Whatever Wednesday: April 23, 2008

Jonah calls them Swoot Potatoes.

The first night Jonah ate sweet potatoes, I misheard Karianne and thought she said “swoot potatoes.” Now whenever we feed those to Jonah, we say (in our “Jonah voice”), “Ooh, swoot potatoes, my favorite!” And boy, can he wolf them down!

Granola Thievery.

On Sunday we went to Whole Foods, and we stopped at a display of some fresh-baked granola (no, we are not hippies. Granola is good, people.). We were looking at the different flavors, when I glanced in the cart and saw that Kaeta had grabbed a box of granola, opened it, and started munching away! So we bought that one.

Thank God for Reflexes.

Outside Whole Foods, we were about to walk to the car. To make it easier to carry everything, I hoisted Kaeta up on to my shoulders. Then I reached to pick up something else, and the next thing I new, my arm had snapped back and caught Kaeta by the ankle, saving her from falling on her head on the concrete.

This was really scary, and it was several seconds before I even understood what had happened. She sits on my shoulders all the time and has never fallen. Another dad with his daughter was walking by, and he said, “Whoa, that scared me!” Me, too, buddy!

Jonah needs his space!

The other night after bedtime, Jonah was screaming his head off, so I went in to comfort him. As I stepped into the room, I glanced over at Kaeta’s bed, and something didn’t look right. I walked over to it… and she wasn’t there! I flipped on the lamp and looked around — no Kaeta.

Then I looked at Jonah’s crib. She had climbed up into his crib with him, she was snuggling with his little blue bunny, and she was sound asleep with him screaming right into her ear. So we figure, she wanted to snuggle, but he was upset. “I need my space, Kaeta! Quit crowding me!”

Where? Where. Where?

It’s hard to convey how funny this was in person, but I’m going to try. Last night I was reading Kaeta her favorite story, Peter Pan. But randomly while I was reading, she would point somewhere on the page and say, “What’s that?” So it went kind of like this:

K: What’s that?

D: Tinker bell.

K: [moving her finger] What’s that?

D: Peter Pan’s knee.

K: What’s that?

D: Peter Pan’s hat.

K: Peter Pan’s SHOES! (She wasn’t even pointing at his shoes, she just gets excited whenever she thinks about shoes. Girls…)

Then her finger moved over to the words on the page.

K: What’s that?

D: The word “ship.”

K: What’s that?

D: Pirate.

K: What’s that?

D: And.

K: What’s that?

D: Where.

She looked up at me, then kept her finger on the word “where.”

K: What’s that?

D: Where.

K: What’s that?

D: Where.

Pause.

K: What’s that there?

D: Where. It’s the word “where.”

K: That’s a WORD!

I looked over at Karianne, and she was totally cracking up. She said it was like “who’s on first?”