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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

It would be better than a doctor in the family

You know how all the parenting magazines say, "You don't need to buy expensive toys! Simply open a kitchen cabinet and stand back, as your babies make their own inexpensive fun with a couple of measuring cups and spoons." Well, we go a step further in our house... Despite the piles of fabulous Chinese-made toys, so many that we need to have a separate room for toys on bed rest in the basement, our girls prefer dirt.

See?


There's a nice patch of top soil between our new patio (very exciting!) and our new driveway (eh, not as exciting), and Lucy dragged a few lawn animals into the mix. (We inherited a gang of ceramic squirrels from the house's previous owners.) They have parties. Lucy tells them, "Cha-cha! Be nice!"


But Josephine loves it most of all. Maybe she will be a farmer when she grows up! A few weeks ago, we snuck into the lamb barn at the University of Maryland farm. It made Lucy a little bit nervous. Margaret was eh. But Josephine was giggling, and poking, and petting, and squeeeeling!


And then we were thrown out.

What else? The other day, I woke up around 6:30, heard them chattering, went into their room, and Josephine stood up and cried, "Ma! Ma!" And since then, she's said Dada and Lulu and Kitty... NO. Since then, she's said nothing at all! Margaret too has decided that speech is completely unnecessary. She gets everything she wants -- cell phones, cookies, ice cream -- by pointing insistently and yelling, "Eh! Eh!" She is a little bit of a grabber...

The other day, I made an ice cream cone for Lulu. In retrospect, I don't know what I was thinking... She shared it quite nicely with Josephine, but then Margaret stole it from Josephine with a big roar. (She has got this super-intimidating yell that she employs in attack.) Margaret ran off into a corner of the room and turned her back (I'm not here! I'm not here!), and then Josephine took off after her, her two arms waving over her head, shrieking -- a little bit like Richard Simmons with the curly hair and everything.

You know that Shakira song where she goes, "No fighting, no fighting."
That is me.
Just like Shakira.

2 Comments:

Blogger marymurtz said...

The Richard Simmons comment made me laugh so hard people in the office almost discovered I was on Google Reader instead of working.

May 14, 2008 at 9:48 AM  
Blogger Daav said...

Readers, please note: That pile of top soil is slated to soon become a nice planting bed, with sweet smelling, butterfly-friendly flowers and nice rustic stone edging.

May 14, 2008 at 7:34 PM  

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