Thursday, January 25, 2007

Elephant Pancakes

Wow. I just realized how seldom I've been posting Eleanor updates. I didn't even do a Christmas post. Oh dear. I'll try to make up some of that now.

Eleanor is a lot of fun to be around these days. She's constantly interpreting the world in a new and interesting way. The way she categorizes things is great fun too. For example, anything on or above your head is a hat, anything round is a ball, and any bodily excretions are poo-poo. Her vocabulary is growing every day. Today her new word was "more." She learned "bear" this week as well, but it comes out "bu-bu." One day she found the bag of oranges on the floor and brought several to me one by one saying over and over "ball...ball...ball".

Eleanor likes to climb these days, but usually only in the nude. She's found that she can scale the ottoman in very little time. I know this picture isn't the best, but you get the idea.

Eleanor also really likes feeding things. This morning she found a toy bottle and fed Jack Sparrow, a chicken, a frog, and a snake. Then she put the frog in a shoe. Then the frog got a ride on the merry-go-round.

Matt sometimes lets Eleanor play with his iPod. She loves listening to the ear buds, even when they are not on. She also likes to listen to crayons, Christmas lights, and various other slender objects.

This is one of Eleanor's favorite ways to look at the world these days. Once she accidentally did a somersault.

Eleanor is learning to use her potty more consistently and only once as a hat.


joshuadf said...

Seems like "hats" are all the rage with early toddlers, I've heard it from all sides. Have you been reading Everyone Poops by Taro Gomi?

Cedar's favorite is to point out hot things. We got a bunch of candle books from the librararary.

The Clevelands said...

I'm hoping that Eleanor's potty was empty when she used it as a hat...I'm not looking forward to potty training.

Props on the elephant pancakes - I'm impressed!

B. Utter said...

A few years back, my father's cousin in Illinois was interrupted from preparing the family's breakfast by mysterious toddler sounds from down the hallway. Laying down her spatula and going to investigate, she found her two-year-old son playing (one might imagine) Daniel Boone, with his potty chair sitting like so much coon-skin cap on his head.

This was amusing . . . until his head refused to come unpotted from the potty.

It took three firemen and a jar of Vaseline to free the tot (or the potty, depending on how you look at it).

As the mother later related it to my dad, she had tried to comfort her son throughout the ordeal, though had trouble doing so as she had been so preoccupied darting around the scene trying to get good pictures.