Peyton the mail order bride named Svetlana
Friday, April 27, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Chatterbox
Someone flipped the switch on Bristol. She hasn't stopped talking. It took a little bit of time, but now she's put it all together. I told her today that Papa was at the doctor. She responded with "is he sick?". Good connection!
She can also count to 6. Playing peek-a-boo has an educational side too.
Another great expression she's picked up is pushing her plate away at dinner and saying GROSS. Fantastic!
I do know I'm having some influence on my girl's interest in cooking because when I get in the kitchen to cook dinner Bristol drags her stool over, opens the drawer to grab her Mickey mixing spoon and say "can I help?". I hope they continue being interested.
She can also count to 6. Playing peek-a-boo has an educational side too.
Another great expression she's picked up is pushing her plate away at dinner and saying GROSS. Fantastic!
I do know I'm having some influence on my girl's interest in cooking because when I get in the kitchen to cook dinner Bristol drags her stool over, opens the drawer to grab her Mickey mixing spoon and say "can I help?". I hope they continue being interested.
Funny ism
The other day while having lunch Peyton made the statement that she used to get out of her "trap bed". After asking her to repeat the story I finally asked "does Bristol sleep in a 'trap bed'?". She said yeah! Rob and I started laughing hysterically. We now know that a crib in Peyton's world is a "trap bed".
She also calls the color yellow the color of the sun. Makes sense, right? You would think. The problem is she says "that's red, that's white....that's the color of the sun". I think she thinks that's the name of yellow.
She also calls the color yellow the color of the sun. Makes sense, right? You would think. The problem is she says "that's red, that's white....that's the color of the sun". I think she thinks that's the name of yellow.
Deadly weapon
We had a very close encounter today and a good life lesson. This morning while I was on a conference call I hear Dad tell from inside his bathroom while taking a shower "GO TELL YOUR MOTHER WHAT YOU DID!". While trying to keep my composure in my call I listened a bit more and then continued on. I assumed that Peyton had spilled something or put make-up in. About 15 minutes later I went out and asked Dad what happened. Well...Peyton had let the dogs out back by herself WHILE the yard guys were enclosed inside out fence. Fortunately, we now know that Havick will ward off any intruders. Thank God the 2 guys were quick on their feet or we'd be contacting our renter's insurance. One guy jumped the fence while the other kept Havick away by using the leaf blower.
When I went upstairs to find Peyton she was hiding in my closet because she knew she had done something bad. It really was an accident. She said as soon as she let Havick out and he started barking she knew it was bad.
I walked down to apologize to the guys. When I returned I told Peyton how scared they were and that one guy jumped the fence. She said "that's funny". I explained that it wasn't funny from his point of view because he was scared. She said "ok, but that's still funny". In hindsight knowing nothing bad happened - yea, Peyton, it is funny.
When I went upstairs to find Peyton she was hiding in my closet because she knew she had done something bad. It really was an accident. She said as soon as she let Havick out and he started barking she knew it was bad.
I walked down to apologize to the guys. When I returned I told Peyton how scared they were and that one guy jumped the fence. She said "that's funny". I explained that it wasn't funny from his point of view because he was scared. She said "ok, but that's still funny". In hindsight knowing nothing bad happened - yea, Peyton, it is funny.
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