Conversations With Georgia

Somehow we’ve allowed you to get in the habit of sleeping with your overhead light on at night. We’re trying to break this habit, and last night we had a breakthrough.

Georgia: Mommy, I can’t see when I close my eyes at night.
Mommy: realizes she is concerned about this You’re not supposed to be able to see when you close your eyes.
G: having a light bulb moment
M: I can’t see when I close my eyes.
G: points toward Palmer’s room And baby Palmer?
M: Baby Palmer can’t see when he closes his eyes.
G: And daddy?
M: Daddy can’t see when he closes his eyes, either. Nobody can. You’re not supposed to be able to see when you close your eyes.
G: continues to put the pieces together Can you turn that light on (points to night light) and turn that light off (points to overhead light)?
M: I sure can.

Blue Steel

Sweetness

Conversations With Georgia

I’ve been wanting to enroll you in gymnastics for a while. I started when I was two, and it’s something that I really want to share with you. We were supposed to go check out a gym this morning but ended up in the doctor’s office instead. You have strep throat. You look absolutely awful! Your nose is runny and your eyes are red and puffy and leaky.

You are beyond disappointed that you didn’t get to go to the gym (or dance class, as you call it). Here’s a conversation we had about a billion times today:

Georgia: Are we going to go to the dance class?
Mommy: No, honey, not today.
G: But I want to go to the dance class.
M: We can’t go when you’re sick.
G: Because I get all my friends sick?
M: That’s right. We don’t want to get all the other kids in the class sick.
G: Then they be sad?
M: Uh huh. We’ll go when you feel better.
G: immediately replies My feel all better.

Loves Bikes

Windowsill

Mommy Time

Sweet Little Man

Conversations With Palmer

While in the Nordstrom children's shoe department:

Palmer: Eh! (points)
Mommy: You see the bike up there? (they have a bike on display on a high shelf)
P: bac oom (points)
M: That's not a vacuum, that's a bike. Can you say 'bike?'
P: bac oom (points at bike again)
M: No, say 'bike.' Look at my lips, 'bike.'
P: bac oom (points at balloon)
M: That's a balloon. Can you say 'balloon?'
P: bac oom (points at another bike on display)
M: That's another bike.
Georgia: That's not a bike that's a car.
M: Well whatever it is it isn't a vacuum.

Just about everything is "vacuum" to you these days. Earlier this week you said "Mickey" and pointed to Mickey Mouse while watching TV. I think I also heard you say "ball," but everything is pretty much a vacuum.

Do My Eyes Deceive

or is that a barette in your hair? Today out of the blue you decided you wanted two barettes in your hair. I found them on a table a couple of hours later still clasped and sprouting hairs that had obviously been ripped from your head upon removal.

Cheeks!

'How Old Are You?'

It's Non-Toxic

Picassos on the Porch

Seconds Later You Ripped Your Pigtails Out

Shaving Cream Bath

Daddy's Birthday Girl

Climbing Down Off Your Bed

Pack 'n Play Full of Dirty Clothes

Posing

Palmer's New Words

I think you're finally getting frustrated enough that we can't understand what you want that you've decided to try speaking actual words. Many of your words sound the same:
ga ga = Georgia, racecar
ma ma = mine, milk
mamamamamama = mom I want something NOW

But yesterday you added two larger words to your vocabulary:
bacuum = vacuum
ceweuh = cereal

Making Valentine's Cupcakes for Georgia's Teachers

Perhaps "licking the bowl" would be a better title.

Building Castles

Georgia's Birthday Party

The party was sponsored by AC Delco and Castrol.




Blowing up balloons with daddy.


All smiles with her balloons.


Palmer didn't enjoy the race car much. Georgia wouldn't even get in it.


The closest I got to getting a picture of all three of you in front of the car.


Whose party is this, again? When daddy started up the engine you and your brother bawled.


Williams racing.


Which way to Talladega?


Can't wipe the smile off his face.


I think you got a little case of stage fright with 70 people singing "happy birthday" to you. You wouldn't blow out your candles so your friend Savannah kindly helped.


Mmmmmm...chocolate cake.


Savannah took a couple of good whacks at the princess pinata.






Majestic.


One last shot before loading up the car.

Grammy Visits