Beneath this bowl of stars...

toddler activites, food, photos, and other orbital occurrences

Last week a friend of ours gave Amber the Dr. Seuss book "Green Eggs and Ham" and it has become and ongoing dialog in our house. It of course started with Amber asking to have the book read again and again. Then she started reading it, (or turning the pages and saying "sam I am", "i am sam", etc.) Then one morning I made her some eggs and put some pepper in them (b/c i was having some too) and told her we were having green eggs. She ate most of them and then got a bite that had too much pepper and started saying "i do not like green eggs and ham" and meant it! Poor kid, I took advantage of her imagination by adding the pepper. Today she sat down with another book and started reading it, only she was reciting the words to "green eggs and ham" not the book she was pretending to read :-) She did this about 5 times, reading to me and to daddy and sometimes the end would have things from the book she was holding and not green eggs and ham. I got a couple of cute videos that I will probably never get around to posting, but they do exist. We have also been reciting parts of the book as we walk down the street, see someone eating eggs, meet someone named sam, when it turns dark, when we ride on the train, when we see a house, when we are in the car, or in the rain, or on a boat, or pass a tree,....

Amber and I made Valentine's cookies today. I am not posting a picture b/c the cookies that come out of betty crocker bag of mix and powder sugar and milk icing are just not that attractive regardless if made by a 2yr old or adult. We also didn't have anything to decorate on top of the icing and we only had a snowman and a tiny flower cookie cutter.... i ended up using a cup to make some circles (or as Amber calls them, circle moons). Amber had a great time cutting and liked to cut on top of the ones she just cut, and then would pick up left over dough and put it on the cookie sheet. When it was time to ice, the lack of a good nap started to kick in... she became a cookie monster... literally, she could not stop eating the cookies. I kept saying no, and explaining that we had to ice them first and we needed to wait for daddy, but she just kept putting them in her mouth (lots of them were not much bigger than a quarter from the flower cutter), then twice I was icing one and she leaned over and took a bite! then she would see the look on my face (i was totally over exaggerating too to make it worse) and she gave me a look that basically said she could not control her self. It was sad and hilarious at the same time. Eventually I had to move the cookies and then spent the next 10 min trying to get her to stop crying for cookies... poor little one, from now on, things like making cookies will only occur before lunch.