Sunday, August 17, 2008

The Apple and the Tree

This weekend I realized just how my little apple had not fallen too far from her tree. (Ah I think I just called myself a tree...weird). I had a little video I was going to post that would demonstrate but it started out at 700MB and when I saved it on the lowest possible resolution was still at 169MB (I'm not so good with the movie editing). Sooo that was a no-go. If, at some point, I can figure out how to grab still shots off the film clip I'll post a few here within the post.

Instead, you'll just have to take my word for it....

First, Cora began walking around the house with her little flip-open cell phone having long and detailed conversations. Don't get me wrong, after "Hewo" none of it was recognizeable (her Grandpa keeps telling me I'm raising a Klingon) but when she was finished, she would say "buh bye" and flip the phone shut. What is adorable is that a) she walks around while doing this, and b) she has whole conversations with various voice inflections. Freaking cute.

Second, Cora has a new favorite word (which coincides with her new favorite item): Shoes. Or when she says it: Shuss. In fact each morning she brings her 'shuss' over to either mommy or daddy, hands them to us, and then immediately says "on". Yup - baby Blahniks can't be far behind can they?

For the third I need to give a little background. I never really thought of myself as a neatfreak. Not until I got married that is. Everyone kept telling me how neat and tidy my hubby was so I was pretty worried that I may get on his nerves leaving some clothes on the bed or not scrubbing the toilets each week. Ahhh everyone was apparently on crack. Since I'm pretty sure my husband has no idea we even have a dishwasher and has no problem leaving milk-filled cereal bowls in the sink until the milk is a solid, I have to say I'm not real clear on what everyone was talking about. Ok, ok, so I like things tidy. I like my home to smell pleasant. I would like for guests to be able to pop over without having to don hazmat suits. This weekend I realized Coco shares my fondness for cleanliness (of course she's never been a messy girl - for instance if she's eating spaghetti we have to stop every 5-10 mins to wipe her hands off or she gets upset).

This weekend Coco brought me her container of wipes. When I took it from her and held it, she pushed the button to pop the lid open. She grabbed a wipe, closed the lid back and then delicately squatted down on the floor and began to "scrub" the floor with the wipe. I was in awe. After she was done, I took her hand and lead her to the trash can. When I stepped on the pedal to open the lid, she gently dropped the wipe in. I don't think I've ever been prouder. And in addition lately, she's been my little dustbuster - finding things on the floor and bringing them to me to dispose of. Most toddlers eat what they find on the floor. My kid cleans it.

So between her phone habits, shoe obsession and clean freak nature I'm pretty sure there's no denying this is my kid.

1 comment:

Amy said... mind just clicked to our visit in AZ....a little Wendy about Cora's age trotting around in nothing but a diaper & someone's high heels & a big purse over her arm! Too funny!!

And I know exactly what you mean about the dried cereal bowls.......except I find Clay's sitting beside the couch when I come down in the morning....where he's left it after having his bedtime snack. Never even makes it to the sink. Do you know how hard it is to chisel off dried on Corn Flakes!!!