Owies = Funny?

(A “Pineapple for Posterity’s Sake” Post)

Pineapple is turning into a toddler. Just a few, short weeks ago, she was still a baby. But now, she’s a fully developed toddler on her way to kid-hood; full of opinions (“NO”), favorite things (“cheese, peez”), and things she no longer likes (“no stroller!”) – except for when she does (“walk in stroller, peez!”). Here are some more things that have been happening in Pineapple land lately:

She fell down a week ago and SERIOUSLY banged herself up. I mean for real. When I arrived home and found my precious girl in her daddy’s arms with a Rudolph-esque decoration, I gasped. Apparently, she was playing outside on the path at daycare with a group of other children. They were running and one of the kids decided that she wasn’t quite fast enough…so pushed her down. She SLID across the path on her knees and her nose. She had SERIOUS road rash…better known as an “owie.”

Speaking of “owie’s,” that is her new favorite word. “Owie – owie – owie.” We hear that all the time lately. Even if she doesn’t actually have an owie! Sometimes she says “owie” and I say “that’s not an owie silly girl” and she giggles and says “I punny!” Is this a sense of humor I see developing? Methinks yes. Although it wasn’t so funny at 5AM when I awoke to hear “OWIE OWIE OWIE!!!” from her crib and found an inconsolable Pineapple. *sigh*

Her other favorite word is “No.” I suppose all toddlers like that word but she is seriously abusing it. “Ready to go to school?” – “NO!” (as she runs to the door and turns the nob…) “Would you like mommy to turn on the music so you can dance?” – “NO!” (as she runs to the stereo and dances in place) “Do you want a cookie?” – “NO!” (as she says “cookie” and points at the box). *sigh* I cannot stand the word “no.” I always tell her to BE POSITIVE – after all, it’s in her blood! (You know…B+…mommy humor…it can be lame, c’est non?

She’s a DANCING QUEEN! My kid loves to dance. She also likes to watch dancing shows. We watch Glee and skip all of the talking to fast forward to the singing and dancing portions. We also watch So You Think You Can Dance and only watch the dancing on that, as well (Pineapple doesn’t need no stinking judges!). And she loves music. She dances in the car, she sings little songs and dances…it’s pretty stinking cute.

She takes so many risks which doesn’t sit well with me (aka The Safety Warden). The other day, she was pushing her big car around and pushed it down the two little side steps on the deck. And she didn’t let go…she just slid right along behind it. No matter that she was told repeatedly not to play with her car that closely to the steps. No matter that the car and the toddler had been moved repeatedly. She did it anyway. She’s always climbing something, jumping on something, reaching for something, or running toward something. It’s TERRIFYING. I can only hover so much!

She’s so much fun now, though. Yes, it’s a pain to have her be disagreeable. But it is so great to see her devloping her own personality and turning into a little girl that I’m so very proud of….yep, that’s me! A proud mama – thankyouverymuch.

Now we just need to tackle sharing…oy vey.

Pineapple for Posterity’s Sake – part deux

A while back, I posted about Pineapple’s development. I did this because the original intent of this blog was to sort of virtually replace a baby book. So, posting about her progress seemed important to squeeze in between posts about vampires and her naughty auntie. In keeping with this concept, I’ve decided to provide an update on how things are going in Pineapple land…and how Pineapple is navigating the murky waters of developing a personality. Murky, murky waters….

First off, let me start by sharing that Pineapple is seriously opinionated. She knows what she wants and when she wants it. She also knows what she doesn’t want. Here is a list of what she doesn’t want:

  • to ride in a car seat
  • to go inside when she’s been outside
  • to sit in her highchair
  • to have her diaper changed
  • to have her hair washed
  • to get her nose wiped
  • to be told she cannot climb on furniture
  • to be told she cannot stick her fingers through animal cage bars
  • to be told she cannot stick her fingers in just about anything she shouldn’t stick her fingers in
  • to be told she shouldn’t put things in her mouth that don’t belong there
  • to have her hair fixed
  • this list could go on and on…but I think we’ll stop here for now.

But it’s not always about not wanting things…sometimes she REALLY wants something. Things she really wants:

  • more rice puffs
  • for the puppy to love her back
  • a ‘bobby’ (bottle)
  • to-ma-toes
  • to play outside
  • a hug
  • to sit on the stool next to mommy or daddy
  • to pet the kitty….ANY kitty
  • to draw or color
  • to brush her own teeth
  • to read a book
  • to be a lion (rawr)

And she’s so active!

She ice-skates. Well, not technically. There is no ice involved. This came about because they were learning about the Olympics at daycare and they taught the kids to put their hands behind their backs and sort of bounce while they walk around…then spin, spin, spin. She loves to “ice skate.” She enjoys pushing her doll stroller around the house – sans doll (apparently dolls are not allowed to ride in her strollers; that space is reserved for random toys) – and chase the dog and cat with it. She has a rocking horse and a push horse and woe be unto the person who tries to push her on either one. She’s super independent.

Other little things:

  • I wake up each morning to “momma – momma – momma – a-yeah – a-yeah – bobby – <giggle> – momma – momma…” BEST ALARM CLOCK EVER.
  • She will attempt to say just about anything you ask her to say…including, recently, I love you. <heart melting>
  • Her hair is longer in the back and just grows that way. Natural mullet? *sigh*
  • She gives big, amazing, kissy hugs. Over and over and over. They rule.
  • She smiles like a nerd. She has this jutting-her-teeth-out-making-some-weird-whining-sound-smile and it is too cute for words!
  • She tilts her head to the side when she’s trying to be cute and get her way. It works…most of the time.
  • She falls down. A lot. And she always has a bruise on her head/knees/elbows/head/face/head. It’s painful to look at but it’s part of life.

One last little thing…I love her with all of the depth and breadth of my heart and soul. My life would not be liveable without her in it…and this overwhelming feeling of love and gratitude for her just grows and grows each day. I wouldn’t think it was possible to love her more…but somehow, I do. She’s my Pineapple. And I’m so blessed.

I’d love to hear about the special little things your wee ones are up to – please share! 🙂

XOXO Rachael