Let's Go!!

Each morning, Maya has a little routine to say good bye to Daddy. He has to pick her up, nothing else will do. Then she turns to me and waves good bye. She'll even give me kisses to let me know she'll be going with Daddy.

This morning she went through the regular routine. When I took her back, she leaned to Daddy again until he held her. She then said something that sounded remarkably like, "Let's go. Go, go."

Olympic Enthusiasm

Gymnastics has been an interest in Todd's family for years. Two of his sisters were very active in the sport, one of the two also a collegiate competitor. I was always curious if Maya would show any ability or interest as she grew.

Last night, we watched the US women's gymnastic team compete in Beijing. Maya was enthralled. She turned around the floor as she watched and occasionally tried to flourish her hand up above her. It was all quite adorable.

When the coverage switched to swimming, she was not pleased. She started to make the ASL sign for "more" and then re-imitated the hand flourish above her. She repeated this several times before she realized that she was stuck with swimming.

Perhaps we'll have to enroll her in some classes in a few years.

Face Meets Door

Poor little Maya. Now that she's gotten the walking down, she decided to start running as well. Her body also decided to have a growth spurt which has made her a little clumsy.

The other day, she was running and didn't realize how close the door was getting. Thus the red mark on her right cheek.

The poor kids also face planted 3 times that day and tripped at least 4 other times. It was a rough day in all.

Observations of a 4 year old.

Todd and I were lucky enough to go to dinner with some friends. We had picked Ethan and Maya up, loaded the tired, crying children in the car and started making our way home. Ethan, being his usual observant self, started making some comments to us, after the motions of the car calmed the two little ones.

E-Mom, there's another seat here.
K-Yeah, there is. What is it for?
E-For another baby.
T-What baby?
E-The baby that comes after the last Disney World.
K-Oh really?
E-Mmm, hmm.
K-Whose baby is it?
E-Our baby.
T-You want another baby?
E-Yeah (giggling)
T-What kind of baby?
E-A boy.
K-What would we name him?
E-Ethan.
T-Another Ethan. We can't do that, mom might call for Ethan and you wouldn't know if it was you. How about another name?
E-How about Robert.
T-Probably not Robert. (No offense intended to Robert or Roberta)
E-How about Uncle Paul
Laughter by all.

That little boy cracks me up.

Disclaimer-This story is not announcing any impending conditions or plans, known or not known, about the current size of our family. It is simply the musings of our son. Sorry Grandma.