Whew

Two craft fairs done, and now I don't have to knit for that anymore. I have some berets, some men's fingerless mitts, some headbands/earwarmers, and a couple kid bonnets left. Anybody in the market for handmade winter accessories?

The most important thing I learned was that people love knitted donuts. It puzzles people, but everyone finds them irresistible. Who knew?

Dialogue

Ruby: What are you going to call the baby?
Me: I don't know.
Ruby: Poppy. That's a good name. Say "Come on."
Me: Come on.
Ruby: And I don't come. Say "Come on."
Me: Come on.
Ruby: And I don't come. Say "Come on."
Me: Come on.
Ruby: And I come!
Me: Why do I have to ask so many times? Why can't you come when I ask you the first time?
Ruby: Because I like to itch my cheek. I like to itch my cheek and I like to itch my leg. And then I come.
Me: Oh.

Story

By the time I got to a keyboard, she had already told a good chunk of the story, but here's the last third of it:

Just then, a dragon came by. And the dragon said, "don't ever bite apples." So they didn't bite apples, but the dragon did bite apples. But the duck did. The duck said, "don't bite me, either." Just the ducks bite apples, no? Just then the ducks ate pears and stuff. Just the pears have faces and eyes. They hit them with the paper. And then they squeaked out the tree, and they heared, what kind of things they heared. There was a hedgehog. Hedgehogs, don't ever go in the fan! And the dog run up and up and up and up tried to get the fan. DON'T! They didn't hear them! Alright? They squeaked out and alright? And that's the story. Over the hills and far away, and then the duck wouldn't hear them anymore and they would hit each other. Just one duck came. Don't ever fight me up with CDs! Just over the hills. The end.

Not your problem

Ruby was pushing her stroller down the sidewalk the other day, because whoever heard of a 2 year old that will just sit quietly in a stroller? She was a terrible driver, swerving into the grass left and right. Jonathon would hold the front occasionally to help keep it on the sidewalk, while being subjected to strenuous and loud objections from Ruby. Finally, she yells, "no no no! This is not your problem!"

This afternoon, she was drawing spiders. She called them "moiding spiders" or alternately, "Awkmoiding spiders". When I asked her what that meant, she said matter of factly, "Goats. That's what it means." When I pressed her further, she said that it meant that they were tickling her.

3 hours

Ruby looked at some little buds along the sidewalk, crouched down, and declared that "these flowers will bloom in THREE HOURS." It's gone from narration to prophecy.

It's really interesting to see her development in terms of her sense of time. I think she understands yesterday and tomorrow, but how long that is in comparison to weeks or hours is completely wonky. It's really lovely to watch someone that is so completely in the here and now. The drama is ridiculous, but there's something really pure about someone who has no sense of perspective.

Rubber

I watered down some orange juice for Ruby. I watered it down a lot. Ruby took a swig thinking it was orange soda or something, and then she put it down and declared, "It's not fizzy at all. It's just rubber."

Speaking of rubber, she's also declared that my nipples are rubber also. Thanks honey, for that.

Nibbling?

Lately, after a poop, Ruby will announce with a strange smile that her "butt is nibbling." The other day, she added, "my crotch is nibbling too!" She pronounces it kind of like "niboolling" and the whole thing just puts me in stitches.