I came across a Kids Music station on satellite radio a couple days ago and keep going back because it's pretty interesting. This morning in the 15 minute drive to daycare, Avery and I listened to songs like "Chicken Joe" by a band called Trout Fishing in America. There was a They Might Be Giants song and a clip of Dennis Leary stand-up about how kids shouldn't feed Oreos to the dog. There was a song called "Dewey Decimal System" and one called "Chicken Wing Marinade" by The Bad Goods that included an entire recipe and cooking directions. We also heard a song by Uncle Jim called "I've Got A Butt." However, my favorite song this morning was by The Sesame Street Beatles called "Letter B." You can listen and watch here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmVd9F1fW00
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Pee.
1) Sunday Casey and I bought a tiny little potty to start potty training Avery. This particular toilet has a sensor that detects waste in the little bucket and a voice congratulates this with "YOU DID IT!" It's a high-end model. I opened it up at home and showed her all the parts (the lid, the fake flush handle, the toilet paper roll holder) and she was pretty excited about it. I even took her shorts and diaper off and sat her on it so that she will start to know that a bare butt is what needs to happen at this place. She got off the potty, on the potty, off, on.. she does this all the time with little stools and chairs so this wasn't anything new. Plus the back of the miniature toilet has a big smiling face so it's very welcoming. She was only diaperless for a minute before she squatted down next to the potty and peed all over the bathroom rug. Close, baby... so close.
2) Last night I gave Avery a great bath. After baths I let her run around the house completely naked to air dry. (You can see where this is going. If you can't, I might remind you of the post title.) She usually has a lot of energy at this point and is always excited to be naked, running from room to room, never spending more than 5 seconds in any one room. I follow her into our bathroom (not her bathroom, where her potty is) and she pees all over herself and the floor. It just keeps coming. She just keeps going. She stepped in her pee puddle, pee still streaming down both of her legs and slips and falls on her back. She isn't hurt but pretty confused about what just happened, so she turns over on her belly to try and stand up. Now she's soaked in her own urine. In trying to stand up she slipped again and fell on her belly, looking at the floor as if to ask it why it wasn't getting away from her already. So I immediately turn the water on in our bath tub since she is going to need another bath. In the three seconds it takes to do this Avery has managed to stand up, safely escape the pee slick, get to our toilet and lift the lid. I turn around and she has her hand in the toilet water swirling it around in circles. Now she has pee on her back, belly, all four limbs, and is playing in toilet water. Half a minute ago she was the cleanest one in the house. Now she is a dripping, disgusting mess.
So she had a second bath. All clean. Full belly. Bedtime story. Slept like a baby.
2) Last night I gave Avery a great bath. After baths I let her run around the house completely naked to air dry. (You can see where this is going. If you can't, I might remind you of the post title.) She usually has a lot of energy at this point and is always excited to be naked, running from room to room, never spending more than 5 seconds in any one room. I follow her into our bathroom (not her bathroom, where her potty is) and she pees all over herself and the floor. It just keeps coming. She just keeps going. She stepped in her pee puddle, pee still streaming down both of her legs and slips and falls on her back. She isn't hurt but pretty confused about what just happened, so she turns over on her belly to try and stand up. Now she's soaked in her own urine. In trying to stand up she slipped again and fell on her belly, looking at the floor as if to ask it why it wasn't getting away from her already. So I immediately turn the water on in our bath tub since she is going to need another bath. In the three seconds it takes to do this Avery has managed to stand up, safely escape the pee slick, get to our toilet and lift the lid. I turn around and she has her hand in the toilet water swirling it around in circles. Now she has pee on her back, belly, all four limbs, and is playing in toilet water. Half a minute ago she was the cleanest one in the house. Now she is a dripping, disgusting mess.
So she had a second bath. All clean. Full belly. Bedtime story. Slept like a baby.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The News
Avery's in a new daycare this week. It's closer to home, it's smaller, and it's cheaper. She's into separation anxiety now and it's sometimes hard to leave her at daycare.
She pretty much eats anything that we eat nowadays... minus beef, pork, anything with added salt... and she's getting really good at using a fork. Spoon- not as well- takes a lot more coordination and balance to successfully transport food on a spoon.
In addition to the left-to-right head swaying that she does to music (and when she disagrees with something) she has also learned the up&down to communicate "yes" or "mmm...mmm" when she eats something delicious.
Her new favorite toy is her fridge farm where she can match (or mismatch) pieces of animals and stick them to the fridge. The fridge farm then sings to her, she claps, bends her knees a few times, and dances.
She pretty much eats anything that we eat nowadays... minus beef, pork, anything with added salt... and she's getting really good at using a fork. Spoon- not as well- takes a lot more coordination and balance to successfully transport food on a spoon.
In addition to the left-to-right head swaying that she does to music (and when she disagrees with something) she has also learned the up&down to communicate "yes" or "mmm...mmm" when she eats something delicious.
Her new favorite toy is her fridge farm where she can match (or mismatch) pieces of animals and stick them to the fridge. The fridge farm then sings to her, she claps, bends her knees a few times, and dances.
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