In the last few weeks, there have been a number of incidents that made me step back and say, "Wow, Clara--you really ARE three years old!" For instance, she sang her first song a week or two ago (a video of the event is below) and has been singing an number of other songs since then. Also, she's been "reading" her books out loud. I'm a little overwhelmed (in a good way) by the things she remembers and can repeat back to us.
So, take it away, Clara!
Chocolate
molinillo
corre, corre
el cepillo
estirar, estirar
que la nina va a pasar.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Nightly Adventures
The other night, Joey was sleeping in my room. After I had finally gotten him to sleep (for the second or third time that night), I walked past Clara's room and noticed the light on. Now, I was sure I had turned it off when I kissed her goodnight.
I checked the rest of the house to make sure Patty wasn't in there for some reason. Nope, Patty was in the kitchen.
That means that Clara was out of bed and up to no good.
I opened the door and found this:
I just loved surveying this scene and reconstructing exactly what happened between the time that I closed the door and then found her here again. She had gotten out of bed, turned on the lights, took some books off the shelf, made the bed her reading stand (because it's clearly waaay better to read standing up). And then when she finally got tired she laid down on the floor (because she loves the freezing cold tiles).
And because the lights were too bright, she just put her blanket over her head. *sheesh*
Every day (and sometimes night) is an adventure around here!
I checked the rest of the house to make sure Patty wasn't in there for some reason. Nope, Patty was in the kitchen.
That means that Clara was out of bed and up to no good.
I opened the door and found this:
I just loved surveying this scene and reconstructing exactly what happened between the time that I closed the door and then found her here again. She had gotten out of bed, turned on the lights, took some books off the shelf, made the bed her reading stand (because it's clearly waaay better to read standing up). And then when she finally got tired she laid down on the floor (because she loves the freezing cold tiles).
And because the lights were too bright, she just put her blanket over her head. *sheesh*
Every day (and sometimes night) is an adventure around here!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Clara turned 3 years old last Saturday, and here's the photo show to prove it: 
She blew out all the candles herself! (She practiced during Advent.)
In Mexico, the birthday person, regardless of age, always cuts her own slice of cake.
While Clara hates pinatas and refuses to hit them, Joe didn't seem opposed to beating the yellow horse to death.
However, for the first time, Clara did join in on diving for candy.
She blew out all the candles herself! (She practiced during Advent.)
In Mexico, the birthday person, regardless of age, always cuts her own slice of cake.
While Clara hates pinatas and refuses to hit them, Joe didn't seem opposed to beating the yellow horse to death.
However, for the first time, Clara did join in on diving for candy.Friday, February 3, 2012
Frustration Break
Because it's been a rough week with this one, I've got to post this to remind myself that yes, the kid can smile and even sometimes laugh.
Take it away, Big Guy . . .
Take it away, Big Guy . . .
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Time: An Ever-Changing Concept
All last week, the constant refrain around here was,
"When Clara's a baby, he's gonna wear _____." [insert anything of Joey's, anything Joe was playing with, anything he looked at, etc]
Yes, there are a number of odd things with this sentence.
1) Clara consistently mixes up her gender pronouns. So if you meet her, don't be offended if you're a woman and she refers to you as "he". Men, vice versa.
2) I asked her the other day, "so you're going to be a baby again someday?" Yep. Apparently that's the theory she's working with. I just go with it, as it's her current favorite delusion.
As a relief tonight, she did declare, "When Clara's a mommy, he's gonna have a purple toothbrush."
Phew. At least she can go forward in time, too.
And thirty years down the road, [fingers crossed] I'll give her that purple toothbrush to celebrate her motherhood. ;P
"When Clara's a baby, he's gonna wear _____." [insert anything of Joey's, anything Joe was playing with, anything he looked at, etc]
Yes, there are a number of odd things with this sentence.
1) Clara consistently mixes up her gender pronouns. So if you meet her, don't be offended if you're a woman and she refers to you as "he". Men, vice versa.
2) I asked her the other day, "so you're going to be a baby again someday?" Yep. Apparently that's the theory she's working with. I just go with it, as it's her current favorite delusion.
As a relief tonight, she did declare, "When Clara's a mommy, he's gonna have a purple toothbrush."
Phew. At least she can go forward in time, too.
And thirty years down the road, [fingers crossed] I'll give her that purple toothbrush to celebrate her motherhood. ;P
Friday, January 6, 2012
Three Way Conversations
Typical mealtime conversation:
Joey: ooo, ooo, ooo
Clara: Joey's talkin'!
Me: What's he saying?
Clara: Ooo, ooo, ooo.
And here I was, hoping for an interpreter.
Joey: ooo, ooo, ooo
Clara: Joey's talkin'!
Me: What's he saying?
Clara: Ooo, ooo, ooo.
And here I was, hoping for an interpreter.
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