ten things: pastetooth

1.  The rules are changing quickly around here.  I know I’m supposed to be keeping up, but I swear just yesterday I learned that orange runny poop was a-ok for a baby, and today she’s informing me that she needs MORE “pastetooth” on her “brushtooth.”  Who knew that compound words could work backward and forward?  (My apologies to her future English teachers who will get to grade her compositions and listen to the whine, “But my mom told me I could do it that way.”  She’s too cute to correct just yet.  Or ever.  I’m in trouble.)

2.  “Milk and cookies” are taking on new meanings around here, too.  The after dinner treat tonight was divided into a cookie family: crumbs were Baby Cookies.  Chunks were Mommy Cookies.  The Baby Cookie cried.  Had to be rocked.  And burped.  It spit up a bit on Little Friend’s shirt.  She demanded a bib.  And a burp cloth.  It burped again.  She fed it some milk.  It made slurping noises.

3.  Then she had no qualms about eating the Baby Cookie.

4.  Should I worry?

5. February has proven to be frugal with snow this year.  I’m not entirely complaining.  But when golf ball sized flakes materialized at dusk tonight, I was just a tad excited.  “Hot chocolate!” I announced as if this was the first snow of the season.  We are all fans of hot chocolate, but one of us is particularly fanatic:

6.  I love this kid.

7.  If February turns frigid in your neck of the woods, promise me you’ll wake up one morning and give this recipe for Maple Vanilla Roasted Pear Parfait a try.  Reasons you should try it (beyond the fact that it lives up to its delicious title): A) It heats the kitchen.  B) It warms the belly.  C) It will have me running to your house for seconds.

8.  Little Friend and I had spoon battles over scraping up the last dregs of butter-maple-syrup-pear-juice yogurt.  I won.  Because A) My spoon is bigger.  B) My tummy is bigger.  C) I have no scruples taking food from my babe.

9. But I let her get away with saying pastetooth.  I’m a softie at heart.

10. Now, if you’ll excuse me please.  I’m going to polish off the last Baby Cookies.

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7 Comments

  1. Haha, great post! Don’t worry about not eating the baby cookies. It just means she has a heart! My two oldest (8 and 5) still say vacruum instead of vacuum- until yesterday that is; when they were corrected by a peer (their grandmother)! I always thought it was too cute, and just let it slide….

    February 21, 2011
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  2. Amanda said:

    Aw! She’s so sweet and cute. <3 Pastetooth is adorable.

    February 21, 2011
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  3. Jo said:

    Reverse compound words–I love it! Wouldn’t that actually be a great exercise for an English teacher? Manipulation of the tool (words) helps you become more in efficient the use of that tool. If I bring Dave’s maple syrup, will you make the pears?!

    February 21, 2011
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  4. midnitechef said:

    Kids are funny how they think so literally. It’s paste and I put it on my tooth = pastetooth! You’re not secretly French or something? I was put through French Immersion (K thru 9) and had a horrible time in English language arts class because everything is backwards!

    Funny post btw!

    February 21, 2011
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  5. Melissa said:

    What a great kid! And no, I dont think you should be worried about her eating the baby cookies with a priceless look on her face… people have been eating full grown gingerbread men for years, not to mention adorable gummy bears and circus animal cookies too! I cant wait to see what comes from her creative and growing mind in the future.

    February 21, 2011
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  6. ann said:

    Wow, she is such a cutie! Beautiful, enjoy every minute. It flies by.

    February 23, 2011
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  7. Dianna said:

    Love your pictures! What a special “Little Friend” you have there!

    March 31, 2011
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