Tuesday, February 19, 2013

22 months going on 17

Sometimes it is hard for me to remember that Eloise is not quite two years old.  Today we got in the car after a morning running errands, and Eloise requested that we listen to "I Often Go Walking" when we turned the car on.  Since this is the only song she ever wants to hear in the car, and she always wants to hear it over and over and over again, Jared immediately objected.
"Okay. How 'bout listen to primary songs, then?" Eloise suggested.
Is anyone else's toddler/teenager in charge of the car radio?

The kids control of the radio from the back seat has been kind of a problem lately, since Jared is very hard of hearing.  He wants the music to be blasting so that he can hear it, but then I can't hear him when he requests a different song, and he can't hear me answering his questions.  I thought for a couple of days that our inability to communicate was caused by selective listening, but on Sunday I tested his hearing by offering him a cookie.  He actually didn't hear me.  No three year old is just going to ignore an offered cookie.  I took him to the doctor's office yesterday, and it took Dr. Belarmino about thirty seconds to determine the cause of Jared's deafness.  He has fluid behind his ears, and may be hard of hearing for up to eight weeks.

When I put lunch on the table today, Eloise dodged around the high chair and parked herself on a normal sized seat.  I guess she is having trouble remembering that she is still a baby, too.  Normally she is ambivalent about where she sits, but today she was adamant that she should sit in a regular chair.  This was fine with me, since getting Eloise out of the high chair while nursing Benjamin is kind of a hassle.  Here's how it went.
She started out pretty responsible.
 Then she got kind of silly.
 She really wanted to double dip that carrot, but couldn't quite reach that dip. . .
 Climbed on the table to pull the dip closer. . .
 Triumphantly showed me the tomato (she calls them "potatoes"-- how sweet is that little confusion?) that she got from the veggie tray.
 And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we use a high chair.  To keep our babies off the table.

While we were at the store today, Jared found a little travel pillow that had become separated from its display.  He brought it to me and asked, "Why is this a little tiny nursing pillow?"
 I explained the real purpose of the travel pillow, so, of course, when we got home, he had to try it out with our nursing pillow.
 This pillow might be a little bit too big to take on a plane.
Jared also believes that tweezers are tongs for little tiny salads.  I love this boy's perspective on the world.

Happy Tuesday, everyone.  

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