Musings about my youngest
Julie. Sweet Julie. What a little gem.
Her favorite show is "Dora the Explorer." For those of you not in the loop about current children's shows, Dora teaches children simple words and phrases in Spanish. Julie adores Dora and often sings the little songs that are from the show. One day at the grocery store, I asked her and Audrey if they were going to help me push the basket from their perches in the multi-child grocery cart. Audrey started singing the "embujen" song from Dora. It's the "pushing" song. Julie chimed in with both voice and arm motions.
Imagine my delight when, as she was pushing a kitchen chair over to the stove to watch me cook, she started saying "embujen." I didn't tell her it was the wrong verb tense, but I was pleased nonetheless. I guess she is going to be our multilingual child. I'm already looking out for the BBC's "Muzzy" Spanish DVD set for children for her.
You won't believe what just happened. As I was finishing up that last paragraph, Audrey comes into the office, wailing and crying huge tears with Caleb hot on her heels ready with an explanation. Being the good mom that I am, I immediately put my laptop back on the desk and knocked over my cup of coffee. It flowed under the fax machine and I had to sop up the mess before I could deal with the kids. But I finally got it dammed up and learned that Caleb rocked into Audrey's head while he was in the rocking chair. She's certain it was intentional.
Then Julie got hold of a magic marker and colored her left hand blue. It took 3 baby wipes to get her non-blue, but her hand still has some reddish marks on it. I know they'll wear off. Now she's wandering around with the 4th baby wipe, which is only slightly tinged blue, and the baby Jesus from the kids' nativity set. He was lost for a few days earlier this week - I found him on my closet floor wrapped up in a dried-up baby wipe. She likes to get wipes and use them as baby blankets for her various little figurines.
1 comment:
I hope Auddie's head and your fax machine are ok.
Isn't it fun how each child blossoms with his or her own talents? Yea, Julie.
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