Things my 2.25 year old currently enjoys:
- Standing in the breezeway and knocking on the door to come inside. I yell “Who is it?” repeatedly. He keeps knocking. This can last 10 minutes.
- “Hiding.” To him, this means putting a blanket on his head and yelling, “Mama!” I am required to respond, “Oh no! Where did Pickle go?” for 6 minutes before he takes the blanket off of his head and I act surprised. Repeat this fourteen times.
- Offering to share food by tilting his little head to the side, raising his voice an octave and saying something like, “Mama want big bite?” It is really cute, but I think I’m on to him. He usually offers things like broccoli, and never offers things like cheese or cookies.
- Taking off his pants.
- Pretending I am murdering him when I tell him that unfortunately, he must wear pants outside of the house.
- Being “right back.” I’m not sure why he goes, or where, but he indeed comes right back.
- The “Maybe Song”. He has inherited his father’s pop music gene, and actually requests Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe.” Kill me now.
- Yelling at the cat.
- Pushing his sister around… literally.
Things my 0.5 year old currently enjoys:
- Food. Any. But only if it is eaten with a spoon, or sucked out of one of those mesh things. She grumbles her enjoyment. Bottles? Meh.
- Bouncing in her Jumperoo (which is strange, because while she is completely capable of bearing weight on her legs, she believes it is not important to do so at any other time).
- Exploring all her mysterious diaper-covered parts when said diaper is removed. Kiddos took their first double tubby the other night, and lo and behold, the supposed-to-be-sweet video I have of them splishing and splashing also involves a heavy dose of self-exploration (and my laughter).
- Attempting to understand the strange and occasionally dangerous creature that is her brother.
- Yelling – not crying, but yelling – like an angry, toothless, little old lady the few minutes before bedtime.
- Her duck. A flat little two-sided crunchy toy. It is all fabric, no stuffing, no bells and whistles and is about 4 inches in diameter. It is her very best friend in the world. And it always smells like spit.
Things my 34.5 year old husband currently enjoys:
- Waging an all-out war with crabgrass. This includes borrowing, and breaking the neighbor’s rototiller. Oops.
- Cake. I suspect that even if I do another one of these lists next year, cake will still be on the list.
- Pop music.
- Leaving glassware on every flat surface in our house. (Just put the damn thing in the sink!)
- Playing with the kids.
- Asking me when we should have a third. (AHHH!)
- Dinner, the rare and elusive dinner!!! He enjoys this because I never make this. But I did make him a cake, so I should get a pass for at least a few weeks, right?
- Buying cars, sight unseen, via the interweb. Word to the wise: if you are going to do this, don’t forget to ask about weird smells.
- Wearing things that used to be called shoes, but now have to be called something else, something like “footwear that used to resemble a shoe but now causes you to walk around with half of your foot actually touching the ground”.