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  • The frog in my throat, and other calamities

    I've had a cold this week, no doubt partly as a result of the exhaustion and sleeplessness of our potty training intensive last weekend. The other day, my voice sounding particularly scratchy and ridiculous, I told the girls that I had a frog in my throat. Of course, I quickly realized that this would sound absurd to them, and explained that I didn't actually have a frog in my throat; it was just an expression. (Like that would really clear things up.) "Sort of like a joke," I clarified. They chewed on this for a little while (not literally), and somehow it became, "You have a frog in your mouth so that's why you make a funny joke!"  

     

    I rather like this interpretation -- that there's some kind of comedian amphibian in my mouth, and every time I open my mouth to speak, he comes out with a joke -- "What is the deal with toads? I mean, they look like frogs, but the fuckers can't swim!" --  in his hoarse (not horse) froggy voice.

     

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  • Parlez-Vous Toddler?

     With Elsa and Clio talking so much, and able to communicate increasingly complex thoughts -- why, just yesterday Clio was commenting that while the media frenzy over the Henry Gates/Cambridge police issue was lamentable, it has spurred some important conversations about race in America -- it's easy for me to get into the mindset that everyone should understand what they're saying as well as Alastair and I do. But the fact is, a lot of what they say is still unintelligible to the larger world. 

     

    Which I guess shouldn't come as a surprise. While it's immediately clear to me that "We goto go on da feeeeg go inda kye!" means "We're going to go on the swings and go up in the sky!" ( I also know that "up in the sky" means way up high, though the exact moment at which "sky" highness is attained remains a bit of a mystery) I can't expect someone who doesn't spend huge amounts of time with the girls to know that.

     

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  • Have we reached Peak Cuteness?

     Every time I can't think the girls can't get any more adorable, they do. Starting when they were around seven or eight months old, I think I started saying, "this is it. This is the best age ever. They can't possibly get any cuter  than this." And then, by golly, they did. They did even funnier more engaging things. They said even cuter stuff. There was, admittedly, a brief period between eighteen and twenty-four months, when I was just as likely to say "It can't possibly get any harder than this..." But the past few months, things have definitely been on the upswing again.

     

    And seriously, two-and-a-half -- today, exactly! -- has got to be the cutest possible age. It's gotta all be downhill after here, right? The girls still have a bit of that baby pudge and innocence. They still have the un-self-consciously gleeful giggles of toddlers, and take pleasure in simple things -- running around in circles and falling down on the grass, putting stickers on themselves, digging in the dirt. They like to cuddle. But they're also curious and aware of what's going on around them (I'm constantly surprised by how much they remember and pick up on.) They "read" books by themselves. And they talk -- Lord, how they talk. They crack us up on an almost daily basis with the stuff that comes out of their mouths. (Me: Clio, what is your stuffed doggie named? Clio: Cpthtoth. Me: What? Cpthoth?  Clio: Yeah, Gaby Gaby Cpthoth.)

     

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  • My stinky winky daughters

    I thought that the whole phase of finding it funny to say things like "stinky poo poo" and "Pee-yew, stinky winky" and so on, came later. Like, at three or four or later. When the sense of taboo around these kinds of things was a little more developed. But apparently, two-and-a-half is not too young for kids to have a sense of the silly stinkies.

     

    As usual, of course, we are partly to blame, for asking such stupid things as "who made a stinky poo poo?" And their regualr babysitter is apparently a big "Pee-yew"er, because sometimes when I change the girls' diapers or take their socks off they'll say "Pee-yew!" followed by a giggly "Adriana say that!" I suspect she is the one who put "stinky winky" into their vocabularies as well, because I don't recall either Alastair or I ever saying it. But this morning, the girls were drawing all manner of stinky-winky animals: a stinky winky penguin, a stinky winky whale, a stinky winky sheep. Our friend the stinky stinky bat was back, too.

     

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  • Entering the Cute Quip Zone

     

    Yes! We're here! I've been so looking forward to this stage of the girls' development. Not that I haven't enjoyed the other stages, mind you, but this is really a lot of fun: the Stage Wherein the Kids Say the Darnedest Things.

