Wow, there's a whole lot of learning going on in this house. We've got these Leap Books, with a Leap Pen that the kids can use to point to words and pictures, and letters, etc.
One of the books has a section on the body, and Dani and Tori love to point to the bones on the skeleton. And I went on youtube to let them hear the "Dem bones" song, and now it's the theme song of the week.
Tonight at dinner, Tori told me that when she grows up she wants to be a skeleton.
She is also known for saying, "I have a PELVIS!" "I have two patellas!"
Both Dani and Tori are happy to point out where their scapulas are, and are well-versed in metatarsals and metacarpals (and that's more than I know!)
Tonight, while skyping with my parents, Tori told them that she had phalanges. When grandma and grandpa asked what those were (and I had no flipping clue) she wiggled her fingers to the camera and said "here". The kid is not quite 3, won't poop on the potty, but knows the skeletal system better than I do. It's adorable, but in a way where you start to wonder if you are turning your kids into little nerdies who will be teased mercilessly in kindergarten maybe not letting them watch enough Spongebob.
Tommy is turning out to be the best mimic ever. He repeats everything anyone says. He is really musical--can baby mumble sing the words to songs in perfect pitch. It's really pretty awesome. We've got to bank on some kind of artistic or athletic talent with that one--he's eaten more board books than he's read.
Dani asked me tonight if she could stay up all night, because last night she had bad dreams. She came into my room at 1:30am literally shaking. I had to turn on lights and she flipped when I left her in the well-lit bathroom to get a fresh underjam for her (ain't noone peeing in mommy's bed). And then we had a mommy half asleep discussion about whether dinosaurs could hurt us, and I literally was teary and begging promised her there were no dinosaurs in mommy's bed and she went to sleep. I told her that she was going to sleep on Daddy's pillow and that always means good dreams. She was so resistent to sleep tonight--but in the eldest child, compliant way. She went upstairs, we brushed and washed, and she pleaded to stay up, knowing full well she would get into bed when I told her to. Then she begged for Daddy's pillow because it was the good dreams pillow (but Big Man was sleeping as he works tonight!). Hmmmm, what to do. I went into my dressing room and got out an old bracelet, a costumey one with stones. After I turned off the light, I put it on her wrist and told her it was Mommy's good dreams bracelet, and that it would help her to have good dreams tonight...she was in awe. I whispered, "Don't tell Tori because I only have one. But if you think happy thoughts tonight and know you have my bracelet, you will be fine." It seemed to work, but I'm guessing I will have company in the wee hours.
Tori's making progress on the potty. She's in pullups, but will always pee on the potty. She always asks for a magazine when we ask her to try to poop. She will just sit there, flipping through the pages.
It's the most wonderful chaos.
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