Learned a new word today from Tess. N'on't. As in, "No, don't!"
Jaime: "I'm gonna tickle you!"
Tess: Shrieks, "N'on't!"
It might be spelled no'n't.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
February? More like first day of summer...
Since it was in the 70s today, we spent all day outside of the house. That's what Atlantoids do. As soon as it hits 80, though, I'm going back inside the air conditioning. We didn't exactly spend the whole day outdoors, but we did do our best to wear out Tess.
We started by doing a little shoe shopping. Tess was absolutely obsessed with these mirrors. This is quite possibly the best picture I've ever taken:
Afterward, we were invited to play some frisbee golf with some new friends. Frolf. Jaime had never played before. And I had only played once, and it wasn't a great memory. This girl I really liked had just broken up with me (I won't mention names to protect her from the swift judgment you should all bring down upon her, but I eventually married her. That might help some of you narrow it down.). And so one of my roommates set me up with a girl and we all played frisbee golf. Frolf. I think it's great that both of my experiences with frisbee golf have involved playing with people I don't know very well. I'm not awkward...at all. It's probably not helping to endear me to frisbee golf. Frolf. And Jaime and I are both horrible at throwing a frisbee. I wanted to say we were both horrible at throwing it straight, but really we're just horrible at all aspects of it: straightness, distance, not landing it in hazards like muddy water/briar bushes, etc. We convinced Tess to tag along with us, even though she had offered to stay behind at the playground.
It finally got to the point where she kept telling us, "I need carry you, Mommy." That sounded great, but apparently that meant she needed to be carried. Similar to how she will tell us things like, "These peas don't like me," when she doesn't want to eat peas. Well finally after 9 grueling holes, we made it back to the playground. And played and played. I don't remember wanting to go down the same slide 20 times in a row as a kid, but that's the thing to do.
After tearing Tess away from the playground and making fun of her for saying things like, "What's happen to my eye?" after crying uncontrollably, we made it to the car and went for some ice cream. There's a place here that gives anyone under 40 inches tall a free ice cream cone(the promotion might actually say, "Any children under 40 inches"). So, we got Tess her very first ice cream cone! So our little girl who thinks something horrible has happened to her any time she has a tear rolling down her cheek or gets food on her hands, ended up like this:
She just doesn't like being dirty. Some how she got ice cream on her back. We're not sure how that happened.
When we finished ice cream, we piled back in to the car and drove down Riverside Drive on the banks of the Chattahoochee. Tess had fallen asleep before we got out of the parking lot. 9 holes of frisbee golf really wears a kid out. This is her on the couch after we got home wiped out:
She did wake up long enough to eat a few things and build some lego hammers. But she was asking the whole time to go back to bed. She's a strange one. Jaime got her all ready for bed, put her in bed and left the room when Tess started crying, "Help me. Help me. Let me out! Let me out! I wanna dance! Please. Please. Daddy, help. Please, Dada. I wanna dance!" How can I say no to that? So, we finally ended the day with a slow dance around her room, and now she seems to have gone right to sleep. What a weirdo.
We started by doing a little shoe shopping. Tess was absolutely obsessed with these mirrors. This is quite possibly the best picture I've ever taken:
Afterward, we were invited to play some frisbee golf with some new friends. Frolf. Jaime had never played before. And I had only played once, and it wasn't a great memory. This girl I really liked had just broken up with me (I won't mention names to protect her from the swift judgment you should all bring down upon her, but I eventually married her. That might help some of you narrow it down.). And so one of my roommates set me up with a girl and we all played frisbee golf. Frolf. I think it's great that both of my experiences with frisbee golf have involved playing with people I don't know very well. I'm not awkward...at all. It's probably not helping to endear me to frisbee golf. Frolf. And Jaime and I are both horrible at throwing a frisbee. I wanted to say we were both horrible at throwing it straight, but really we're just horrible at all aspects of it: straightness, distance, not landing it in hazards like muddy water/briar bushes, etc. We convinced Tess to tag along with us, even though she had offered to stay behind at the playground.
It finally got to the point where she kept telling us, "I need carry you, Mommy." That sounded great, but apparently that meant she needed to be carried. Similar to how she will tell us things like, "These peas don't like me," when she doesn't want to eat peas. Well finally after 9 grueling holes, we made it back to the playground. And played and played. I don't remember wanting to go down the same slide 20 times in a row as a kid, but that's the thing to do.
After tearing Tess away from the playground and making fun of her for saying things like, "What's happen to my eye?" after crying uncontrollably, we made it to the car and went for some ice cream. There's a place here that gives anyone under 40 inches tall a free ice cream cone(the promotion might actually say, "Any children under 40 inches"). So, we got Tess her very first ice cream cone! So our little girl who thinks something horrible has happened to her any time she has a tear rolling down her cheek or gets food on her hands, ended up like this:
She just doesn't like being dirty. Some how she got ice cream on her back. We're not sure how that happened.
When we finished ice cream, we piled back in to the car and drove down Riverside Drive on the banks of the Chattahoochee. Tess had fallen asleep before we got out of the parking lot. 9 holes of frisbee golf really wears a kid out. This is her on the couch after we got home wiped out:
She did wake up long enough to eat a few things and build some lego hammers. But she was asking the whole time to go back to bed. She's a strange one. Jaime got her all ready for bed, put her in bed and left the room when Tess started crying, "Help me. Help me. Let me out! Let me out! I wanna dance! Please. Please. Daddy, help. Please, Dada. I wanna dance!" How can I say no to that? So, we finally ended the day with a slow dance around her room, and now she seems to have gone right to sleep. What a weirdo.
Friday, February 11, 2011
I need a Hammer...
