Today Maia was singing:
Old MacDonald hadee farm E-I-E-I-yoooo
Ondee farm he hadee cow E-I-E-I-yoooo
Ondee farm he hadee trash can E-I-E-I-yoooo
Ondee farm he hadee bicycle E-I-E-I-yoooo
Ondee farm he hadee 빵 E-I-E-I-yoooo
Today we almost got kicked off the Tilden Park steam train because Maia won’t stay seated. 😐 Now, I know I can force her, but I want to figure out a way to keep her contained that doesn’t involve wrestling and screaming, so…. not sure what to do. She totally understands me when I tell her we need to stay seated, and in fact she deliberately stands on the seat just to oppose me if I get on her case. Gah!
At the train last month when family was visiting:
Tonight once again, Maia protested bed time and kept calling me back in. On the 5th or so attempt she told me, “Mama get in” (to the crib!) and tried to pull me in. I ended up patting her to sleep while she clutched my wrist. Luckily it didn’t take too long, but I really don’t want this to become a habit!
A week or so ago, as I was forcing Maia into her carseat (the carseat continues to be a struggle here), she said something to me that sounded like “뽀뽀 hate you.” I swear. I know she is too young to conceive of or understand such a thing, and when I told Tom later he said as much and I believed it…. but now every day she surprises me with the things she says and understands so I’m thinking she actually did say it! Ofcourseofcourse I know she doesn’t hate me, but damn. That hurts. Kids.
I saw this recently and it cracked me up. Beanbean is a twister, slow poke, and rod!