     

    I think this lasts for a while, and probably will reach its cuteness peak when the girls are around four. But it's pretty damned cute now, hearing the funny and surprising things that are coming out of their mouths now that their verbal abilities expanding at warp-speed. I will try to refrain from posting every adorable thing they say here, because obviously the adorable things that kids say are much more adorable to their own parents than to the world at large. But I hope you'll indulge me on occasion. (This occasion being one of those.)

     

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  • Becoming "Mom"

    Clio has been calling me "Mom" on occasion these days. I'm not sure exactly how she picked it up -- maybe from hearing A. and I address our mothers as "mom" on various occasions -- but she does it in an almost mischievous manner, like she's checking it out to see if it works / she can get away with it. I can't say I like it. She sounds way too grown up when she says it, and I feel way too un-grown-up to be called it.

     

    There's a difference between being a "mommy" and a "mom." A "Mommy" is someone young and vibrant, possibly even hip. She plays and laughs with her adoring young children, kisses their boo-boos when they fall down, tucks them into bed at night. But a "Mom"? Entirely different. A mom is a frumpy someone you argue with and roll your eyes at. She wears bad jeans and has an outdated haircut and drives a mini-van with a "My child was student of the month..." bumper sticker on the back. She's worrywort. She's a nag. You wish she'd just leave you alone.

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  • Overheard

    A definite check in the "positives" column for having twin toddlers: getting to hear them talk to each other. Yesterday morning, while I was getting ready for work, the girls woke up and I overheard the following conversation:

     

    Elsa: (excited) I making a big poopie, Kee-o!

    Clio: (No response)

    Elsa: (Even more excited) I make a BIG poopie, Kee-o!

    Clio: (Conciliatory) That's OK, Elsa.

     

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  • Absurdity Spoken Here

    Since the day Elsa and Clio were born, I looked forward to when they'd be able to talk. I couldn't wait to be able to communicate with them verbally, and find out what was going through their little minds. It is, indeed, a lot of fun to see them adding new words and phrases to their vocabulary daily, and stringing little sentences together with increasing alacrity. I love that they can express their needs and wants more easily now. The only problem: what they need and want is frequently INSANE AND ILLOGICAL AND RIDICULOUS.

     

    At the moment, it's Clio in particular whose "needs" are often exasperating. If, for example, I bring out two completely identical bowls of applesauce -- same color, same size, same amount, etc. -- and put one down in front of Clio and one in front of Elsa, Clio will point to the bowl I give her and say (scream), "No, dat's Elsa's!"  So I will switch the bowls (thank God Elsa is a little more chill about this kind of thing), thinking it's a quick and easy fix to the problem. Ha ha ha. No. Because althought it was Elsa's bowl (clearly) it had Clio's spoon in it. So now Clio is screaming "No, dat's Clio 'poon! Dat Clio pooooooon!!" so I switch the spoons. Fine. Whatever. BUT -- silly me, I didn't wipe the spoon off before transferring it, so it still contains some of Elsa's applesauce (are you following all this?) which is completely unacceptable to Clio. She holds the spoon out toward her sister, now screaming quite frantically "No! Dat Elsa's appasauce! Dat Elsa's! Elsa have Clio applesauce! Dat Clio's!"

     

    And on and on it goes.

     

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  • Word Girls

     

    Over the past few weeks, it seems like the girls' language development has shifted into warp speed. I am amazed by how quickly they learn and retain new words, and they're getting better and better at stringing little phrases and sentences together. You can even sort of have a conversation with them. Granted, it may be a slightly absurd and ridiculous conversation, but a conversation nevertheless. Yesterday morning, when I went into the girls' room to get them up and dressed, Clio and I had the following exchange (she is decidedly the more advanced of the two of them when it comes to language, and loves repeating whatever we say):


    Me: Good morning, girls.

    Clio: Mommy here!

    Me: Yep, mommy's here.

    Clio: Mommy go to work?

    Me: No, Mommy's not going to work today. It's Sunday. So Mommy's staying home and we're going to play.

    Clio: Staying home going to play! (pause) Mommy take a shower?

    Me: Yeah, Mommy will take a shower later, but right now we're going to get you girls dressed and go downstairs and have breakfast.

    Clio: Go downstairs have breakfast! (pause) Have waffles?

    Me: Sure, we can have waffles.

    Clio: And milk?

    Me: And milk.

    Clio: And yogurt?

    Me: Sure, why not.

    Clio: Why not! (Pause) Daddy sleeping?

    Me: Yep, Daddy's sleeping.

