Category Archives: T&A Stories

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April 30, 2012

Looking for bugs

Looking for bugs!  Teagan is fascinated with bugs.  At daycare, they did an art project where they drew the bugs they wanted to be.  She said she wanted to be a fly.  But if a fly is in the house, she wants it outside.  Ants,  well, they’re fun to watch, and she’ll pull some grass and put it down for food for them.  But she’ll stop on them if they’re on the patio.  A contradiction this little girl of mine.

Oh, and she was great today, and we got a report that she was well behaved at day care too.  Yay!  I told her at dinner that today, she was my friend.  And she made me happy.  Stu gave her a marshmallow.

Fingers crossed for more marshmallows in the future!

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April 19, 2012

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At the end of her baths, Teagan has taken to pouring water on Stu’s arm to make his old mail-man paper-route dog-bite wound better.

Tonight at the end of her bath, she did the same thing she usually does.  But this time, Stu actually had a boo-boo on his hand.  She asked if the water from the cup made it better. “No, Teagan, not this time”.  She then got her rubber duck, squeezed water out the hole in the bottom and said “duck pee on it!  Better!”

Yesterday, it was Peeps for poops.  Today, duck pee makes it better.

I have a weird kid.

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April 18, 2012 ~ Peeps for Poop?!

Yesterday Teagan didn’t have an accident.  As a reward, we went for a walk – Teagan gathered treasures* – and, after dinner, was given her first peep.  Ever.

Once her head reattached, Stu had an interesting time trying to explain Peeps to her.   She loved it.  How could she not?  It’s marshmallow-y goodness covered with sugar.  And cute chocolate wax eyes.  I wish I had been downstairs when she got her first taste.  I wish I had heard the conversation they had.

Again, tonight after I went up with Ashlin, Stu gave her another one.  Well, half of one.  She deserved it, she didn’t have an accident again!  Yay!  She devoured it.  And asked for another one, to which Stu said that maybe tomorrow she could have one, if she didn’t have “no accidents.”  She then asked if she got one for peeing in the potty.

“Yes, you get one for peeing.”  
“For poops?  Poops in the potty?”
“Yes,” Stu replied, “a peep for poop.”  
Teagan threw her head back and laughed.  From her belly.  ”Daddy, you so funny!”  

Peep for poop!

* Teagan is incapable of walking past a rock, pine cone or stick, without picking it up.  She collects treasures on the walk.  As many as she can hold, plus at least one more.  I don’t allow them in the house, so they get left on the table outside the door.

Treasure!

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March 2, 2012

Wha'chu Say?

On Friday’s Stu usually takes Teagan to day care, then will either come back and work from home or go into the office. When he comes back home, he’ll tell me about the conversation he had with Teagan while dropping her off. Sometimes, when he does have to go in, he’ll send me an e-mail of the conversation he has with Teagan, if it’s a particularly interesting or funny conversation.I love when I get those e-mails.

We’re turning out of our road to go down the hill.
Teagan : “We see LaLa PopPop tomorrow?”
Me : “Yes, that’s right.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s Pop Pop’s birthday!”
“PopPop’s birthday?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Why?”
“Well… becau…”
“Then MY birthday?”
“No, baby. First it’s PopPop’s birthday. Then next month it’s Ashlin’s birthday. Then it’s Nana and Auntie Em’s birthday and then it’s Dada and Teagan’s birthday!”
“Then Mama’s birthday?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Then Kissmas?”
“No, then it’s NayNay’s birthday. Then it’s LaLa’s birthday and then it’s Christmas.”
“Then it snow-in?”
“It might snow, yes.”
“HO HO!” ;
“Yes. Ho Ho comes at Christmas.”
“You say Hoo-Ray.”
“Hooray!”
“You no say hoo-ray.”
“Sorry.”
“Ho Ho bring me Elmo book.”
“Ho Ho is going to bring you an Elmo book?”
“Miaow Miaow ate my Elmo book.”
“The cat ate your Elmo book?”
“Ho Ho bring me Elmo book.”
“That’s nice.”
“Ho Ho like Teagan.”

PS. We got the swing set home last night! Woo woo!!

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March 1, 2012

Yesterday, as Stu was driving Teagan home from day care, it was snowing a wet and heavy snow.  He turned on the rear wiper to clear the window.  As it moved across the window, it made a funny noise.  Teagan laughed.  She said the car farted.  Stu played with her the rest of the ride home, turning the rear wiper on a few times, letting Teagan giggle about how the car was farting, then turning it off.  Then back on, with a different timing, and then off.

She was so excited by it, it was the first thing she stuttered when she got in.  Mama!  The car! Farts! Hahahahahaha! Farts!

This morning, I had to put the wipers on again.  It was doing something between rain and wet snow.  The rear wiper made a noise.  Teagan was beside her self laughing because the car was farting again.  I played with her, putting the wiper on and off at different intervals, and it was fun.

Ashlin laughed, because her sister was laughing.  It was a nice ride in to day care.

My car farts.  LOL!

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February 6, 2012 ~ Teagan Dreams & Desires

Breakfast is usually interesting.  This morning, Teagan told he that she didn’t dream about twinkle stars, but about lamps and, I think it was pigs.  There may have been dancing, she was fuzzy on the details.

