The Cow Whisperer

The other day the local farmers dropped off their cows on one of the hills close to our community.  It seems like that's their yearly thing to do.  But this year, I noticed that most of the 10 cows that got dropped off looked pregnant.  Not that I examined them closely or anything.  Just drove by, looked at them and saw it.

Sure enough just a week later, we saw 4 little ones and a couple more days later 4 more.

I didn't know I had it in me!

The Concept of Marriage

Our babysitter is getting married next month.  Our girls are being exposed to some new concepts and vocabulary like:  boyfriend, fiance, ring, wedding, etc. 

The other night, Klaudia came up to me with our wedding picture and started a little conversation:
"Mommy, is this from your wedding?"  I said: "Yes.  See this white dress?  This is what girls usually wear when they get married".  To which she replied:  "Kirsten is going to wear one, too".  I said:  "Yes.  And, see daddy?  He's wearing nice clothes, too."  To which she exclaimed:  "What!?  Daddy got married, too?"

Success?

WARNING!  If you get (easily) disgusted by 'bathroom things', stop reading/looking at pictures right now.

On May 16, 2012 Maya asked to be put on the toilet and for the very first time in her life was able to use it for both number 1 and 2.  Since then she's been requesting to be seated there between 5-10 times a day with no success.  The first week, I had hopes but soon learned that her wanting to sit on the toilet is just a game and no need to go to the bathroom.

Maya having fun using the toilet.

A couple of nights ago, Maya asked again to be helped to go to the bathroom.  After noticing that I had no intention of stopping doing the dishes only to play Maya's little game, Len decided to take her and put her on her potty.  As usual, she sat there for a while and then out of nowhere asked Len for some privacy.  When he came back to check on her with Klaudia after a couple of minutes, they both screamed:  "Mom, you've got to see this!"

I ran to the bathroom feeling proud of my peanut.  I knew she must have gone with at least number 1.  And, she did.  Here is what I saw when I entered the bathroom:

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...speaking of number two... (this is more for me to remember that it happened rather than to share with the rest of the world, but feel free to read on if it amuses you, too)

Right at the beginning when K learned how to use the toilet, she would categorize her number twos depending on their size.  One day she would say:  "I made daddy!", or "I made mommy and baby Maya".  Sometimes she would be more creative and give her "tootsie rolls" our neighbors' names.  But when we went camping last year, she surprised herself, and as gross as it may seem, it was so much fun to watch her.  As she was finished using the toilet, she quickly glanced back at what she produced and exclaimed:  "Mommy, look, it's ME!"



View From Our Window

For the last few weeks, we've had some deer hanging out in front of our kitchen window, but this was the first time we saw so many little ones.  

Taking Over My Cell Phone

This is what I find on my cell phone when K starts playing with it:

Happy 2nd Birthday!

Happy Birthday Mikie! Keep shining like the little star you are.

Happy 4th Birthday Klaudia Doll!

What a year has it been!  You got potty trained, you started preschool, piano lessons and you basically started to talk.  You're an awesome and very responsible big sister, great and patient playmate and our little perfectionist.   

You absolutely love your school, the kids there and your teachers, Ms. Elizabeth and Ms. Peggy.  You enjoy your dance classes.  Going to the park, riding your bike there and playing with your friends is probably your favorite. 

You're still a very picky eater, but at least you eat.  You're still very much into fruit - any kind, and mac and cheese. 

Dora the Explorer is still your hero. 

Happy Birthday our baby goose!