    Clio: Daddy sleeping. (Pause) Wake up, daddy! Take a shower!

     

     

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  • Little Sponges

    OK, this language learning thing is getting out of control. I am flabbergasted by how quickly the girls are picking up words and making connections between things now. Almost every day, something comes out of their mouths that surprises and astounds me. The other day we were reading a book together -- many of you probably know it: it's that Sandra Boynton one where all the animals have on different colored clothes, and the turkey always screws up, putting the socks on his wings or the pants on his head or whatever: "Oops!"  At the end (SPOILER ALERT!) the turkey finally gets it right and puts all his clothes on the right way, and then proceeds to jump into a pool. ("Oops!")

     

    Now, I have read this book to the girls a number of times before, but I wouldn't say it's been in heavy rotation. When I read it to them the other day, it was the first time in a while. But wouldn't you know it, when we got to the last page, Elsa pointed and said "pool!" How did she know that? She's never been in a pool, has only seen one a few times, from afar, and as far as I know her main exposure to the word would have been through occasional reading of this book. And yet, there it was, clear as chlorinated water before a clothed turkey has jumped into it: "pool!" This word -- like so many others -- was apparently just sitting there in the recesses of her little brain, waiting for an occasion to be used.

     

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  • Sessa and Kee-o

    One of the loveliest parts about having twins is watching the relationship between them develop. When I was pregnant, lots of parents of twins mentioned this by way of encouragement / consolation: yes, it's really hard, but it's so amazing when they start really interacting. And it's a great, great thing when they can start keeping each other entertained, so you don't have to all the time.

     

    True, true, true. But it takes a while. For the first several months of their lives, Elsa and Clio were pretty much oblivious to each other. This is understandable, I guess; If I'd spent nine months crammed in with another person in a space the size of a small watermelon, I'd want a little space, too.

     

    Once they could sit up and crawl, they started to do things like take toys, bottles and pacifiers away from each other -- generally without incident. (Hm. I had a block, now I don't. Whaddya know about that?) When they became bipedal, they began having the occasional playful wrestling match, which would start with giggling and inevitably end with tears. (Usually from Clio, who Elsa has a habit of "loving" a bit roughly at times.) Hitting, pushing and hair pulling, both innocent and with intent to harm, followed. As I wrote in a recent post, refereeing between the two of them has become an increasingly large part of my role as a parent.

     

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  • Not nice.

    Over the past week, Clio has suddenly started using two-word phrases left and right. Things like "More milk," "Clio's shoes," and "You betcha." (Just kiddin' about that last one, folks! *wink*).

     

    One of the more interesting phrases is "not nice." It first surfaced (to my knowledge) last Thursday night when my friend Megan and her 17-month-old daughter, Marlie, were over for a pre-VP debate play-date. Marlie made an attempt to sit in Clio's little easy chair, and Clio waved her hand at her and said, quite sternly, what sounded like, "Nah Nye!" It was Megan who figured out what it meant.

     

    It blew me away, and yet it made perfect sense -- we use the phrase all the time, when the girls steal each other's toys, food, etc. or misbehave on their own. "That's not nice to take your sister's graham cracker." "It's not nice to throw your broccoli on the floor and laugh maniacally." etc.  I was so impressed with Clio that it didn't occur to me to tell her that it was also "not nice" for her not to let Marlie sit in her chair. (Not that it would have done any good.)

     

     

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  • The 20-month bump

    I'm sure I've said this before, but every few months or so, it feels like the girls make a great leap forward developmentally. They can be cruising along at more or less the same social / verbal / physical level for weeks and weeks, then all of a sudden, they surge forward on the winding path from babyhood to childhood.

     

     

     

    The latest leap seemed to coincide with our recent vacation, (which I think is part of what made it an especially rewarding trip) and was all kinds of fun to experience. The novelty will no doubt wear off soon enough, but there have been some particularly heartwarming and adorable developments.

     

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  • The 18-month Lull

    As of this weekend -- Saturday, to be precise -- Elsa and Clio are 18 months old. Or one-and-a-half, as Alastair prefers to say. He thinks they're old enough to be referred to in years now, but I want to hang onto their babydom just a little while longer, so I shall keep referring to them in months. But only until they're thirteen.