Legos are the best. Ever. That's been proven scientifically. In multiple studies.
Tess got a bunch of legos for Christmas, and it's been really fun the last couple days seeing how creative she gets. I'll show a few of her most recent creations:
Exhibit A:
Me: What is that Tess? The letter T?
Tess: Yes!
Exhibit B:
Me: What is that Tess? The letter T?
Tess: No. It's a helicopter.
--then she twirled around the room flying her helicopter.
Exhibit C:
Me: What is that Tess? A helicopter?
Tess: No, it's not a helicopter. It's a hammer!
--it's been a hammer since.
This is her cheesing for me, when I asked her to smile. I should have videotaped it because it was one of the first times she has smiled on command for me. So, more like constipation than glee.
This was a little better:
Don't you love the colors on her hammer? We were listening to one of my favorite Bob Marley songs when she built it. She da rasta baby mon! Listen to it:
Hammer by Bob Marley
Tess got a bunch of legos for Christmas, and it's been really fun the last couple days seeing how creative she gets. I'll show a few of her most recent creations:
Exhibit A:
Me: What is that Tess? The letter T?
Tess: Yes!
Exhibit B:
Me: What is that Tess? The letter T?
Tess: No. It's a helicopter.
--then she twirled around the room flying her helicopter.
Exhibit C:
Me: What is that Tess? A helicopter?
Tess: No, it's not a helicopter. It's a hammer!
--it's been a hammer since.
This is her cheesing for me, when I asked her to smile. I should have videotaped it because it was one of the first times she has smiled on command for me. So, more like constipation than glee.
This was a little better:
Don't you love the colors on her hammer? We were listening to one of my favorite Bob Marley songs when she built it. She da rasta baby mon! Listen to it:
Hammer by Bob Marley
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Centennial Park...
We got hit by an ice storm here in Atlanta. It shut the city down for a week. We were basically living like cavemen...except with central heating...a fridge full of food...TV...internet...So, yeah, it was pretty rough. But we survived. This is how we pretty much spent the entire time stuck inside:
Did you notice those were taken on two different days? She got off the chair long enough to change her clothes. Luckily, this week has been surprisingly warm (at least to us--it might be normal for Atlantans). Because of the great weather, we decided to finally explore some of the city. We were going to go to the Aquarium, but decided in the end to not spend money, and we played in Centennial Park for free instead. Tess was in heaven. Unbeknownst to us, children actually like playing outdoors from time to time. And picture bombardment:
Playing around the olympic rings fountain. We're excited to come back here in the summer when it makes sense to play in these.
The park had a couple of playgrounds that Tess couldn't get enough of:
Did you notice those were taken on two different days? She got off the chair long enough to change her clothes. Luckily, this week has been surprisingly warm (at least to us--it might be normal for Atlantans). Because of the great weather, we decided to finally explore some of the city. We were going to go to the Aquarium, but decided in the end to not spend money, and we played in Centennial Park for free instead. Tess was in heaven. Unbeknownst to us, children actually like playing outdoors from time to time. And picture bombardment:
Playing around the olympic rings fountain. We're excited to come back here in the summer when it makes sense to play in these.
The park had a couple of playgrounds that Tess couldn't get enough of:
AAAAaaaaaahhhhhh...
I've really tried to encourage Tessa's creativity...until now. Jaime and I were having a pleasant conversation on the couch the other day, when Tess brought her latest masterpiece to us:
We lock our bedroom door at night now. I'm pretty sure I've seen this exact picture in a horror movie. Why are little kids so creepy?
We lock our bedroom door at night now. I'm pretty sure I've seen this exact picture in a horror movie. Why are little kids so creepy?
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
High Museum...
Guess which exhibit we went to see today at the High Museum...
That's right, the Salvador Dali exhibit. It was a spontaneous trip. Jaime swears I didn't tell her beforehand that we were going, but I'm pretty sure I let her know well in advance...as we were getting in the car to run a couple of errands.
We dragged Tess along too. We mainly got her to agree to it by telling her we were going to ride the train downtown. On the train:
Doing Tess' hair on the train cause there wasn't time before. I woke up at the crack of 9:45 when Jaime was bringing Tess into the bed as she was running out the door for choir practice. Then Tess and I got a little too caught up watching cartoons to bother with combing our hair. So, Jaime stepped up on the train. I at least got her dressed. It's funny how she always picks her "I love my daddy" shirt when I help her get dressed.
At the museum, she made sure everyone (in Atlanta) knew she didn't want to be there. I guess it might have had something to do with it being her naptime. Luckily, the museum does have a childrens area, so Tess got to do a little painting. We let the museum keep her masterpiece. No charge. We like to support our local museums.
Finally leaving. She's happy again because we're heading back to the train:
That's right, the Salvador Dali exhibit. It was a spontaneous trip. Jaime swears I didn't tell her beforehand that we were going, but I'm pretty sure I let her know well in advance...as we were getting in the car to run a couple of errands.
We dragged Tess along too. We mainly got her to agree to it by telling her we were going to ride the train downtown. On the train:
Doing Tess' hair on the train cause there wasn't time before. I woke up at the crack of 9:45 when Jaime was bringing Tess into the bed as she was running out the door for choir practice. Then Tess and I got a little too caught up watching cartoons to bother with combing our hair. So, Jaime stepped up on the train. I at least got her dressed. It's funny how she always picks her "I love my daddy" shirt when I help her get dressed.
At the museum, she made sure everyone (in Atlanta) knew she didn't want to be there. I guess it might have had something to do with it being her naptime. Luckily, the museum does have a childrens area, so Tess got to do a little painting. We let the museum keep her masterpiece. No charge. We like to support our local museums.
Finally leaving. She's happy again because we're heading back to the train:
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