If the Shoe Fits

After spending nearly thirty minutes (perhaps over) trying to get Kesiah ready to go out and run an errand with Evin, Kesiah decided she wanted to stay home with me. That was short lived...

Mom: Alright Kesiah, I'm going. Kiss me good bye.
Kesiah: Wait, I'm going too.
Mom: Alright, hurry up and get your shoes on.
Kesiah ran off to her room to get her shoes screaming "YAY!" Kesiah returns and...
Kesiah: I'm ready.
Mom: Did you put your shoes on?
Kesiah: One is on my hand.
Kesiah: The other is in my armpit.

... but my Heart Belongs to Daddy

Here's yet another car performance from Kesiah I find blog-worthy. Now, it's not that much of a gem but it is just darn cute. Not even three years old and she knows how to win me over. Just let me explain.

This girl is well versed at musicals. Since she is constantly asking us to sing we oblige her with songs from the musicals of our childhood. For Evin, it's "Fiddler on the Roof". For me, it's "The Sound of Music." I know it is not as cool as "Singing in the Rain" or "Dr Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog" but Julie Andrews is HOT! (That one is for you, grandpa).

On our way over to Shabbat/Birthday/Hannukah dinner at my in-laws, Kesiah asked us to sing "Matchmaker" with her...

All: For Papa make him a scholar. For Mama make him rich as a king.
All: For me, well I wouldn't holler if he were as handsome as anything...
Kesiah (with much excitement): Just like Noah!
Kesiah: Noah is handsome!

Gee, she just earned her first car.

Birthday Karma

So, four months before the sweetness of my life turns three, or in her words "flee", the idea of kissing her daddy is the equivalent of sitting through a lecture expounding upon how AstroTurf can be engineered to be close to the real thing. This denial of affection is coming from a little person who aggressively hugs and kisses items she had just encountered while saying "I love it SOOOOO MUCH!" These items include, but is not limited to, stuffed toys, balloons, books, leaves, sticks, and the occasional piece of junk mail. Evin just reminded me to include the seat for the potty.

Perhaps I may be taking water conservation too seriously and should shower more. Anyway, I did not imagine this would happen so soon. Considering my upcoming birthday, I figured I could use this as a bargaining chip. My requests for birthday kisses and/or hugs were consistently met with "No daddy, you get cake."

Well it's my birthday and I really want what the random object seems to get easily. Seeing a lesson in persistence, I continued to exploit any opportunity for some affection until finally....

Mom: Kiss daddy good-bye.
Kesiah: No
Dad: How about a hug good-bye?
Kesiah: I don't want that.
Dad: Just wave good-bye then.
Kesiah: I don't want that either.
Dad: C'mon Kesiah, I just want a little hug.
Kesiah: ok
As I approach for my hug, she stops me by putting up her cute little finger.
Kesiah: On your birthday.

Now any request for a hug or kiss is met with the finger shrug off and her saying "You get a hug on your birthday." I definitely need to stop laughing at behavior I do not want to reinforce.

Corporate Pig

Here's another little gem that happened while we were driving. Perhaps we should strap this kid to a seat more often, it seems this is when she shines the brightest. Anyway, we were on our way to Uncle Moshe's when she spotted a billboard and asked...

Kesiah: Mommy, what is that pig doing?
Mom: What pig honey?
Kesiah: The pig with the fancy sweater.

Kesiah then pointed to a Coke-Cola billboard of Santa guzzling a bottle of Coke.

I'm All Done

Witness Kesiah doing what she does best... being Kesiah. Evin was going to put subtitles, but it's a PAIN IN THE WAHOO. If you really want a transcript contact me.

Driving Miss K

Evin was driving the family on our way to have dinner with our friends/neighbors Paddy and Macy when this cracked me up....

Kesiah: Mommy, did you drive when you were little?
Mom: I learned to drive when I was a teenager.

Kesiah, after thinking to herself for a few seconds, put it all together and excitedly shared her revelation.

Kesiah: (softly) you were little and you got bigger...
Kesiah: and bigger...
Kesiah: and bigger...
Kesiah: and bigger...
Kesiah: (screaming) and now you are THE DRIVER!
Kesiah: I don't drive because I'm little.

First Aid

At dinner tonight, Evin and I were finally having a conversation while Kesiah was quietly peeling her clementine.

Mom: Have you ever read any of the original Winnie the Pooh stories?
Dad: Just the ones you have.
Mom: I remember in one...
Kesiah: (mumbling) Look at me mommy.
We turn to find that Kesiah has taken off her Winnie the Pooh sticker and stuck it over her mouth.
Kesiah: (still mumbling) It's my band aid. I hurt my lip.