I promised to write a blog for Teia's birthday (or I was threatened, depending on one's point of view) then Big T's big day came and went and my blog entry was still left wanting. Our trip to Banff/Calgary/Sky Tower was a blur of little blondies running around and giving us little time to enjoy the mountains, cool air, grizzlies, and mountain bike trails the Canadian Rockies are so famous for, let alone giving me time to whip up a blog worthy of our T-ster.
Peach started out as 'Peach' due to her peachy-fuzz 'do in her earlier days. Unless you're reading this blog on a Crackberry, you'll notice that her hair is more golden-fleecy than peach-fuzzy these days, but the name has stuck. Her love of peaches hasn't hurt either (tho if love of a food item was the main criteria for nicknames, mine would be Nutella, Louise's would be Chocolate, and Kai's would probably be Clif-bah).
T-bar has become quite the ruler of the roost in the last few months. All the hard work, discipline, and standards that were applied to turn Kai into the good little soldier he is has gone completely out the window, down the rain gutter, into the Pacific ocean, and down the GI tract of some surly little fish. In other words, we have lost complete control of this child. In the morning, she stands up in the crib, cries till one of us arrives, and immediately demands what DVD is expected on the TV. And whoa be to the body who doesn't get that DVD purring post-haste! To complicate matters, multiple DVDs have the same call sign (e.g. "Thomas") so some quick Eject/Loads are sometimes required before we can leave the area. T-bar then takes up her perch on the chase to watch the DVD. During this time, we are expected to get her milk warmed and ready for the next word she speaks "Mulk!" Every now & then, she may wander into the kitchen, demand 'mulk' before its warm, take a few unsatisfying slurps, and thrust the bottle back at us: "Too cold!", with a furrowed brow to boot for emphasis.
Speaking of furrowed brows, T-bone is the queen of facial expressions. From a brow that can practically cast a shadow over her whole body, to squinty eyes of silliness, big "O" looks of surprise and pleasure, or sideway glances that would put a rabid Doberman back in its place, T-bone hardly needs words to make her motives and thoughts known in no-uncertain terms.
Meal times are moments of great family conversation, as long as the conversation centers around Teia's proximity to her chair: "Teia, get back in your seat", "Teia, sit down please", "Teia, don't drop food on the floor", etc. Kai is no great sitter in our dining room either, tho he's a champ on the bar stools in the kitchen. After 5-10 bites of 1/4 of her plate, Teia will exclaim "All done." If she's in a high-chair and we don't immediately acknowledge, this becomes "Allllll Donnnnee!", then "Mommy, all done! Daddy, all done!", then temper tantrum. If she's not in a high chair, no acknowledgements are required: she's all done and she's going to restart the DVD, damnit! Bribes and promises of dessert may or may not coerce her back to the seat.
Since the wedding, T-dawg has really enjoyed dancing, mostly with Dad, I'm proud to say! Dancing usually consists of us holding hands and her flailing about wildly until I can't hold on much longer and allow her to plop to the ground, giggling wildly. Occasionally, its a solo affair, full of raised elbows, circular running, and body gyrations that would also work if she were an alligator swimming through the water. Kai's world-famous 'Gordon Dance' is occasionally imitated too (tho never duplicated!)
I must admit I didn't believe Louise 2+ years ago when she claimed Tay-tay would be a feisty one (a very prescient prediction 36 hours after she was born!) But we've been eating our words ever since; Tay-tay's got some real piss & vinegar coursing through them little veins (but fortunately not ALL the time....)
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It is always so entertaining to read your blog. You certainly have a way with words Greg! We were smiling through the entire reading!
Mom & Mike
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