We have been practicing with animal noises: the cow says, "moo"; the horse says, "neigh"; the cat says, "meow," that kind of thing. We thought it was time to share what our kids can do with the world. They are not the best, but they try really hard.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Twin Rangers
Continuing with our video library, here is a recent gem recorded December 11. Happy Trails...
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS
It seems like in the past couple of weeks, Emaline's vocabulary has exploded. She is saying new words every day. While Keillor is a little slower to learn new words, poor guy, he is trying really hard.
Here's what we've heard for sure. She/They can say and identify the following facial features:
EYES
NOSE
MOUTH
TEETH--I think Keillor is the one who says "teeth."
.
The can identify and say the following foods:
WAFFLE
APPLE
BANANA
.
Other seemlingly random words and phrases:
BABY
DOGGY
PEEP-EYE
OUT
HELLO
HI
BYE BYE
NO
BALL
STAR
HEART
RED
THANK YOU
HO HO HO
.
Names
Daddy
Mama/Mommy
TINA (comes out as Mina)
ELLIE (Tina's dog)
LEE LEE (FOR LEO)
GA GA
GEE GEE
PAW PAW
Our trip to Birmingham for Thanksgiving was both fun and exhausting. We will never take I-75 home again.
The kids were great in the car. We Cracker Barrelled it to keep them full of rich country food. Emaline only threw up once.
Once in Alabama, they got to visit two sets of grandparents, play with dogs and cats, eat pizza, ride trains and tricycles, attempt to swim in the lake, drive a wheelchair, and get bunches of hugs and kisses.
Here's what we've heard for sure. She/They can say and identify the following facial features:
EYES
NOSE
MOUTH
TEETH--I think Keillor is the one who says "teeth."
.
The can identify and say the following foods:
WAFFLE
APPLE
BANANA
.
Other seemlingly random words and phrases:
BABY
DOGGY
PEEP-EYE
OUT
HELLO
HI
BYE BYE
NO
BALL
STAR
HEART
RED
THANK YOU
HO HO HO
.
Names
Daddy
Mama/Mommy
TINA (comes out as Mina)
ELLIE (Tina's dog)
LEE LEE (FOR LEO)
GA GA
GEE GEE
PAW PAW
Our trip to Birmingham for Thanksgiving was both fun and exhausting. We will never take I-75 home again.
The kids were great in the car. We Cracker Barrelled it to keep them full of rich country food. Emaline only threw up once.
Once in Alabama, they got to visit two sets of grandparents, play with dogs and cats, eat pizza, ride trains and tricycles, attempt to swim in the lake, drive a wheelchair, and get bunches of hugs and kisses.
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| Sharing an antique train at GaGa and GeeGee's house |
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| Taking a spin in GaGa's wheelchair. |
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| Playing piano with Mommy |
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| Posing like a male model |
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| Playing Connect 4 with Grammy |
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| Eating pizza |
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| Riding a tricycle with Mommy |
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| Looking at the lake |
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The point of keeping the Babes in Mauland blog was so that we would make sure to document the development of the twins--also known as the Schmookies--and to share with friends and family. Then a strange thing happened: they required much more interaction, which left much less time to share. We haven't even written in our journal in I don't know how long. The fact is, all of this is a cop-out, an excuse. We have time to watch TV, so we should have time to blog about the Schmookies.
Since I last updated, we have seen some big changes in the kids. Keillor, in an effort to protect himself from his sister, has begun sharpening his teeth with a file.
In retaliation, Emaline refuses to let us cut her nails, and by nails I mean the steel nails she had implanted to she could look like Wolverine.
ON SLEEP
We hear other parents talk about how their kids sleep until 7:00, 8:00, 9:00 a.m. "It's so nice to be able to sleep in," they say. Our kids wake up anywhere from 5:30 to 6:00 and proceed to yell at each other and call out for "Mommy" and "Daddy." This would be so much cuter at 7:30.
We have tried earlier bedtimes, later bedtimes, first and second dinner to make sure their bellies are full. They are just early birds. I blame their mother.
