Monday, January 8, 2007 by Amy
So Riley went back to school today. It was hard for me to get back into the routine, not so hard for Riley. She did pretty well, although she did get weepy when I picked her up, saying that she missed me. Little Miss Avery fell asleep in the car on the way to school and stayed asleep until it was time to pick Riley up. What a nice break, if not a little freaky that she slept for so long. And so early in the morning.
Riley's carseat has become the armchair of wisdom. Whenever we go somewhere, she offers us her little pearls of knowledge. Yesterday, as we were on our way to Barnes and Noble, she said, "Mommy, when I'm grown up, you can sit in Daddy's lap and I'll push you in the stroller. You'll have to hold your feet up and put on your seat belt, otherwise you'll fall out on the street and I'll miss you very much because then I'll never see you again." That is word-for-word. Then Rudi I were talking and Riley says "Excuse me, excuse me, I have a question. Daddy, is your toe feeling better?" That would be a couple weeks ago when Rudi cut his toe. And then she tells the story about how we were at our old house and she was walking in the street with no shoes on and stepped on a piece of glass and got a cut. That was at least eighteen months ago. What a memory. As I was wrestling Avery to sleep last night Riley says "What are you doing to my little sister? Don't hurt my little sister!"
Avery is getting mighty demanding. Whenever I carry her around, she reaches for things and squeals until I get them for her. She has this possessed growl that she uses to indicate an animal of any kind. The sound kind of freaks Rudi out. I got a good look at the teeth that are coming in and they are her stinkin' molars. They are literally the last teeth in the back. How out-of-order is that? First molars are supposed to come in at 13-18 months, which is right on target, but teeth that should have come in a while ago are still missing.
I think that I am going to call an ophthalmologist tomorrow about color vision testing for Riley. When a child who is as cleaver as Riley can't get that a green bean is green, that puts up some red flags (no pun intended). Maybe color isn't her strength. That would be a shame since she loves drawing and painting so much.
So for the past few months I have been limiting Riley's nursing to one singing of the ABCs and that has worked pretty well. Now that she had turned three, I've decided to take it to the next step. The past two times that she has asked/demanded to nurse, I offered to cuddle with her and sing the ABCs. She took me up on the offer both times and cuddled without nursing. Could this be the beginning of the end? We'll see, but I'm not pushing it. I don't want it to be traumatic.
Riley's carseat has become the armchair of wisdom. Whenever we go somewhere, she offers us her little pearls of knowledge. Yesterday, as we were on our way to Barnes and Noble, she said, "Mommy, when I'm grown up, you can sit in Daddy's lap and I'll push you in the stroller. You'll have to hold your feet up and put on your seat belt, otherwise you'll fall out on the street and I'll miss you very much because then I'll never see you again." That is word-for-word. Then Rudi I were talking and Riley says "Excuse me, excuse me, I have a question. Daddy, is your toe feeling better?" That would be a couple weeks ago when Rudi cut his toe. And then she tells the story about how we were at our old house and she was walking in the street with no shoes on and stepped on a piece of glass and got a cut. That was at least eighteen months ago. What a memory. As I was wrestling Avery to sleep last night Riley says "What are you doing to my little sister? Don't hurt my little sister!"
Avery is getting mighty demanding. Whenever I carry her around, she reaches for things and squeals until I get them for her. She has this possessed growl that she uses to indicate an animal of any kind. The sound kind of freaks Rudi out. I got a good look at the teeth that are coming in and they are her stinkin' molars. They are literally the last teeth in the back. How out-of-order is that? First molars are supposed to come in at 13-18 months, which is right on target, but teeth that should have come in a while ago are still missing.
I think that I am going to call an ophthalmologist tomorrow about color vision testing for Riley. When a child who is as cleaver as Riley can't get that a green bean is green, that puts up some red flags (no pun intended). Maybe color isn't her strength. That would be a shame since she loves drawing and painting so much.
So for the past few months I have been limiting Riley's nursing to one singing of the ABCs and that has worked pretty well. Now that she had turned three, I've decided to take it to the next step. The past two times that she has asked/demanded to nurse, I offered to cuddle with her and sing the ABCs. She took me up on the offer both times and cuddled without nursing. Could this be the beginning of the end? We'll see, but I'm not pushing it. I don't want it to be traumatic.
