Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Elmo Mania
How do you know your child is obsessed with Elmo? When she points to a fish in a book and says, "Dorothy!" I never knew who Dorothy was until a couple of weeks ago.
Have you ever noticed how Elmo is everywhere? He and Big Bird are on the newborn diapers at the hospital. That's where it begins. Then you buy some organic baby crackers and there he is on the front of the box. They're smart because he's red and easy to spot at Babies R Us. The name "Elmo" is also easy for a baby to say. Now my 16-month-old is completely attached to Elmo and asking for him at every turn. She watches the show and giggles when he does. This is crazy! She also said "noodle," referring to Elmo's clown friend Mr. Noodle. I thought I had at least another year before this craze began, but alas we now have a stuffed Elmo and Elmo DVD's and books. For people who didn't want our child to watch TV, this one is hard to avoid. Although I did love Sesame Street as a kid. Shhhhhh, whatever you do, don't tell her about Sesame Street Live coming to town...
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Next Stop, Wimbledon
It was a big day in our house -- we bought LO her first tennis racket, a Babolat B'fly. It's so cute, the pink cover has a backpack strap on it. Just in case you gotta fly, I guess.
Those who know me know how much I love tennis and hope LO will too. I played in college and a little after, coached and still play any chance I get. If LO decides she wants to be a tennis player, she's got mama. Her Uncle Tony to her Rafa. Her Jimmy to her Chrissie. See, I'm already projecting onto LO and she's only 15 months old. But how's she gonna kick butt at mommy & me tennis if we don't start preparing now? I can honestly say she loves her racket, which she calls "rack!" and swings around the room yelling "pow!" I love it. The furniture...not so much.
Those who know me know how much I love tennis and hope LO will too. I played in college and a little after, coached and still play any chance I get. If LO decides she wants to be a tennis player, she's got mama. Her Uncle Tony to her Rafa. Her Jimmy to her Chrissie. See, I'm already projecting onto LO and she's only 15 months old. But how's she gonna kick butt at mommy & me tennis if we don't start preparing now? I can honestly say she loves her racket, which she calls "rack!" and swings around the room yelling "pow!" I love it. The furniture...not so much.
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