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Delilah-isms, age 28 months

To Chris:
"Daddy, those helicopters are way high. You can't even reach them." (Apparently in her world, things that are just high are things Daddy can reach.)

Cowboy boots = cow boots

She asked my pregnant friend how there was a baby in her belly button... close enough?

She loves smoothies (yogurt w/fruit) and necklaces. She enjoys taking care of her baby dolls, changing their diapers and feeding them. Sometimes they get bottles, sometimes they get her paci, and sometimes she nurses two of them at once. Sometimes she lifts up her shirt and tells the baby she "needs to get her boob out" first.

My Little Ponies are a big thing for her right now (especially her Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie undies). So are dresses. If you ask her what she wants to wear, she will say "a dress!" and probably request her cow boots to go with it. Hair accessories are also important. She still loves dinosaurs, kitties, puppies, and being fierce. She's not so into owls as she was a few months ago.

She can count to 10 without help, and has occasionally decided that "I Lilah today."

Pooping on Cows, and Other Silliness

James lost tooth #2 at his cousin Drew's 4th birthday party on Saturday. There was a bouncy castle with a slide inside, and he somehow bit it (haha) on the way down and knocked out his tooth. He came running up to Chris and said "Daddy!! I went down the slide, and hit my face, and here's my tooth!" For the record, the tooth was already loose and nearly ready to fall out, so he wasn't actually hurt by the ordeal.

The tooth is in the baggie. I made him get out of the piñata line to get his picture. I'm so mean.


The bouncy castle was a big deal for Delilah, too. She had lots of fun, as long as nobody bigger than her was in there at the same time.

 

Now, I bet you want to know about the pooping on cows. I mean, surely, I would never have included it if I didn't mean for you to find out about it, right?

On the way home today, Delilah informed us that she needed to poop. This is a big deal, as she is potty trained now and we weren't quite home yet. So I asked if she needed to go right now, and she said "No, I need to poop on a cow."

This inspired an entire discussion about the uh...technical details of pooping on cows. We asked what she thought would happen if she pooped on a cow. She reiterated the stinky part, and said it would stick to the cow. James chimed in, wiser older brother that he is, and pointed out that it would depend on what *kind* of poop was going on the cow. At this point I was laughing pretty hard. Then Delilah said "Moo" and I laughed so hard I cried. It was one of those moments you never expect, and then BAM, you look like an insane person riding in a car while your children discuss the finer points of livestock defilement. 

Moo.

First Day of School!

James started kindergarten yesterday. So far he absolutely loves it. He's made two friends in his class (and by friends, he means that he knows their names). Here's a picture of him (you only get the one, because the computer with our other pictures isn't working at the moment) waiting for the bell to ring, which was another whole new experience!

I know he looks terrified, but he was just feeling squinty. Also, I think his shirt was hungry.

Delilah Goes to Space

The other night, Delilah was climbing in and out of her high chair playing that it was her space ship. Her destination? A hat shop. The hats were lovely and after she purchased each one, she showed it off and then ate it. Repeat. This went on close to an hour, and it was delightful.

Happy Birthday, Delilah!

Delilah turned 2 today. TWO. Although, if you ask her, she'll tell you she's three. I think that 3 may be her favorite number. She can count to 3, even, and knows how many things add up to 3. Smarty pants.

The stats:
Still tall and skinny!
Height: 34.75" (72ish percentile)
Weight: 22 pounds, 11 oz (20th percentile!)

Growing Up!

We moved both kids to big/bigger kid beds last night. Delilah still woke up twice, but no worse than normal! She *loves* that she can get in and out of her bed by herself. James still slept like a rockstar, as he always does. He loves his big bed! We got his bedding and bed from Ikea (bed frame, duvet cover, sheets). Delilah has her old mattress and moved into the toddler bed that Papa made for James when he turned two.

           

James' bed is sort of temporary. I will (this summer) be making him this bed (from Ana White's website) so that he and Delilah will have more room in their shared room. He will be keeping his mattress since it's brand new. I figure he's going to be using it til he moves out, so it was worth the investment. He said it's a little too "hard" but it should soften a bit with use, and if it's still too firm we can always get a topper. Although the way he's been jumping on it, it might get softer really fast...