Some Toddler Moments for You

03 September 2013

The weekend without Jacob has ended, and went tolerably well. We all survived. No premature labor. I didn't get spooked at night. We hung out with a friend on Saturday, and now Jake insists that his new friend's toy kitchen must make an appearance in his nightly ocean story.

I'm been revving up my craft engines and brushing off my standard kitchen practices, to get me out of my silly funk. So I've been relishing in the peace that comes from needlework and fermenting cream.

But onto some JakeboyMoments

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On Sunday, he awoke and came out of his room at the I'lltakeit hour of 6:40am. He was calling for me, and I was still in my room in bed with the door closed. He walked around the apartment repeating: "Mama. Mommy. Mama. Mommy. Where ARE joo?"

He did this for five minutes before I heard him say "Oh!" and then the door to my room opened.

He's a quick one.

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Yesterday we saw a mouse swimming in the apartment complex pool. Jake was not particularly impressed by the swimming mouse. He's much more interested when people swim in the pool than rodents apparently.

This situation has repeated itself in various ways since Jake has entered toddlerhood. I see something mildly interesting like a snail, and I really want my son to get excited about it, so I point it out to him enthusiastically: "JakeJake, do you see that SNAIL?"

And he says: "Mama, see dat GRASS??"

I'm sure there's some valuable Chestertonian lesson to be taken from the above anecdote involving the loss of the sense of the marvelous. But this blog doesn't do profound very well - as evidenced by my unpublished drafts - so I'll spare you that reflection.

We eventually went down and saved the mouse with a collander. It was half triumphant and half gross.

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This morning he asked me where his eyebrows were.

(I didn't sugar coat my response. No. I told him God's truth:

"It's not my fault, kid, it's your father's."


Don't ask me about what we were wearing in that picture. We were in college so it doesn't count.)

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Jake is a little musically challenged - or as Jacob puts it - "He can't sing for shit."

But the little guy will croon with the best of them. So far his best reworking of a song is Gillian Welch's "Orphan Girl." Instead of the refrain "I am an orphan girl" we get a toddler belting "I have no fingers."

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He's become obsessed with backhoes and tractors. If we ever see some while on errands, he will ask "More tractor pick a dirt up? More tractor pick a dirt up?" about 25 times in a row. So we purchased these at Target last week, and it was perhaps the best decision we've ever made in our lives.


The world's best and cheapest toddlersitters. He sleeps with them. One clutched in each hand.

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Despite his recent digression into the realm of heavy machinery, his passion for all things ball-related is alive and well.

Last night he requested THIS as his bedtime lullaby. Thank you, J Milla.

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He has started playing pretend Mass. He walks around the house holding up large books and saying "ALLELOOOLA." Or he processes up and down the hallway with both hands gripping a yard stick.

I didn't grow up Catholic. Is this normal?

Does this mean I have to homeschool?

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Again in the Catholic vein: instead of finishing our ritual grace at mealtimes with "...from thy bounty through Christ our Lord," he used to say "bouncy bouncy bouncy Lord."


  1. Ha! Allelulia = soooo normal! I used to play Mass with my little sister :)

  2. Drew has the same set of toys and LOVES them, 9 months later. The backhoe is his favorite. If he can't find it in .024 seconds, he walks around 'where go backhoe? where go backhoe?', becoming more and more distraught with each repetition. And woe to little brother if he dares touch the precious backhoe!

  3. Playing Mass is super normal. My girls pretend bath water is the blood of Christ. (Yes, it's gross.) And I'm (probably) not homeschooling.

  4. Oh, the trucks. That brings back memories!! all 4 of my boys were obsessed! I know the "official" names for pretty much every piece of construction equipment in existence. Their best day ever was going to my Dad's work - he's an engineer - where he got one of his guys to let them drive a bulldozer.

  5. HAHA. the kid is hilarious! So so cute!
    Oh, and I said something about Chesterton too when Nat was far more amazed at fireflies than by fireworks. I couldn't remember anything specific but it seemed like something he'd say. I'm sharing this post with Jimmy tonight. : )

  6. Oh we played Mass growing up too. He's normal.

  7. Geez, Kate, I don't know. I grew up Catholic, played mass, AND was home schooled ... looks like you might be in for it. ;)


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