Saturday was our first Blue Jay’s game of the season. Ever the baseball fan, she had a great time. We stayed through the end (10 innings!), and Violet was rewarded by running the bases. Because of the extra inning, we had to stand in the line up to run the bases for an extra long time, and chatted with some of the other families also waiting. One dad was lamenting that he wanted to run the bases with his son, and I told him it wasn’t really allowed – but that Adam had gotten the opportunity to do so when Violet first did it last summer, because she was scared to go alone. The other dad joked that he would run with Violet if she got scared, and I stopped him “No way – I’d love to do it too! If she’s scared I’m going with her!” But she was a pro – no way she’d be scared this time around.
But we get to the starting point and she tugs on my hand – “Mommy! Come with me!” she says in a nervous voice. So, sure enough, I run with her. It was cool experience for sure.
On the way home, I tell her I’m surprised she was scared to go alone. “I wasn’t scared – but you said you wanted to run the bases! So I wanted you to come with me!”
She’s saying a lot more these days, though clear words are still few & far between. She’s clearly said “this” and “that” for awhile now, and we’ve heard “up,” “off,” and “sock” very clearly. She’s *really* trying to say “Violet” and her attempts are pretty cute. The closest so far was a “Vvvvvv-that!”
Daycare told me that Ramona will occasionally climb into a bouncy chair, and bounce herself to sleep. “Like an adult” Ha! Why hasn’t she ever done that at home?!?
They’ve also said that Ramona is “very active” and the “leader of the room.” I guess she holds her own, despite being tiny ;)
Yesterday, in the car on the way home from dinner:
V: Mommy, look at that gate! There is a sign with a circle and a line through it. That means no dogs!
M: You’re right! That sign means no dogs.
V: But there is a dog on there! It’s against the rules!
M: yeah that’s not very nice.
V: Someone should tell them no dogs! Maybe the police.
A few others:
“Don’t hold off of me!” (Translation: don’t let go)
“I don’t bemember”
Violet: Mommy, why don’t I have a baby sister anymore?
Me: You mean why isn’t Ramona a tiny baby anymore?
Violet: Yeah. I want another baby.
Me: She’s growing up! But she’ll always be your baby sister, even if she isn’t a baby anymore.
Daycare holiday concert was last week. For a few weeks leading up to it we heard tidbits of what to expect. The best?
Violet: We’re singing “George to the world!”
Violet and I had some fun while Ramona napped today…
“Here are the ingredients for my pizza”
(Looking at fruit snacks)
“Flour, sugar, vanilla, pears, and vegetables. And fruit. And pears.”
“In my head at school today, I said ‘I hope mommy cleans the kitchen for when I get home. But you didn’t!'” (Note that kitchen was pretty clean before dinner…)
“You told your friends at school you hoped the kitchen would be clean?”
“Noo! I said it in my head!”
[covering her eyes with her hands)
“I don’t have eyes. I have zero eyes!”
“I’m drawing a beach bum.”
“What’s a beach bum?”
“Something that doesn’t have a face. Only a bum”
While eating French toast for lunch, Violet at age 3.5:
“Mommy? This is be best day ever.”
“I’m glad! What makes it the best day?”
“Because there is syrup!”
We need to record more of these.
A favourite lately is that her bedside table has been deemed a “bedtime table” – love that one.
A quick story from today —
Violet grabs her purse.
“I’m the mom and you’re the kid. Do you want to snuggle with Belle while I’m gone?
Me: “Sure. Where are you going, Mom?”
V: “I’m going to St Clair with your dad. To a restaurant!”
30 seconds later:
“I’m back! Daddy is home now too!”
Me: “Great! How was the restaurant?”
V: “It was good! We ate donuts for dessert and I brought you leftovers because you be good.”