Shaelyn loves going through my wallet and pulling everything out. Usually she just leaves it in a big messy pile that slowly spreads its way around downstairs. But today she took a single receipt, placed it on the saddle of her jumping zebra, and bounced it up and down for a fun ride. Random? Yes. Hilarious? Of course.
Shaelyn has designated certain colors as
"Mommy colors" and
"Daddy colors". I'm not sure where these distinctions came from, but they are more gender appropriate than not (ie:
brown is always a "Daddy color" and
pink is always a "Mommy color"), so I'm thinking she takes cues from whatever clothes we usually wear. Anyway, she has a Noah book she reads during
sacrament meeting at church that has pages dedicated to rainbow colors. Only Mommy is allowed to "read" the
purple page, but Daddy is allowed to read the rest. So Shaelyn will climb up on my lap to "read" the purple page, climb down,
crawl across the pew, and climb onto Daddy's lap for the rest of the story. This goes on two or three times until Mommy and Daddy are sick of reading about Noah's rainbow and having Shaelyn turn sacrament meeting into a
circus once again.
Shaelyn loves pretend calling on the phone. She has two "play phones" in her room - she always gives one of us the
heavy white phone that used to be mine when I was
15 and she talks into the old cordless phone that finally died. She starts each conversation with
"hewoh", followed by an enthusiastic
"hey!" before the other person is allowed to say anything. I never realized that this is how I answer the phone almost every time I answer it. Even though I have caller-ID, I always answer the phone with a generic "hello" before confirming it is really someone I know and then adding an enthusiastic "hey!". The things I learn about
myself from this girl.
Poor Shaelyn has had this emphysema-like cough for over a month now. I called her doctor about it and he said it was normal for a croup cough to last up to
6 weeks, but agreed to have her come in to make sure everything was ok and go ahead and get her flu shot. Shaelyn was fine until he walked in. Then the
hysterical crying, reserved only for
him, started. She cries so hard she
squeals like a pig. She screamed and cried through the whole visit, until I scooped her up off the exam table and told her to tell the doctor bye-bye. The tears stopped
immediately, the squealing ended, she looked him
straight in the eye, and very clearly said
"bye-bye"!
Shaelyn still
hates going to sleep (and
staying asleep for that matter), but at least looks forward to her "going to sleep routine". She knows she gets to
read stories in the green chair while listening to her
primary songs and holding Supah. The other night she got her
"rainbow book", gathered Supah and her pillow, climbed up in the chair,
turned on her CD by herself, and started reading. If only she would do the rest of the "going to bed work" by herself, too!
Got all my bedtime gear ready to go...
Do I look sleepy? (If I do, I'm just fooling you...)
Shaelyn loves
mimicking everything I do, and as she's getting more observant, the mimicking is getting more and more
detailed. I was putting on my makeup in the bathroom (which I
never do. I'm that driver that puts on my makeup in the car and scares the crap out of you.), and Shaelyn pulled out my blush brush and immediately started to pretend to put blush on her cheeks. She watched me in the mirror put on eye shadow and started rubbing the blush brush over her eyes. Then she was even more
intrigued by the mascara. She watched me dip my mascara wand into the tube, and before I even knew she had done it, she dipped the blush brush into the mascara tube in my hand and rubbed it over her eye, getting
black mascara all in her
white-blonde eyebrow. Not even two and already trying to draw on eyebrows? Doesn't she watch
The Amazing Race enough with us to know that drawn on eyebrows are
scary?Shaelyn's favorite book, and has been for some time, is Dr. Seuss' ABC's - my favorite as a child as well. Tonight while reading before bedtime, she got a little inspired on the "L" page - "Big L, little l. Little Lola Lopp. Left leg, lazy lion licks a lollipop." After reading this, she turned to me and proceeded to lick my face, laughing hysterically. Mommy's face, a lollipop; truly, what's the difference?!?
Shaelyn's favorite DVD to watch right now is Signing Time: My Favorite Things. This one teaches signs about fruits and veggies, among other things. While we celebrated our last day of Halloween decorations in the yard, Shaelyn ran around ripping up grass and sprinkling it over the pumpkins, the black kitty, and throwing blades up into the trees to get to the ghosts. I thought she was just having fun throwing make-shift confetti around until she ran up to me and sprinkled it all over me, then said and signed "beans". Oh, she thought she was throwing green beans around? For some reason that makes the story that much funnier to me.
Two videos for your enjoyment:
Shaelyn mimicking Daddy (and introducing one of her new favorite activities - throwing her arms up and yelling "yay!"):
Michael brought home powdered doughnuts from work as a treat. Shaelyn has had Krispy Kremes before, but never powdered. After her first bite, she started spitting it out. I could tell she liked it, just didn't like the texture of the powdered sugar. Watching her eat the doughnut was hilarious as we saw the mixture of pleasure in the gooey sweetness and disgust in the dry powdered sugar:
