Abstractions - Sydney Shimko

As we got in the car to go home ...
S: It's a beautiful day.
M: Yeah now I can practice my juggling.
S: ???? (As far as I know, she doesn't even know what juggling is.)
M: Ha ha I'm just being silly.

Maia's response to a failed attempt to open a difficult cabinet door ...

M: I'm not strong anymore because I slept in. 
S: Why aren't you strong anymore?
M: Because I don't have any bones.
S: Your bones make you strong? What about muscles?
M: Nods head, pouting.
S: Do you have any muscles?
M: Shakes head, still pouting.
S: No muscles either?
M: No ... (pitifully and resigned) I slept in.
S: Hmm, mama and papa like it when you sleep in.

This is Maia's bed - she sleeps with a blanket folded up as a pillow and several other blankets. When I came in to find her still awake a while after bedtime, she was using her 'pillow' blanket as the 4th blanket on top of her. We're in the Midwest, but it's still June.

Here's what she had to say about making her pillow into a blanket ...

"I did that for a reason because I said to myself, 'I might be cold without this on.'"

M (out of the blue): You broke my heart.
S: What?
M: You hit my head and broke my heart.
S: Who told you that?
M: My sister of law.

Hi, who is this?
Obama?
Ok.
I'm calling to get a hair cut ...

The other day I had both kids at home. Tarek was sleeping, Maia was playing nicely by herself, so I decided to take a shower. When I finished, I asked Maia how she was doing in the other room. She said, "I'm on the computer ... and I turned the music on." This I had to see, so I went out and there she was on the computer and she had Windows Media Player on and playing some samples or something. I don't know how she did it, but she was certainly proud of herself. Now I have to be sure to always log off because she thinks she's a power user when she bangs on the keyboard.
Here's the funny part. Yesterday she told me, "Mama, I need my web site on dot com." When I asked her who says that, she said, "um, the people on the car (NPR)." I'm always amazed at how much she's paying attention. Lately, she always listens for the radio hosts to say their names. She knows all the Food Network stars, I guess NPR correspondents are next.

Maia just emptied the spice cabinet and walked into the living room with overstuffed armfuls of spice jars because, "Rachel Ray does that."

... Yikes, what have I done!?

A conversation between me and Maia.

M - Mama, can I have a snack?
S - No sweetie, we're going to have dinner in just a little while.
a minute later ...
M - Mama, can I have a pickle?
S - Ok, you can have a small pickle.
M - And mama, with my pickle, can I have a bagel?

We took Maia to the dentist this week and she did really well. Rosa cleaned her teeth and then the dentist (a man) came in to take a look and "count them." A couple of days later, driving to daycare she said, "Mama, when I get bigger and bigger, I want to clean people's teeth ... Yeah and Tarek can count them."