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My 2-year-old's orange obsession

by Traci Schumacher on Thu, 01/19/2012 - 11:34pm

Does your child have a favorite color? My 2-year-old's favorite color is orange (much to the chagrin of my Georgia Bulldog husband!). Given a choice of crayons, my little guy picks orange. He has been known to color entire pictures orange. If I let him, he would wear his orange shirt every day. And he has two pairs of orange socks that he always wants to wear.

My singing drives my son crazy for some strange reason

by Traci Schumacher on Wed, 12/14/2011 - 1:38pm

 

I started singing Christmas carols around the house the other day, and my 2-year-old started yelling, 

“No! Stop singing!” The more I sang, the more he complained. It was enough to make me doubt my singing abilities!

My two other children have never complained about my singing, and they used to make special requests when they were younger. “Away in the Manger” was always a favorite.

Kids can be so literal!

by Traci Schumacher on Fri, 11/11/2011 - 2:57pm
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Yesterday my little guy (age 2) managed to fall off the living room chair. He cried, and I rescued him off the floor. Since I didn't actually see him fall, I asked him where he got hurt. I was thinking in terms of body parts (head, nose, arm, etc). He looked at me with his tear-filled eyes, then pointed to the floor and said, “Right there!”

A toddler's tricks for avoiding bedtime

by Traci Schumacher on Mon, 08/29/2011 - 9:16pm

My 2-year-old has learned the art of procrastination. Even worse, he has figured out that he can combine his love for books, his aversion to bedtime, and our parental paranoia that he might need to go potty. Put them all together and he comes up with a Get Out of Bed Free Pass... good for at least 15 minutes of story time while he sits on the potty, not going to bed.

Budding entrepreneur... or con artist?!

by Traci Schumacher on Tue, 06/28/2011 - 3:17pm
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Inspired by her newly acquired FurReal parrot (new from a yard sale – love it!), my daughter (age 7) started putting on The Parrot Show at our house recently. Complete with welcome sign, tickets, and an announcer (that would be me), the show mainly consists of my daughter practicing her ventriloquism as the bird counts in Spanish, sings, and answers questions.

A toddler helping with chores

by Traci Schumacher on Tue, 05/10/2011 - 8:25pm
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The other day my toddler decided to help sweep the floor (I know... enjoy it while it lasts!). So away he went with his little broom around the corner. A moment later I heard him say, “Foo me,” which is his lingo for “excuse me.” I didn't think anything of it.

Then I heard it again, multiple times. “Foo me. Foo me. Foo me!” Finally, it was followed by the less polite, “Move!”

Dinosaurs in the schoolyard

by Traci Schumacher on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:03pm

You may not be aware of it, but apparently Savannah's Southside is rich in fossil remains – of dinosaurs, specifically.

Just the other day my first-grade daughter found a “dinosaur tooth” on the playground at recess. Her identification of the hard brown object was confirmed by her closest classmates and colleagues. And there was great speculation as to what type of dinosaur it belonged to.

The art of the joke

by Traci Schumacher on Wed, 03/30/2011 - 9:53am

Yesterday I was reading some kid-friendly jokes to my son and daughter, and they loved it (although I did have to explain some of the puns). Then they tried their hand at telling jokes.

My daughter is older and is beginning to understand about making plays on words and puns. My son (5), however, just cracks himself up by saying any old silly thing.

When how-to-eat-french-fries is not so obvious

When how-to-eat-french-fries is not so obvious

by Traci Schumacher on Thu, 03/24/2011 - 1:28pm
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There are some things you just don't think of having to teach your kids about. Like how to eat french fries from the small bag they come in. Pull out a fry, and eat. Simple, right?

We were driving home from the beach last weekend, and stopped by McDonald's for a quick potty break and snack. I bought four small fries – one for each of the kids and one for me. Back in the van, I handed my toddler his bag o' fries, and he stared at it. “French fries,” I explained. What more needed to be said?

Locked Out By My Toddler

by Traci Schumacher on Mon, 03/14/2011 - 10:35am
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It was a cool, sunny morning, and my toddler and I were home together. He was playing happily, so I grabbed the full kitchen trash bag and scooted out the back door to put it in the garbage can. I was back within a minute, grabbed the doorknob to open the door, and found the door locked. I tried the door again in disbelief, but it was really locked!

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