21 October 2009

Lost in Translation

Lori asked Matt what was on Abby's shirt. This is his answer.

First person to translate toddler-ese gets a prize:
"Chink ee saw papa sigh"

Here's what he was looking at:

Next question:
Translate "peebuh jai smmich"

Cloudy with a chance of hot fudge

We, the Florida Crawfords, braved the airlines for a flight to Baltimore this last weekend. There was rough, home was better. Neither precious little traveler slept the way there, and both were very antsy. Apparently four cubic feet of vertical penned-in play space is not enough for a toddler. Who would have guessed? Abby conked out on the way home, and Matt had his own seat, which meant a glorious 45 minutes of him looking out the window, first at the tarmac, the trucks and trailers, the other airplanes, then of airplanes taking off, then of the runway getting smaller (totally less interesting than the trucks), then of the clouds. We were aimed in such a way that we got to see the sunset for about 5 minutes, since when the light gleamed in at little toots' eyes, he said "too bright" and shut the window shade.

Due to the sprinkling rain the ENTIRE visit, we were stuck inside, but Matt found new things to play with:

And we also celebrated his bday with the family up north (we didn't bring any presents from home, so if you don't see yours here, it did not come along for the ride):

Abby got spoiled with all the warm snuggly arms to hold her:

And here is proof positive that boys do take their fathers' advice:

Anyone want to trade rocks for wheat?

This is on Matt's bday, after a HUGE oreo cookie ice cream and hot fudge plus M&M and Reeses PB cup sundae and before opening presents:

And for those who are photo junkies, here are some random ones of the kids:

Abby posing for halloween

And the latest, greatest 2-kid pic:

Love to all, and we'll send more pics when we get our suitcases unpacked...

11 October 2009

talk talk talk

just stories this time:

after a very long afternoon of playing and a little whining (matthew) lori was pretty tuckered out and collapsed on the sofa to listen to some good ol' christian music while the little ones played. must have been sending out the vibe that she was weary because during the song "how beautiful" (twila paris) matthew climbed up on her knee, put his eyes about 6 inches from lori's and said very clearly, "love you". he climbed back down and started dancing again. does it get any sweeter?

this story made me think for a minute about what little 2 year olds understand about love. we adults get that it is very complex - we love chocolate or we love sunsets or we love our parents and it's all love. how i would define love would vastly differ from how matt would define it. it may have at first meant 'night-night' because we mostly say it when we put him down at night but over time must have developed somehow for him to say it out of that context. what a gracious job we have been given to teach someone so impressionable probably the most important emotion, feeling that could ever be taught.

*story 2*
a regular occurrence around here is dinner (although you may not believe it) and when lori cooks it often results in one child who wants to "hep" (matt) and one who wants to be held (abby). the other night, abby starts crying in the other room, and lori, with hands all yucky, asks matt to go talk to abby. he runs into the other room and lori hears, "talk talk talk talk". oh, our literal child.

*story 3*
tonight was dinner out - a treat for mom and dad these days and a feat we don't brave very often. abby lasted in the bucket just until the burgers were delivered (figures) and matt did great, sampling all the fares on the table. when given the option of having another chip with dip (a heart-stopping cheese dip), he saw a box of raisins we threw in the bag just in case, and asked for "waysin".

so in the words of our boy,
love you!

06 October 2009

for carrie

on special request - twice as many"
bonus points if you can pick out the pictures of matt at 6 months. :)

05 October 2009

Traka crash

Well we don't much have infants around here anymore. Matt's definitely a toddler (and in his head he's officially '2') and Abby's graduated from infant to baby now - nearly crawling, pretty ok at sitting up by herself, and growling just like Matt did in his younger years.

A couple of cute Matt stories:

Dave and Lori were in a lively discussion at the dinner table and Matt kept touching Lori's foot on which a scab was forming after an unfortunate slip at the mall. Distracted by the conversation, Lori finally looked down to address the boy. He was touching a pop-top container to Lori's scab, saying 'boo boo messin' and then putting a teething ring on it, saying 'boo boo tika'. When we have boo boos, we put on it the medicine and then a 'boo boo sticker' (bandaid). Our little medic.

Then, the other night, Lori said to Matt - "I love you" and he said back "love you". Then Matt turned to Abby and said "love Abby" (first time to say it unprompted). Lori, surprised, said "you do?" and Matt said to Lori, "I do". He is now getting the "I" versus "you" meanings, and is also understanding the concept of plurals - he says one dog, two dogS. So fun to see him learn the language.

Abby is now bottle-feeding with pumped milk about once per day, and in the last week we tried solid foods once again. She apparently has taken to it, as the sitter today said that Abby downed a 5 oz (full) bottle of milk, a 5 oz jar of baby food with oatmeal, and half another jar of mushed bananas. I (Lori) think Abby takes after her mom. yikes...

These clips are all from the last month.