Playtime with B

As I was chilling at my computer the other day (after cleaning, and being completely disgusted at how much dirt came out of our couch), B apparently decided I'd had enough leisure. (She kindly lets me know this by grabbing my pinky and pulling)
We went into her room, where she walked under one of the pet-nets, and starting pointing.
"Hey! Hey! Needit."
Her gesturing is rather imprecise, so the guessing-game commenced.
"Dory?" "No!"
"Puppy?" "No! Uh'er one!"
"Kitty?" "No!"
"Big Dolphin?" "NOOO!"
"Pooh Bear?" "No!"
"Dolly?" "Noooooo...."
The pet net was quickly becoming depleted, and I paused so she could look at all the animals that had been pulled, or fallen, out.
She looked at the pile.
She looked at the pet-net.
She looked at the pile, and smiled.
"Pooh!"
Pooh Bear in hand, she studied the pet-net again, and the animals on the floor. She placed Pooh Bear atop the dolphin.
"Rying! Pooh rying Dawfin!"
And then she toddled off, holding both. My job was done.

Toddlerisms

B's been having a bit of a language explosion. For your amusement, here're selections from her ever-expanding vocabulary:

sleep: "weep"
trash can: "rash han"
cat: "hat"
juice: "dooce"
cheese: "teez"
train: "rain"
diesel: "deezoo" [she only knows this because of her brother's train obsession]
markers: "mars"
funny sound: "fuh-ee sow"
please: "rweeze"
Blue's Clues: "Woos woos"
Care Bears: "Hare Baos"
sneeze: "seez"
pee: "peep"
tummy: "hummy"
Let me see this!: "Ay bee see dees!"
corndog: "horndog"

We Didn't Have Netflix When I Was a Kid

(or a TV, for that matter)
I freely admit to using Netflix as a motivation to teach J reading--we can't find whatever he wants to watch? Oh, no! We'll have to search for it. He's actually coming along quite nicely, but I'm pretty sure the biggest hurdle is the stupidity & unpredictability of the English language itself. Our recent search-log, with parental searches omitted:

kpper
super [just plain 'super' apparently brings up a lot of "boring stuff". Go figure.]
super why
monster trucks
thomas chrain

Besides his awesome tastes in childrens' programming, I am pretty pleased. Trying to explain all the exceptions in English...not so pleasing. I'm really starting to regret not forcing Dave to learn Spanish so we could just speak that all the time. :p

I'm taking away your rights to reasoning.

J & B were fighting over a book (be still, my heart!) off-and-on for quite some time. Finally, I got fed up and put it out-of-reach, and told them they could have it back if they played nicely for a while. B forgot about it instantly (oh, to be 2), but J kept asking for it back. Every time he was firmly rebuffed, but he's nothing if not persistent.
Finally, he seemed to grasp that he was not getting the book back.
"Fine, I'll just play with my toys!" *pout*
"Okay, that's a good idea."
"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"I say A BOOK IS A TOY!"

Sure, kid; we'll get right on that for you.

J was playing with the infant bathtub, while B napped on the couch.
"Yook, Mommy! I'm in Bwidget's baff-tub!"
"I see that. But, you know, that's not really B's bathtub anymore. That's for little babies."
He points to snoring B. "There's a baby right there."
"B is a big baby. We don't have any little babies."
"We don't?"
"No, we don't. But we might someday [before I get phone calls & emails, this is a hypothetical 'someday'!]. Would you like more little babies?"
He furrows his eyebrows and thinks for a bit.
"Yes. I want more boys."

One-Track-Mind

So, in preparation for B moving into her own bed in what-will-be the kids' shared bedroom, I've been letting them both have their bedtime routine in my & Dave's room. Typically, they happily read and sing our bedtime songs, and then start bouncing around after the lights go out. After squirming and giggling, and kicking each other for about 1/2 an hour, they'll calm down and fall asleep.
Last night, however, neither protested when I said it was bedtime. They both got into bed, and snuggled under the blanket. I turned off the lights, and everything was quiet. I was just thinking that perhaps they were going to accept sleep quietly when J yelled out, "Hey! I need a chocolate!"
Exasperated, I when to shush him. He was asleep.
Apparently, he even dreams of candy.

We don't eat our friends.

We were out to eat at a buffet-style place today, and with dessert, Dave brought a handful of gummy bears (because yes, he is still a child sometimes). J happily munched on one, while B looked confused. Dave offered her one, and she got a huge smile. "Dis! Dis!"
"It's a bear."
"Baybaybaybay!"
And she set it up nicely on the table, facing her. Dave offered her another. She squealed, took it, and set it next to the first one. She studied them for a bit, then picked one up in each hand, and started bouncing them on the table.
"Dances. Dances!"
Dave & I tried to stifle our laughter while she looked very proud of herself. Then she carefully brought them together so they touched.
"Kisses! Kisses!"
And then we lost it. Of course, since Mommy and Daddy were giggling, she had to repeat the show several times. Once she got tired of it, Dave pantomimed eating one. She was very indignant. She did, eventually, shove them into my mouth (what a chore, having to eat gummy bears), which was hysterical. She was then confused when she couldn't find them. Oh well.

The moral of the story is, if you don't want your food-loving toddler to eat something, make it look like a toy.