$1 play dough from Target = 5 hours of play
Who knew?
For example, Landon was putting Cora to bed and she asked for a juice box from the outside fridge (normally reserved as a treat). She initially used her words, which typically gets her what she wants.
Since it was bedtime, Landon said no. When she started to whine, he told her that if she put it back in the fridge, she could have it first thing in the morning. Sure enough, as soon as she came down the next morning she went for the juice box.
Dinner is always a negotiation. For example, she'll ask for more of food A (usually bread/pasta/corn, as she loves carbs). We'll say, "Have two more bites of B (usually a meat, since she doesn't gobble meat) and you can have more A".
She's figured us out. On more than one occasion she has shoved several bites in her mouth, resulting in us giving her A. After A is on her plate, she spits B back out.
This is how today started, ready for church.
On Thursday, Cora sang her first honest-to-goodness song.
I was rocking her, and we couldn't find lovey (trauma!), so we were cuddling monkey as an alternative. Not having lovey had her a little wired, and she kept playing with monkey ("eee eee ooo ooo"). She started singing a song that they sing at school, but I didn't know the words to, until I pieced together what she was singing. From start to finish, she sang,
If your name is monkey,
jump round
jump round
jump round.
If your name is monkey,
jump round.
Now sit DOWN.
She sometimes adds extra verses, making the song never-ending.
She usually over-emphasizes the "now sit down" - I suspect my child likes to be bossy, and telling people to sit down is fun.
She was definitely singing this song, and we've definitely sang it all weekend.
Before we knew it, we all had a turn jumping around the table while Cora sang.
In fact, we ended up in "circle time" after dinner, with a few rounds of "jumping round", followed by a little "ring around the rosey", and an attempt at teaching Cora duck-duck-goose.
Eric came to dinner Sunday night.
I'm not sure he would have come if he had of realized he'd be joining us for some post-dinner "circle time", followed by a little "monster chase" (with Cora running through the house screaming, "I'sa gonna get Dadvy"), which all resulted in Cora's first cushion constructed fort.
During "ring around the rosey", Pearl ran around the outside of the circle. When we all fell down, Pearl also hit the ground.
When it was time to jump around, Cora called out whose turn was next. She called hers, mine, hers (again), Dadvy's (that's what she's calling him... and that's close to sticking, too), Big E's, hers, and then "Pearl Girl's". She was only a little disappointed when we explained Pearl can't jump.
One more story.
We arrived to church on time today, and it was a good thing as part of the homily pertained to arriving to church on time. The minister noted that if you truly believe that you are meeting God at church, you should want to wear your Sunday best (check), arrive on time (ummmm...), and stay until mass has ended (check). I was likely the only one in the 8:07 club who heard the message as we were the only ones (as far as I can tell) to arrive on time today, which allowed us to actually sit in the front, as we have a theory that sitting in the front causes Cora to behave better. Obviously it doesn't as Landon was in the back with Cora (and the rest of the eight-oh-sevener's).
Anyways... after homily and communion, Cora was back in the pew. She stood next to Quinn, who was sitting on my lap. Cora grabbed Quinn's arm. I firmly grabbed Cora's hand to move it. Quinn reached around and gave a hard tug to Cora's hair. Cora loudly responded with "Stop". The people behind us were laughing. The fighting has begun.
Somehow, Quinn manages to nap in this house.
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