Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Glean from this what you will

We made a Pandora station for Rosie based on her Ariel song, and every now and then, pretty infrequently, there is a brief commercial.  Now Rosie runs around randomly saying, "Where there's Pepsi, there's music!"

Monday, February 27, 2012

Brings a tear

I heard Rosie singing to the tune of "Are You Sleeping?":
Mommy Sarah, Mommy Sarah, she loves me!

And then she said, "Mommy, are you my best friend?"

Monday, February 20, 2012

Good big sister, part 3

In almost three years of being a mother, I have learned a few things.  One thing I've learned is that sometimes you just *know.*  That's how I was able to record on video the incidents preceding the following conversation:

Me: Rosie, you did several naughty things just now.  Number one, you woke up your brother.
Rosie: We were having fun in there!
Me: Yes, but he was sleeping, and you woke him up.  You're not supposed to do that.  Number two, you were in his crib.  Are you a baby?
Rosie: Yes!
Me: No,  you are not a baby.
Rosie: No, I'm a girl!
Me: That's right, you're a big girl.  Cribs are not for big girls.
Rosie: They're for babies!
Me: That's right, and that's why you aren't supposed to climb in there with Baby Zack.  Number three, you took your brother's clothes off.  You are not supposed to take his clothes off.  That's Mommy's job.  Your job is to do what Mommy tells you, and right now, Mommy is telling you to get back in your bed and take a nap!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Good big sister, part 2

Sometimes her brother bothers her.  One day when this was the case, she sang, "Rain, rain, Zack go away!"

Monday, February 13, 2012


It's a little chilly today, but Rosie exchanged her warm clothes for shorts and a tank top.  She was lounging around the house like that, and I said, "Rosie, aren't you cold?"

Her response: "No, I'm just breezy."

Friday, February 10, 2012

Why she won't eat pickles

My Rosiegirl is a very picky eater, and it's very difficult to get her to try new foods.  If you ask her if she likes something that she just tried for the first time, she'll probably tell you she does, but she doesn't mean it.  She only really means that she likes something when she tells you without any prompting.  She also really likes to lick her food rather than bite it. 

For lunch today, I thought we'd try pickles.  Actually, Zack pulled the jar out of the refrigerator, and I said, "Hey, why not?"  So I put a couple of bread and butter slices in a condiment cup next to Rosie's plate, and I suggested she might like to try one.  She tentatively picked one up and said, "I don't like pickles."  I told her maybe she could just smell it.  So she did.  She deemed it worthy to lick, so she commenced with the licking.  In between licks, she said, "It's goody-good-good!"  That means she actually likes it.

And then she stopped.  She examined the pickle slice.  "Mom, it's got little nuts in it."  (nuts = seeds)  I told her that it was okay and that since these "nuts" are so tiny it's okay to eat them and they won't hurt her.  Nope.  "Mom, I can't eat the nuts.  Can you take them out?"  Um, well, no.  Then there won't be much pickle left.

So she put the pickle back in the cup and said, "I don't like pickles."

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Her idea of sharing

She definitely said to her brother this morning, "Zacky, can I help you eat your pretzels?"

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

As long as you're having fun...

This afternoon, Rosie dumped an entire 2 oz. (picture two shotglasses full) bottle of glitter onto the floor and in the laundry basket (which, might I add, was full of clean clothes).  When I asked her why she would do that, she rubbed her hands in the pile of glitter on the carpet and said, "I'm having fun in here!"

So if anyone has any brilliant ideas on how to remove glitter from two toddlers, I would be much obliged.