa stopped by for an early visit, and Turbo ate him.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Feeling Fruity

So I’ve already been slacking on this lovely little thing. I could have written something earlier, but I chose to dust my house for the first time in months instead. My daughter is still sleeping. I’m going to go wake her momentarily, because Grandma sent us some delicious pears and apples that I want her to try. Mmmmmm. I guess I complained one too many times about how produce sucks in South Dakota…


Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Baby Houdini

I’m playing the part of the investigative journalist this morning, trying to figure out how my daughter managed to climb into her crib twice yesterday. I’m going to follow her downstairs, wait on the fringes of her room, and try to catch her in the act. Apparently, she used her Elmo rocker for some leverage the first time, because I found it next to the crib. She had no such assistance the second time, though, because I moved Elmo into my bedroom (dear God, he’s infiltrated every room of the house). I still can’t fathom how she hoisted her little leg up over the tall rails. It is only a matter of time before she decides to climb out. Guess I’d best be looking for a toddler bed…

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Already Smarter than Mommy

I am constantly discovering that my daughter knows things that I am not aware of. For example, she opened presents on Christmas and her first birthday last year. She also has a picture of a wrapped gift in one of her board books. But I didn’t think she actually remembered what a present was. My mother-in-law sent some wrapped Christmas gifts the other day. I began to take them out of the box, and Violet ran over to me screaming “Presents! Presents!” She was so excited that I had to put “Elmo’s World” on to safely sneak them out of sight. Now I know not to put any presents out until Christmas Eve!

Friday, December 7, 2007

Up, Up and Away

My two-year old daughter is obsessed with Superman, and I don’t know where it came from. We watched part of Superman Returns when my Mom visited in early October. Soon after, Violet started to say a word that sounded like “shopping,” but wasn’t. Eventually, she was able to more clearly articulate her preference: “Soup-man.” Now she actually pronounces the full name very well: she even started climbing on an end table to retrieve the Superman Returns DVD from the shelf. She brings it to me, and says, “Watch. Superman. Okay.” It’s one of the few live-action films she pays attention to. As an added bonus, when we’re watching TV and she hears the “Scrubs” theme song, she sings the word “Superman” at the end. It’s absolutely adorable.

As I watch the many incarnations of Superman with my daughter, I reflect on how when I was young, we used to watch marathons of the old “Superman” series on Thanksgiving. My father always seemed so saddened by the death of George Reeves. Dad would have wanted to see Hollywoodland, I’m sure. He also would have loved to see how his granddaughter has grown so fond of Superman so quickly, and seemingly on her own. Unfortunately, my father has also gone up, up, and away. And we have no hope of his return. So my hope is that you can see her from way up there, Dad. She seems to take after you already.