Mischief or Curiosity?

Little Cecily's toddlerhood could be defined in one word, "mischief". I've truly learned my lesson that any time there is silence from her that I will, not most likely, but surely find her in some sort mischief. And sadly, this is also relevant for silence while in the same room together, silence five feet away from me, and silence right next to me. I'm positive that by the time she turns three I will have been conditioned to never turn my back away from her. 

Just since 4 o'clock today we've had poop on the floor (and all over her), my knitting yarn tangled and her tangled in it (this was three feet away from me), and a toy ripped open with her teeth to reveal little plastic beads everywhere that had the unfortunate likeness of Nerd candy (and this was right next to me while she, Oliver, and I were talking about a primary song). Of course there was brushing her teeth with candy in her mouth and dipping garlic bread into her applesauce only to waste both, but that's just normal kid stuff - right? 

The one place she can't find mischief (knocks on wood*) . . . 

The Little Mermaid

We're watching The Little Mermaid and Oliver can't handle the possibility of Sebastian being eaten. He's whining and and asking if he'll get away. But now there's physical comedy involved with Sebastian pinching the chef's nose and Oliver can't reconcile the two. He's crying "No!" and laughing boisterously each time someone gets hit. Pretty sure Oliver is convinced that the chef is the biggest villain of the movie. Future vegetarian being raised unintentionally right here. 

Look At My Heart!

Oliver: Mom! Come look at my heart! 

Mom: Mmm, okay sweetie in a minute.

Oliver: (huffs) Okay, because you're taking a nap?

Later . . . 

Oliver: Mom! Come look at my heart now!

Mom: Okay, show me your heart.

(A heart shape is on the floor, made from all the Kinex pushed around to make the shape)

Mom: Wow! That is a heart! Good job bud!

Oliver: I made it because I love you. 

Mom: I love you too sweetie.

After a hug (of course) . . .

Oliver: I don't ever want you to die Mom. 

. . . a discussion on the afterlife and the resurrection ensue. 

Read the Instructions

While watching Joseph of Egypt (the animated version) . . .

(A montage where Joseph gets married and the next scene shows him with a newborn baby)

Oliver: Mom, when you get married again a baby will come out.

Me: Well, after you marry you can make a baby with a girl. A boy and girl make a baby together.

Oliver: But I don't have any instructions! Can you give me the instructions?

Me: Well, when you get older Mom and Dad will have a talk with you about it, and when you get married you'll figure the rest out. 

Oliver: But I want the instructions now! 

Me: . . .

Colbert Park

Because Monday wasn't enough to fill our outside quota before the icy tundra of death rolls in we headed to a new to us park, Colbert Park. 

4 hours of park was fun (even though it still wasn't enough) and we had the dirty hands and faces to prove it.

Post-Park Park Excursion

After the day at Homer lake (preceded by aerobics for Mommy and running around the gym for the kids) we decided it just wasn't enough and visited Mattis Park to wait for Dad to get off from work. 

Running with weed flower. 

Putting weed flower in mouth.

Sad weed flower face. 

Random rest on the concrete.

Chasing squirrels.

Playing with weed flower part deux. 

The end to a lovely day. 

Homer Lake

Trying to enjoy the Autmnal weather and landscape before it all dies and turns an ugly grey. Just trying to keep positive about the upcoming winter months.

Lunch before we set out.

Throwing leaves into the waterfall feature.

Spent some time at the sand pit and naturescape.

Watching and poking things.

Probably the most exciting part of Oliver's day was to watch this elderly couple fish. They were patient enough to field all his of his questions. He'd stop and watch, and ask a question. Then bolt around to a different part of the dock, and ask another question. Then dash over to the equipment to inspect it - and ask another question. Look, bolt, ask question was the pattern for about 30 minutes. Occasionally there'd be a jump, pose, and shout of excitement. But really there just wasn't enough time to rotate this sequence in with all that was going on, as shown in the following pictures:

Cecily happily took to fishing as well. 

It's Happened Again!

I turn on some doo-wop music in the car.

Cecily: Turn it off! 

Me: Turn it off?!

Cecily: That's not music! 

On a good note she can recognize the sound of the piano and the violin. 

The Day Cecily Asked to Wash Her Hands . . .

. .  . and climbed into the sink instead. 

The Casting of Star Wars

Cecily is currently potty training. And while I waited in the bathroom with her we began to have a discussion, hopefully interpretive, of the bathroom wall art. 

Points to C3PO: "That's Mommy (?)"

Points to Darth Vader: "That's Daddy."

Points to Chewbaca: "That's a doggy."

Points to Yoda: "That's a issionary"(missionary perhaps).

A Very Pooh Moment

While sitting eating at the table and looking at his reflection in the back glass sliding door.

Oliver: Who are you?

You are me!

You go this way and I'll go that way. 

(Runs around the room and comes back to his reflection, this time right up against the door).

Did you say something? Neither did I. 

Can I Catch a Mermaid?

Today in the car on the way home from Homer lake.

Oliver: Mom, can we go fishing?

Mom: Maybe on the weekend sweetie.

Oliver: Can I catch a fish?

Mom: Maybe

Oliver: Can I catch a mermaid?

A few days ago while looking at some horses in a pasture . . .

Mom: . . . and they cut his mane, isn't it pretty?

Oliver: Who did?

Mom: Probably someone who takes care of the animals.

Oliver: I want to take care of all the animals and feed them.

While reading a nursery rhyme about taking the pig to market . . .

Oliver: Why is that boy taking that pig to market? 

Mom: Probably to sell him.

Oliver: Why?

Mom: So someone can eat him. 

Oliver: I'll save him. And I'll save all the animals when I grow up. 

Let's just say that our little vegetarian has said that he will 'save all the animals' on multiple occasions. Including when we ask him to try his meat at mealtime.