She also told me that I needed to invite some one in particular to her sister’s party.  Guess who?  Guthrie!!  She said that if we invited him to Ashlin’s party, they could have their own party.  So cute.  Oh, and Ashlin can have cupcakes for her party.  She’s allowed to have cupcakes.

Then Teagan started talking about her birthday party.  The invite list is to include a few kids from day care, and Guthrie, and Auntie Em, and J*, a teacher at day care.  She didn’t want to invite her favorite teachers, or the ones we think are her favorites.  Especially one, who’s name she sometimes uses when she talks to me. (Yes, it bothers me a bit that she’s calling me someone else, that somehow the line between teacher and mother has gotten blurred for her.  Anyway).   And she wants both cupcakes and cake at her party.  And candy.  And she wants to wear her Christmas outfit, with the teddy bear.

And she wants to have LaLa and PopPop over for breakfast, or was it lunch?

Sure.

We can do that.

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February 1, 2012

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Fearless

Teagan opened the car door. While the car was moving.  And laughed about it.

Stu told me this story yesterday, but I got caught up in making a light box and going out for Banana Pineapple Margarita and chocolate nachos with some other mom’s, (YAY!), and then crashing that I didn’t write this up.

Anyway, Stu took Teagan into day care yesterday, in his car.  Halfway down our road, it happened.

Teagan said: “Look daddy!”

Stu (something like):  ”I can’t look around, I’m driving the car.”

Teagan:  ”Look daddy!” And laughs.

Stu eventually saw that the door was open.  He pulls over, closes her door.

Stu:  ”Teagan, you can’t open your door like that.  What if you fell out?”

Teagan:  ”I here.”

Stu:  ”But you could have fallen out.”

Teagan:  ”I here in car, daddy.”

The conversation went back and forth along the same lines for a few more times.  Teagan obviously didn’t get it.

Stu said:  ”Don’t do that again.”

Stu thought:  Never mind.  I’ll have to wait a few years before having the existential conversation about being.

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In other words, Ashlin smeared herself with Mac & Cheese today, and then almost fell asleep during dinner.  Before a bath.  She’ll smell awesome tomorrow.

Oh, and she’s also allergic to Amoxicillin.

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January 13, 2012

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Hands Up!

Today’s episode in the ongoing saga of the hole in the roof at day care, the hole was still there.  One of the care givers was vacuuming up tile dust as Teagan was being dropped off. (Yay!  Her favorite chore)!  Stu and two of the care givers discussed the hole, and what was going to happen.

[Stuff then happened that Stu did tell me, but I don't remember, as  I don't think I had had my coffee yet.  Still half-asleep.  Maybe he'll fill it in.]

One care giver said she’d would have fixed the hole, but she couldn’t reach.  A second also said she couldn’t reach.  Teagan, still with her coat falling off her shoulders and her hat sideways on her head, volunteered to fix the hole in the ceiling.  She raised up her arms, stood on tippy toes, and then sighed in resignation.  ”I can’t reach it yet.”

Sometimes my head just melts with the cuteness of her.  I wish I had been there.

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January 12, 2012

Teagan was so cute when we picked her up from day care.  Something happened, and there was a hole in the roof, right above the toddler area.  The facility got two men to work and fix it.  I think it was ok by the time we got there, but I hear there was lots of excitement.

Teagan was her normal sweet self.  She told the other kids (and Stu when he collected her) that Santa made the hole in the roof.  ”Ho Ho fall through the roof!”  She loved the workers too – “Mans!  Mans fix hole from Ho Ho!” (Yes, everything had an exclamation mark today!)

As we were loading her into the car, she saw the workers, and told me that “there, mans.  Mans fix roof.”  One of them overheard, and said that she was such a sweet kid.  She smiled at them and was very excited that they were there.  They were both black, and very pleased that my little girl called them “man”.  They both thought it was very funny.

It gave us the opportunity to tease Teagan, just a little, on the ride home.  Somehow she decided that Santa was in the car.  Stu said that he couldn’t get in, as the roof was closed.  Silly Dada, he came in the door!  I ask if he’s in the trunk, behind her.  Silly Mama, he’s sitting right next to her!

Great imagination on this kid.

Also, only Santa, and Teagan, can say “ho, ho,  ho”.  She gets very upset if we say “ho ho ho”.  We ask her if we can say it, she tells us we can’t.  Fun stuff.

It was much better than the night before, when she told Stu that poop lived in a house in her butt.

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January 4, 2012

I think we take Teagan shopping too much.  Maybe because taking her along on errands is a nice time killer.  Stu usually is the one to find some trivial, some not so trivial, errand to run.  Bread?  Can always use more.  Hammer?  Can’t seem to find ours.  Shoes?  She’s outgrown hers.

But I think we take her too often.  The past few days, every time we get in the car she asks if we’re going to the store, going shopping.  Doesn’t matter if it’s Stu or I, or the two of us, putting her in the car.  It’s always the same conversation.

Teagan:  ”We going store?”

Us:  ”No, we’re going to day care/LaLa’s/the park/Aunt Wendy’s/etc.”

Teagan:  ”We going store?”

Us:  ”No, honey, we’re not going to the store.”

Teagan:  ”We go buy something?”

Us:  ”No, we’re not going to by something, we’re not going to the store.”

Teagan:  ”But we need…  things.  We go store?”