Thursday, January 30, 2014

So this just happened...my little Picasso.

Clara and I just got home from her visit with her Nana.  She went into her room and pointed to the blue tin of markers and her drawing pad and said: "Draw."

I took down the supplies and took the caps off the washable markers as she picked out colors.  Up until this instant Clara has been content to draw lines and squiggles and the occasional circle.  But today she was on a different mission.  First she used the green and the red and explained to me that it was a tree.  Then in the corner she drew some little shapes that she pointed to and kept saying: "Tweet. Tweet."  Birds.  Okay.  Then she drew with some yellow.  I asked her what it was and she said "House."  And surprisingly, it does sort of look like a house.  A yellow cave sort of a house.

I would have chalked this all up to an eager mom's misinterpretation but she returned to the drawing to point out her "tree," her "tweet tweet," and her "house."

I am floored.  You be the judge.

Clara's Drawing 1.30.14 

Saturday, January 18, 2014

I love cheese!

Clara is now one and a half years old.  It's so nice to be able to say: "One and a half" when asked her age instead of trying to tally up the months. In honor of this new moniker, Clara has decided it's time to really start talking.  It's startling every time she blurts out a new word or a tiny sentence.  Also, it's amusing that everything she says seems to end with an exclamation point.

Some of her favorites include:

Whoops!            
Sock! (while pulling off her sock and handing it to me)
A cup!
Binkie!
Shoe!
Turtle!
Yellow!
Purple!
Bubbles!
Hello?!
(while pretending whatever she's holding is a phone she's answering - binkie, keys, remote control)
Yes!
Okay!
Oh no! 
Treats!
Aaaa-choo! (she pretends to sneeze then laughs)
Soup..yum yum yum!" (while pretending to make soup in her play kitchen)
No..no...no! (while waggling one finger at me like an old granny)
Thank you! (when handing me anything, or I hand her something)
"P.U!" (said cheerily when realizing she has a poopy diaper)
I love you!
I love cheese!
Today, when asked by her dad what she would like to have for dinner she replied: "A kiss!" 

Congratulations, Clara.  I can't wait to hear what comes out of your mouth next.





Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Happy New Year, Clara.

It's January 1st, 2014.  Clara ia just a few days shy of a year and a half.  What a year.


Updates on Clara.

She likes to blow kisses and hug her dolls.

She still loves to pick up rocks and carry them for blocks.  Telling me quite clearly: "A rock."

She likes to count in a haphazard non-sequential kind of way.  "Two...three...two...two...three...one."

She loves singing songs and can sing the melody (if not all the words) on key...which I find amazing.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The ABC song, and The Hello Song are some of her greatest hits.

She loves her new Picnic basket toy.  Today she took out the orange and the cookie, held them out to me and said: "Circle."  I think she's a better abstract thinker than I am.

She likes to pour water on the coffee table.  Until recently she waited for me to come and clean it up. Yesterday I was busy on the computer and Clara walked in talking a blue streak.  I told her I would be with her in a minute and noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was draggin a pair of my pants out of the bedroom.

When I went out into the living room I was greeted by a delighted Clara who having poured water all over the coffee table, had tried to clean it up with the tiny tablecloth from her picnic set.  When that failed to do the job she went in search of a bigger piece of cloth. My pants as it turned out, were perfectly suited to the task.  I thanked her for her help.  

As a mother I am amazed by the parents whose children know the "Clean up song" and can put away their toys.  I think Clara was trying to show me that she doesn't need a Clean Up song to get the job done.  

Next week I plan to show her the mop.  Just kidding....I think.

I look forward to another year of amazing Clara.