Monday, December 13, 2010

My fashionista

I let Emily have complete reign over her wardrobe today, and this is what she picked. The thing the picture doesn't quite show is that she's wearing four pairs of pants and three shirts. Love it.

And this is just because I know people want to see pictures of the little man.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Cooking adventures and sibling love

It is ironic that when life is the most full of news to share, or experiences I want to write about, it is the hardest to find time to write about it. But the kids are miracously still sleeping, so I'll squeeze in what I can, unpolished as it is.

Emily and I baked for the first time this past week. I let her dump in the stuff I measured out, gave her a scraper to poke the dough with, and had her place the balls of dough on the cookie sheet. She loved it. She'd get these deep looks at concentration as she watched me and as I'd give her jobs, and she was so proud of herself when she'd do it. She also thoroughly enjoyed the fruits of her labors. Oddly enough, Emily doesn't like chocolate (is she really my child?), so we made gingersnaps, and oh boy, I've never seen her take to junk food like that. She was excited to bring one of her cookies to her dad, but then immediately took it out of his hands and stuffed it in her mouth. At least she wanted to share, right?

I think my favorite part of mothering two has been to see the way the two of them interact. Emily loves her brother, and loves to take care of him. She jabbers at him, hugs and kisses him, throws away his dirty diapers, and rubs his back when he's gassy. Yesterday she was even demonstrating prayer to him. Melts my heart. And Elliot seems to love her back. Well, he seems to be simultaneously fascinated and somewhat terrified of her. His eyes always get really wide and his breathing gets faster when she's nearby, but he just can't take his eyes off of her when she's nearby. And he's been smiling a lot at her, so I think that means he likes her.
OK, the kiddos just woke up, so I'm off!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

You have a weird world, Elmo

Don’t get me wrong - I have nothing but love for the little furry red monster. If the past few days are any indication, I’m not going to survive flu season without his assistance. But am I the only one who thinks Elmo’s World is really bizarre? I say this having only watched three segments of it, but here are some of my observations:

I know that it is supposed to be a room that Elmo drew from his imagination and all, but seriously, do you have to show him taking a crayon to the curtains in the theme song? Really? Parents freaked out until they made Cookie Monster extol the virtues of radishes because they thought his original diet was a bad example, but no one seems to care Elmo is coloring on furniture.

I think the point of Mr. Noodle is so Elmo can gloat about his superiority. Elmo asks him questions (that he already knows the answers to) that are clearly beyond Mr. Noodle’s intellectual capabilities, and then the disembodied children’s voices laugh at his attempts to answer them. How cruel is that? And while we’re on the subject of Mr. Noodle, am I the only one that thinks it is creepy that a grown man is constantly standing outside Elmo’s window?

I don’t think Elmo is very bright. Episode after episode, he insists on asking a baby to answer a question, and it just stares blankly at the camera. The baby NEVER answers the question, but Elmo keeps asking week after week, and then laughing when the baby doesn’t reply. Maybe it is part of the same superiority complex that he has with Mr. Noodle.

I'm fine with the Elmo of standard Sesame Street fare, but I’m not sure I can handle Elmo’s World.