I love to eat, eat, eat

Hannah loves eating. And she really likes most anything except eggs. In any form. Well plain, obviously in cookies they are fine. I give her some probably once a week just to make sure she still hates them. A couple days ago I put a small piece of scrambled with cheese in her mouth. She made a horrid face, spit it out and then proceeded to look all offended that I would be so mean.


A week or so ago she got her first taste of honey and is totally in love with the stuff! Whenever she sees the bottle she starts in on "that one, that one, that one" until we give it to her. She likes it on most anything. In fact the other day we tried wheat berries (whole grains of unmilled wheat cooked so they get big and soft and then you just eat them). No one else was really impressed, but Hannah loved the stuff...because we put honey on it.


She refuses to eat with a spoon or utensil of any kind. She'll kind of look at it funny and throw it on the ground then just dig in. Yogurt and applesauce get especially messy this way. I've tried showing her and doing hand over hand, but she would rather go for fistfuls.


She also loves broccoli (like all my abnormal children), grapefruit, and even had some fish the other day. So far all our kids are excellent eaters and we're glad Hannah is joining us!

Talking and Signing

Hannah is a very communicative little girl and it's lots of fun. Although lately she is totally stuck on "that one, that one, that one" and will say it over and over again for anything she wants trying to point in the direction of what she wants, but invariably there are a several items she could want in that direction so we are still left guessing and wishing she would just sign. But apparently this is more fun.

Her verbal words are:

Dada*
Mama
Duck (her very favorite which she will sign and say over and over for anything with a beak)
Dog
Bath
Love you
That one
Hi
James


She has learned a ton more signs since the last time I wrote them down so I won't remember them all, but some are:

elephant
please
blanket
shirt
diaper
horse

Hannah is so fun to have around and so much different than either of the boys, we love it!


*which she shouted the whole time Taylor was praying last week in sacrament mtg and as we have the only kids under 5 we're the noisy bench already


These pictures really have nothing to do with talking and signing, but they're cute. and I made that shirt for Hannah...my clothes skills are improving vastly!

Books

Hannah is really starting to get into books. She has always loved feeling books and flap books (who doesn't?) and while these are still her favorites, she now actually likes other books too.

She loves to scoot over to her bookshelf and pick out a book. Then she scoots back to hand me the book and climb in my lap (this is why scooting on your bum is more effective than crawling because you can carry things around with you). After I'm done reading she scoot away, book in hand to replace it on the shelf and pick out a new one.

At the library the other day she would pick up a book and look at it, then hand it to me and say "dat on, dat on". It was really cute. We've got another book lover!

Boys' Speak

James: Will we have Z forever? (our Toyota Sienna)
Me: Yes. You can drive him when you learn to drive.
James: I'm not going to drive Z because he's not a Boxter. (as in Porche Boxter)
Me: (laughing) You're not going to drive a Boxter until you save up $50,000.

Matthias then starts describing the car he will drive...

Matthias: Red like Dad's car, with fire, with a speed peddle.
James: You're gonna have to make this car, no stores have this car. When you grow up you're gonna have to make this car.
Matthias: We need some wood.

Tumbling

Matthias is my little tumbler. He has taken four classes now and really enjoys it. The teacher is starting to let him do some different exercises the other kids don't do like going all the way around the bar, etc. He does really well, but sometimes doesn't sit still great. He can't always wait all the way until his turn. But he does good. Here are some pictures of my tumbling boy

Luck of the Irish

St.Patrick's Day at our house comes only after Christmas and Easter in importance and anticipation. The festivities begin the night before laying out clothes for the next day and making sure your pajamas have green so you don't get pinched before you can get dressed.

The morning started out with the usual pot of gold left by a Leprechan...this year his footprints were somehow leading out of the hall closet, but James couldn't find him still in there.

Next were the traditional green pancakes (the boys have been asking for them for weeks) which were whole wheat/whole oat this year as we are going all natural and whole foods. Very yummy. Both the boys had preschool today which was really fun for them to wear green and actually see someone besides me.


For lunch we had peas, granny smith apples (w/brie), and green honey butter on bread. Then spent the afternoon listening to some sweet Irish music, playing the sandbox/napping/reading, visiting the library and wandering the lake paths behind it.





Then home for some yummy corned beef and cabbage, which was delicious. Topped the night off with games in the front yard and pistachio pudding. And last but not least, dancing a jig to Irish Fiddle music.


Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Tongue Injury

Matthias was hanging on the side of the tub (fully clothed thankfully), and I walked out of the room to start dinner. He comes out of the bathroom screaming with a mouth full of blood. Those are the worst because then you don't even know what is injured...teeth, tongue, gums, etc. I finally got enough cleaned up to see it was the tongue. And you can't really do much about tongues, but it was so long and deep and nasty. So I opted for taking him in. (when we arrived 20 minutes later with no bleeding and Matthias happily jumping around it was one of those parenting moments where you're thinking 'why did I come to the doctor again'?)

However, the doctors did have a debate whether to stitch it, but decided realistically to stitch a 3 year old's tongue you would have to sedate him and that was a little much. (normally they just numb your tongue and hold it out, Matthias would so not be into that) So since it didn't go quite all the way through his tongue they decided it would be ok and would heal on it's own. It was deep, and long, and nasty. It looked really sore. Matthias has an incredible pain tolerance.

Oh, and Taylor was out of town so I had to go into urgent care with all three children and the nurse said "Do you have more at home? Or is this all?"

And when the doctor was checking Matthias he jumped/fell off the table. I'm surprised he didn't bite off his whole tongue. So pretty much he learned nothing from the experience. He still climbs, hangs, jumps everywhere.

And I read that same day that in studies they have found that humans have more energy at age 3 than any other time in their lives. And I'm wondering why they had to do studies.