Us and Things: So tired

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

So tired

Lillian is such a ham. This picture doesn't quite capture it, but what she'll do is crawl for five feet, then lay down like she's going to go to sleep. Right after she lays down, she'll look over at you, to make sure you see that she's being cute. Really, she does it all day long. After she does anything: puts a piece of sandwich in her mouth, bangs her cup on the table, makes her toy play a song, throws a ball, stacks a ring. You name it, after she does it, she looks up and you and grins. And if you don't look back, she'll start whining or crying until you look and say, 'good job.'

5 comments:

Myriah Cohen said...: I feel the same way. I love recognition. "Good job, Myriah," is all i really want.
I also get tired after moving short distances.
Lillian and I are very similar.; Wed Jul 11, 07:06:00 PM MST
Caitlin said...: I LOVE LOVE LOVE both of those stories! She is so dang cute. Seriously.; Wed Jul 11, 09:59:00 PM MST
Claire said...: Myriah, you're so funny! And so cute! Good job!; Wed Jul 11, 10:23:00 PM MST
Myriah Cohen said...: Wow, thanks Claire, I feel like i can do anything now! My German finals are gonna be great! Oh wow! Thanks!; Wed Jul 11, 11:41:00 PM MST
Anonymous said...: She is going to give you a run for your money! Happy Birthday Lillian!; Mon Jul 16, 09:01:00 PM MST

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A taste of the Ball life

Amanda: What do you want for lunch: ham sandwich or peanut butter sandwich?
Lillian: Ham. No, peanut butter. No... ham... No, peanut butter.
Amanda: Ok, I'm going to make you a peanut butter sandwich. (makes sandwich)
Lillian: NO! I WANTED HAM!!!!
Amanda: You said peanut butter, and I told you I was going to make you peanut butter.
Lillian: No... I think you just spaced out Mom.

Tyler on dodo birds: I mean, any species that can be wiped out by rats probably didn't deserve to live. Nature should have selected them a long time ago to go extinct... it's like it forgot and got there late.

Lillian: I like carrots mom. They're like... juice you eat.

Tyler was reading Lillian a picture book in which a little boy finds an airplane in his closet and takes it into space where he runs out of gas and lands on the moon. On the moon, he meets a little Martian boy, wearing a space suit, who's spaceship had crashed.
Tyler: How come the Martian needs a space suit and the little boy doesn't? This book is so inaccurate.

Lillian threw a piece of food during dinner.
Tyler: Lillian don't throw food.
Lillian: But, it was just a little bit of food.

At 2 AM, Tyler pokes Amanda and says, "The baby is crying"
"No, that's a dog."
"No, it's Nora. I have superhuman hearing, that's why they call me Eagle Ears."

Amanda looks over and sees Lillian desperately trying to shove the Camelbak valve into Nora's mouth.
Amanda: Stop that! Don't put that into her mouth!
Lillian: Mom, I'm just playing doctor.
Amanda: Well, don't put it into her mouth.
Lillian (accompanied with change in tactic): Just her ears.

Lillian (pointing): This is my neck. This is Daddy's neck. This is Mom's neck. Nora doesn't have a neck.

Amanda: Listen to this, "The men and women of the Yana tribe in California speak different dialects." (TIME Magazine).
Tyler: The men and women speak different dialects in our house: sense and nonsense.

I ran upstairs briefly and left Nora in her chair with a curious Lillian looking on. Nora started fussing and crying a little and I heard Lillian say, "Nora! Stop Crying! Use your words!"

We practiced and practiced saying "Daddy, I missed you" all the way to the bus stop, a full five minute drive. Upon arrival, I prep Lillian one last time. I roll down the window, Tyler sticks his head in, and I prompt Lillian, "do you have something to say to daddy?"
Lillian looks up at him with her eyes full and sincere, "Juicebox."

Amanda: This dictionary says Wednesday can be pronounced wendz-dee or wendz-day.
Tyler: Well... that dictionary was written by an old person.