Tuesday, February 23, 2010
When we got home we made lunch together, then she carried her plate over to "the little table" in the TV room. We use this for special occasions like popcorn on movie night and 6:00 am weekend breakfasts in front of cartoons while Mommy and Daddy try to sneak a little more sleep.
"I wanna watch the 'lympics, Mommy," she said, digging into her yogurt. I'm not going to deny that request! It's rare that anyone is excited to watch my favorite televised entertainment with me.
It soon became apparent that she wanted to watch last night's rebroadcast of ice dancing.
"That's MY show, Mommy, not your show."
No argument from me on that one. I fast-forwarded to Virtue and Minor so she could see the gold medal performance before nap time.
"Look at that pretty princess dress, Mommy! That's a really pretty princess dress. It's just like an underwear shirt!"
I love my baby girl.
We also got to start an interesting discussion I'd hoped to put off for several more years. Men's Team Large Hill ski jumping came on as I fast forwarded to ice dancing. She liked watching the athletes fly through the air.
"Dat's a girl, Mommy?" Ada's really into figuring out who's a boy and who's a girl lately. She's also playing with pronouns and inventing her very own "jokes" about gender (like mixing a girl's name with "him" and watching me slyly to see if I pick up on the subtle switch).
"Nope, that's a boy. His name is Michael."
"When da girls gonna jump?"
"Women don't do this type of ski jumping at the Olympics."
I don't know.