ON EATING
The pediatrician says, "As long as they are eating," and "Toddlers are just really picky," and "My son won't eat most foods either." We should feel like, OK, no big deal. So our daughter will only eat oatmeal, grapes, and Cheerios. So she'd rather just drain a sippy cup of milk than eat anything at all. The doctor says it's normal. The thing is, though, we can't just relax and let her eat what she'll eat. We have to stress out about it and try to make her eat other foods; you know, the green ones that grow from the ground. I think they're called vegetables. Wait, maybe vegetables are those things you throw onto the ground and say, "Uh oh" to. I forget.
ON PLAYING
We thought that being twins, our kids would learn to play cooperatively, to share and enjoy each other's company. To pinch and bite and pull hair and steal toys from one another. Wait, that's the reality. They do cooperate sometimes. For example, Keillor will slam him finger into a cabinet. While I am comforting him, Emaline will pull a knife out of the open dishwasher I was unloading--I mean Aimee was unloading. One trips in the playroom, the other is making a toilet paper pile in the bathroom. Cooperation.
ON MILESTONES
Let's talk words, first. Here's what we hear consistently: of course, Mommy and Daddy (and variations of both), Nana (for banana), Uh Oh, Doggie, Ellie (our sitter's dog), Mimi (the mother of a girl they go to daycare with), My Milk (Emaline only), No, No, Bye Bye, Hi, Hey, PawPaw (Keillor only).
Emaline is getting good at mimicking us. I might say, "Let's go," and she'll try to say it.
Keillor is getting to where he only wants to eat with a spork. He likes to stab the food himself and feed himself. He will refuse food we try to feed him, but when stabbed with a spork, he will gobble it up.
Since I last updated, we have seen some big changes in the kids. Keillor, in an effort to protect himself from his sister, has begun sharpening his teeth with a file.
In retaliation, Emaline refuses to let us cut her nails, and by nails I mean the steel nails she had implanted to she could look like Wolverine.
ON SLEEP
We hear other parents talk about how their kids sleep until 7:00, 8:00, 9:00 a.m. "It's so nice to be able to sleep in," they say. Our kids wake up anywhere from 5:30 to 6:00 and proceed to yell at each other and call out for "Mommy" and "Daddy." This would be so much cuter at 7:30.
We have tried earlier bedtimes, later bedtimes, first and second dinner to make sure their bellies are full. They are just early birds. I blame their mother.
ON EATING
The pediatrician says, "As long as they are eating," and "Toddlers are just really picky," and "My son won't eat most foods either." We should feel like, OK, no big deal. So our daughter will only eat oatmeal, grapes, and Cheerios. So she'd rather just drain a sippy cup of milk than eat anything at all. The doctor says it's normal. The thing is, though, we can't just relax and let her eat what she'll eat. We have to stress out about it and try to make her eat other foods; you know, the green ones that grow from the ground. I think they're called vegetables. Wait, maybe vegetables are those things you throw onto the ground and say, "Uh oh" to. I forget.
ON PLAYING
We thought that being twins, our kids would learn to play cooperatively, to share and enjoy each other's company. To pinch and bite and pull hair and steal toys from one another. Wait, that's the reality. They do cooperate sometimes. For example, Keillor will slam him finger into a cabinet. While I am comforting him, Emaline will pull a knife out of the open dishwasher I was unloading--I mean Aimee was unloading. One trips in the playroom, the other is making a toilet paper pile in the bathroom. Cooperation.
ON MILESTONES
Let's talk words, first. Here's what we hear consistently: of course, Mommy and Daddy (and variations of both), Nana (for banana), Uh Oh, Doggie, Ellie (our sitter's dog), Mimi (the mother of a girl they go to daycare with), My Milk (Emaline only), No, No, Bye Bye, Hi, Hey, PawPaw (Keillor only).
Emaline is getting good at mimicking us. I might say, "Let's go," and she'll try to say it.
Keillor is getting to where he only wants to eat with a spork. He likes to stab the food himself and feed himself. He will refuse food we try to feed him, but when stabbed with a spork, he will gobble it up.
I have to go to a meeting now. Maybe I'll force myself to find time later.
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| The Schmookies read to themselves |
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