What a brilliant idea

We order pizza maybe once a month or so. I never really put much thought into what pizza delivery must look like from the perspective of a two year old until yesterday.

Sasha went to our front door and started knocking on it, then yelled out to my husband and I, "PIZZ-DAH! PIZZ-DAH!". She then tried to open the door, hoping to see a pizza man.

Whenever the pizza man comes, he knocks on our door and voila! Pizza. So apparently Sasha figured she could get the pizza to arrive if she knocked on the door. It must seem so random to her, to hear knocking at the front door and see someone hand us some pizza. Usually, I do yell "pizza is here!" when the pizza man arrives, because I am expecting the pizza delivery man.

Sasha dear, I wish it worked that way. I don't dare tell her that we have to call the pizza man first, otherwise I fear she may just do that.

Big Sister's Makeup

Toddler self-applied makeup (click to enlarge)
The evening routine usually goes like this:
I shower and get ready for work. Sasha joins me in the bathroom while I do my hair and makeup, if she isn't getting a night time bath. She usually stands on the toilet seat next to the bathroom sink and pretends to put makeup on (copying Mama, of course).
Well tonight she decided to put sister's makeup on instead of her usual empty container of powder. I was WAY behind schedule and in a hurry so I didn't notice her sneaky switch.
Right as it's time for me to leave, I see it. She's got makeup all over her face. Figures it happens right at the moment I have to go. I called out to my husband and older daughter and they laughed a bit. We grabbed the camera and took the pics so we can embarrass her with it years from now.
Then it was makeup removal time. Sasha did well with that. We had a hard time removing it but some baby oil on a cotton ball removed the stubborn makeup.
Thank goodness I wasn't late for work. Whew!

Diaper Daddy

My husband likes to exercise in the living room every day, and Sasha loves to supervise.
Today, my husband was laying on the living room floor doing some sit ups and lifting some hand weights. He didn't realize that he was sitting on Sasha's diaper changing pad. But Sasha noticed! She grabbed the baby wipes and a diaper. She started wiping his pants and tried to diaper him, lol! She even told him "up!" and "down!" the way we tell her to put her legs up and down.
She did like a perfect imitation of us during diaper time on him, and it was hilarious.

Damn

Another milestone that doesn't quite fit in the baby book. Sasha said her first bad word. Two days in a row. Bad mommy!
I came home from work during my lunch break to feed the baby a bowl of cereal. As I was spooning fruit loops into her mouth, I looked at my watch and realized that my lunch break was over. It was time to return back to work.
"Damn!", I said.
"Damn!", said Sasha. "Damn! Damn! Damn!".
I didn't know what to do. She kept saying it over and over and was laughing.
What's really strange is this same scenario repeated itself two days in a row!

UPDATE 3/20/08- Well this word seems to be a regular part of her vocabulary now. She likes to chant "damn! damn! damn!" and laugh at our reactions. Bleh!

You can't make this stuff up

I think the yahoo instant messenger conversation tells the story better than I can.
I was at work, and as usual, my husband was telling me the about this evening with 16 month-old Sasha.

Jon (1/26/2008 10:05:06 PM): damn! little girl decided that potty time wasn't over.. carried her little toilet into the living room by herself
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:05:15 PM): interesting
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:08:35 PM): she's pretty strong sometimes!
Jon (1/26/2008 10:09:46 PM): surprisingly strong
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:10:01 PM): good balance too
Jon (1/26/2008 10:10:04 PM): running around naked, really trying to go potty on her potty

(Previous post, I mentioned how she suddenly likes to take off her clothes and run around?)
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:10:12 PM): hah
Jon (1/26/2008 10:10:24 PM): she *knows* the routine, about like making tea
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:12:24 PM): clever girl. so long as we keep it up and she doesn't experience any 'potty trauma' she'll probably be potty trained pretty early

It was quiet for about 16 minutes, when Jon sends me an emoticon of a laughing and crying smily. I asked him what was going on but he stayed silent for another four minutes. Then he began to explain what happened.

Jon (1/26/2008 10:30:24 PM): well.. naked sasha running around, then sitting on her potty, making grunty faces.. managed to poop something out
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:30:44 PM): ohno!
Jon (1/26/2008 10:30:45 PM): unfortunately, not while she was on the potty...
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:30:56 PM): gah! ahaaha
Jon (1/26/2008 10:31:03 PM): but don't worry, she caught most of it with her hands...
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:31:07 PM): uh
Jon (1/26/2008 10:31:11 PM): and smeared it all over herself..
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:31:18 PM): you're joking?
Jon (1/26/2008 10:31:20 PM): the rest just hit the carpet
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:31:24 PM): omg
Jon (1/26/2008 10:31:40 PM): then she tried really hard to taste it
Jon (1/26/2008 10:31:46 PM): (failed there)
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:31:47 PM): OMGOMG
Jon (1/26/2008 10:32:09 PM): so.. emergency bath, no real fuss from her there
Cindy (1/26/2008 10:32:16 PM): yeah she likes baths
Jon (1/26/2008 10:32:38 PM): ..emergency cleanup of carpet (with sasha trying really really hard to help wipe up her mess)
Jon (1/26/2008 10:32:55 PM): aaaand we're back to normal

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Lately, Sasha has been a great imitator. We are learning about some of the things we do that we don't realize we are doing! Here are some fun examples.

