Isaac can tell time! We've been talking about it for ages, as he has been very interested in it. For a while there, he would tell me what time the analog clock said and he would be completely wrong. LOL. He was basically just guessing. But we kept at it, and lately he's usually right.
He's also very interested in what the different times mean, e.g., he knows what times we usually leave in the morning ("oh my goodness, mama, we better get ready to go because it's seven fifty-five!") and when bedtime usually is ("oh my goodness mama, it's eight oh two, we better read some books and put on our pajamas"). Somehow this seems to fit in pretty well with his train obsession; after all, if he's going to be a train conductor, he'll have to know all about schedules and timing.... hee hee.
I don't know whether I've mentioned lately how much Ruthie loves to sing. She is always babbling, and sometimes lately her babbles sound like they ought to be words (but aren't), and often her babbles have a distinctly musical lilt to them, which is what I call singing. She also loves to dance to whatever music she happens to hear. She already knows how to turn on the music on the alarm-clock-radio that
whuffle gave us. Ruthie is definitely a music-loving girl. I have got to get us a CD player for the living room/kitchen. (we had one, but it died.)
In not-so-bragging news, last night Ruthie took a big bite out of a bar of Ivory soap. *facepalm* We were having a quick bath to wash off the sweat (temps in the 80s all week!) and I took my eyes off her for one minute to wash Isaac's hair, and...hey, what's that white thing in Ruthie's hand? the one with the big bite mark in it? Augh! *facepalm*
LOL, well, she seems fine so whatever. I guess this is second-child syndrome at its finest; I didn't even contemplate calling the doctor. heh.
He's also very interested in what the different times mean, e.g., he knows what times we usually leave in the morning ("oh my goodness, mama, we better get ready to go because it's seven fifty-five!") and when bedtime usually is ("oh my goodness mama, it's eight oh two, we better read some books and put on our pajamas"). Somehow this seems to fit in pretty well with his train obsession; after all, if he's going to be a train conductor, he'll have to know all about schedules and timing.... hee hee.
I don't know whether I've mentioned lately how much Ruthie loves to sing. She is always babbling, and sometimes lately her babbles sound like they ought to be words (but aren't), and often her babbles have a distinctly musical lilt to them, which is what I call singing. She also loves to dance to whatever music she happens to hear. She already knows how to turn on the music on the alarm-clock-radio that
In not-so-bragging news, last night Ruthie took a big bite out of a bar of Ivory soap. *facepalm* We were having a quick bath to wash off the sweat (temps in the 80s all week!) and I took my eyes off her for one minute to wash Isaac's hair, and...hey, what's that white thing in Ruthie's hand? the one with the big bite mark in it? Augh! *facepalm*
LOL, well, she seems fine so whatever. I guess this is second-child syndrome at its finest; I didn't even contemplate calling the doctor. heh.
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Date: 2007-05-11 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-12 02:40 am (UTC)Does Isaac preface everything with, "Oh my goodness, mama"?
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Date: 2007-05-12 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-12 11:48 am (UTC)