     

    The last few months have been, admittedly, rather challenging at times. I think it peaked at sixteen months, around the time I wrote this post, whining about the physical exhaustion of running around after two very active, very needy toddlers. But I feel like in the past couple of weeks, things have turned a corner. Maybe it's because the girls have gotten a bit more physically confident and independent -- they don't fall flat on their faces quite as often, or get as upset when they do. Or maybe it's because their language skills are suddenly blossoming, so it's a little easier to understand what they want -- not to mention a helluva lot of fun teaching them new words. Or maybe it's just because we've adjusted. Just as the line of babyproofing in our house grows higher and higher (They can almost reach the kitchen counter now! Damn!) our patience and endurance climb to keep pace with their level of energy and interactivity.

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  • Waffles and Bubbles and Flowers, Oh my!

    The whole language acquisition thing seems to be picking up 'round here. The girls keep surprising me with new words. Last week, I was getting the their breakfast ready -- Kashi waffles topped with applesauce, always a big hit -- and when I brought it to them, Elsa exclaimed "wa-foo!"

     

    Oblivious as always, I first just smiled and repeated, in my dopey mom voice, "Yeah, wa-foo!" and then it hit me: by George, the girl is saying waffle! How long has she known this? Has she been holding out on me? Practicing in her crib at night? What else can she say? Pancakes? Eggs Benedict? So, of course, I started hooting "Yes! Waffles! That's right! Good girl! Waffles!" and trying to find ways to use "waffle" logically in sentences for the rest of the day. ("Remember at breakfast when you ate a waffle?" "You look very waffle today, Elsa!" "Dinnertime! We're not having waffles!")

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  • The Word of the Month Club

    In the beginning -- well, back when the girls were around 11 months old -- there was "Dah!" meaning dog, (or pretty much anything with four legs) and it was good. About a month later came "nana" (banana, then any food), and soon after that it was "cah" (car) and "shizz" (shoes) and so on. But it seemed like each time a new word was acquired, the old one suddenly fell out of fashion and they'd rarely if ever say it. (Dah? What's a dah? Come on, Mommy, let's talk about shizz!)

     

     

    There are definitely still word "fads" around here -- "babies" is the big one this week -- but in the last month or so it seems like finally the girls are hanging onto multiple words, and employing them with increasing accuracy. Clio is the more verbal of the two; she tends to use more words (and signs) than Elsa, and is eager to learn new ones. Elsa, meanwhile, is more interested in honing her gross motor skills (i.e. climbing, pillaging, plundering, ransacking).  Of course, we suspected all along that this might be the case. Elsa was always ahead physically, but Clio started cooing and babbling well before she did. Ah, yes, I remember it well.....(Flashback! Wavy screen....)

     

     

     

    Ha -- at the time, this seemed incredibly impressive and interactive to us. It's all relative, ain't it?

     

    Anyway, we're having fun seeing both girls add more words to their vocabularies. I'd say between them they have maybe 10 or so in all, and they obviously understand much more than that. But the real language "explosion" that I hear people talk about hasn't come yet. In fact, I think in general E & C are a little behind the curve in their language acquisition skills. I'm not worried, though. It's supposedly normal for twins to talk later than singleton kids. It can be due in part to premature birth (not the case here, as ours were born at a healthy 37 weeks, at 5 pounds each), but can also be a result of the way caregivers communicate and interact with twins. It's a little sad, actually: twins don't get as much one-on-one time with parents or caregivers, so they don't get as many opportunities to learn and practice verbal communication. And because wrangling twins can be stressful and tiring, caregivers tend to talk to their kids a little less and use more quick directives ("drink your milk," "don't take your sister's book," "come here," etc.). Apparently this is why second children sometimes talk later, too.

     

    Then there's the "Twin talk" theory; that twins communicate with each other in their own "language," so they're slower to learn the language of us big people. I haven't really seen much evidence of this between Elsa and Clio, unless you count stealing toys or food away from each other causing the other to scream and cry as some special form of "communication." Or, maybe their twin talk is so secret and sophisticated that I don't even notice it. Maybe they send telepathic messages to each other: "Hey, mom's trying to get us ready to go out somewhere in the cah. Let's both poop!"

     

    I'm curious to hear from readers -- especially moms of twins -- when did the language thing really "take off" for your kids?

     



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One baby? Piece of cake. Try two. This working mother gives you the inside scoop on the ultimate in extreme parenting: twins.

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