My husband has a cold with a cough, runny nose, and sneezing. The whole works. Sasha darling, who is not sick, now likes to imitate her daddy. You'd think she's got a cold with all the fake coughing, sneezing, and sniffling noises she's making. She thinks it's hilarious. I tell her "bless you!" every time she fake sneezes, and that really keeps her going.

Then today as Sasha was brushing her teeth, I noticed she kept tilting her head down so her chin touched her chest once in a while. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. Brush-brush-brush-brush-tilt, repeat. Eventually, when she finally got a stream of spittle going and managed to make a 'pthooey' sound, I realized what she was doing...she was trying to spit. Just like mommy and daddy do when they brush their teeth. I didn't realize she was watching us so closely.

Cassie has been on the phone all the time lately, talking to her friends, as 13 year old teenager like to do. She seems like she's got that phone permanently attached to her ear. Sasha likes to walk around with random objects up to her ear while 'talking', just like sister talking on the phone. Then Sasha started saying "Dood" on her 'phone' all the time. Again, it took me a little while to realize what was going on. Cassie was talking excitedly to one of her friends, chanting "Dude! DUDE! DUDE!", and there was Sasha saying "Dood! Dood! Dood!". Hah! I guess she thinks when you're on the phone, you should say "dude" a lot.

I'm sure I'll have plenty more of these.

Bubbles in the Bathtub

Today, Sasha made a fascinating new discovery - bathtub farts! Well, isn't that an interesting new milestone?
Of course, she was taking a bath. After I finish washing her up, it's always play time. I give her the rubber ducky, a bathtub book, her squeegie, and her stackable toy cups from Ikea. Usually, I read her the bathtub book and I brush her teeth. Once I finish brushing her teeth, I give her the toothbrush and she practices brushing her own teeth. She is then free to play with her toys while I brush her hair.

It was during this playtime portion of bath time that she first let one rip in the bathtub today. Bubbles forced their way to the water's surface. She curiously looked down at the water, smiled a huge smile, and giggled. She wanted more bubbles. I noticed that she was grunting and listing off to the side and she forced another one out. The bathtub erupted in another round of bubbles and she laughed at her new discovery. For the rest of bath time, she was grunting and trying very hard to get more bubbles, and she did manage to see those bubbles about three more times!
As hard as she was trying to push out some more farts, I'm so glad that she didn't do more than pass gas in that bathtub, hah!

I am BRILLIANT!!!!

Now that Sasha has been sort of walking, I was thinking ahead about good push toys for little walkers. Almost every young child, myself included when I was a little one, has one of these:

But after Sasha showed much interest in a little Hoover Slider cordless stick vacuum that a waitress was using to clean under tables at our local Baker's Square, I came up with a BRILLIANT idea. Why not buy one of those little vacuums for Sasha and put her to work while she plays!!!
So Sasha is now the proud owner of one of these babies:

I tell you, I am a GENIUS! She loves it and I can already forsee that my young cleaning-obsessed virgo toddler will probably spend hours making sure the carpet in our apartment is spotless.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

A Chihuahua is NOT a dog...

Or so says baby Sasha.
My husband and Sasha walked over to the local 7Eleven. Along the way they saw someone walking their chihuahua. We have a lot of dogs in our apartment complex. Whenever Sasha sees a dog, she usually gets all excited, points at it, makes little barking noises, and does the sign language for dog. She saw the chihuahua, but she didn't really react like she normally does with a dog. So my husband told her, "Look Sasha, a dog!". He pointed at it and did the sign language for 'dog'.
Sasha looked at the chihuahua, looked up at my husband with her best 'Are you on crack?' expression on her face, and vehemently shook her head no. My husband tried several times to tell her that it was a dog but she maintained her stance that no, the chihuahua was NOT a dog.
Personally, I tend to agree with her. :)
Signing babies are so cute.

Little sister

"Mom", Cassie said to me today. "You know what Sasha did to me today?"
I had just woken up. I asked her what Sasha did to her.
"You know that nose sucker thing? Well she was playing with it and she put it in her mouth. She used it to suck up all her spit. Then she came over to me and squeezed it all over my leg."
I had to laugh. I thought it was pretty funny. I have no idea if it was intentional but I wouldn't be surprised if it was. I know I wouldn't find this nearly as funny if Sasha was older, but she's an innocent and curious baby and probably found it very curious.