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Toddler Log: 2 Years and 14 Weeks Old

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Marlie and me spent Sunday night alone while daddy went out of town. I decided it was the perfect opportunity to introduce her to fish because her mama l-o-v-e-s fish but doesn't get to eat it often because her daddy l-o-a-t-h-e-s fish (can't stand the sight, smell, taste). So while daddy's away the girls will play. I bought a nice piece of wild sockeye salmon the day before. On Sunday night I gently seasoned it and placed it in a roasting pan with carrots and onions. It was so moist and tender. Marlie did not enjoy it as much as I hoped. She ate some, but it wasn't with the same voraciousness I've seen her eat fried chicken. At least she's not going to be a fish-hater like her daddy. 

Marlie has been singing up a storm. Even her teacher commented about how much she likes to sing along to the songs at school. As we were all putting up groceries on Saturday she was singing, "what's gonna work? teamwork!" Her sense of context just blows me away. She'll play keep away with my phone or put my bra over her head and say, "See, I funny!" She is still in love with books. Her current favorite is Please, Baby, Please by Spike Lee and Tonya Lewis Lee. She knows it by heart. Speaking of hearts, she had her little heart broken for the first time on Monday when someone stole her ball. She had run out of the house with it and my slow, pregnant butt caught up with her near the end of our block. The ball dropped and rolled out into the busy intersection and across to the other side. I had to drag her kicking and screaming back home so I could retrieve the ball, but by the time I got back to the corner someone had taken it!  I had to go back home empty-handed and explain to my sobbing 2-year-old that someone stole her ball. She was so upset and kept asking for her ball. I repeated that someone took it and reminded her that she shouldn't have been running down the street with it because that is dangerous. I was mad at the thief, I was mad at her for not listening to stop as I chased her down our block, but mostly I was hurt that she already had to experience loss at her tender age and I couldn't do anything to bring the ball back.

Her grandma came to town om Thursday for the holidays and Marlie cannot get enough of her. Everything is grandma this and grandma that. They are like two warts on a frog. I won a $20 gift card to Whole Foods this week...guess who's getting an organic turkey this year?!


4 comments:

Quiana said...

Awww Marlie is too funny! I can picture her being "silly". . .Nia LOVES Please Baby Please too! I think she thinks she's the baby in the book cause she smiles knowingly like she can relate when I read it. . . So sad about Marlie's ball. We just bought Nia her first ball about a month ago vi Amazon(a shame it took us so long!) after she would look longingly at other kids' balls at the park. We tried a few stores and they don't carry them in the fall . .. Congrats on the Whole Foods gift card! We did organic turkey from there in 2006, and it was awesome. DH and I were dating at the time, and he thought I was crazy for paying $30 for a 10 lb turkey ,but he admitted it was unlike any other turkey he had ever had. Enjoy!

keyalus said...

So I'm not the only one with a husband who won't eat fish?!? I tell The Mister all the time how awful it must be to not be able to enjoy the deliciousness that is salmon, shrimp, tilapia, catfish, snapper...poor seafood-hating souls!

The Backyardigans reference in the correct context is so cute! They do learn stuff from watching TV, huh? :)

We have the PBP book too. The illustrations are so outstanding that I had to buy it.

Krissy said...

Aww mann! Not the ball!

Jas only likes fried fish. I'm okay with that lol.

Have I told you lately I loves me some Marlie! Lol well I do!

Maureen said...

I've hard "Two peas in a pod", but never "two warts on a frog". I guess that is a Southern phrase or else I'm just way out of it! My friend from the Pacific Northwest, where I now live has introduced me to tons of phrases that I never heard before moving here. Maybe I was out of it and people in CA said these phrases there also, but my favorite is "Things are going to hell in a hand basket." When my friend first said that to me, I started cracking up and was like, "What is a hand basket anyway?" She had no idea, but I liked the phrase so much, I say it all the time now.

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