| Caboose Monkey |
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| Written by OHmommy | |
| Monday, 06 October 2008 19:00 | |
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"That is soooooo gross. DON'T teach her THAT!" I yell at Lola as she giggles out loud at the sight of Fifi smelling her own feet and replying, "Ew." Lola looks at me sweetly, "But it is soooooo funny that she listens to me." "Stop it. What are you teaching her?" I ask Jay as he shows Fifi how to fly off the ottoman and land on the plush couch. "She likes it Mama, you see how she is smiling at the trick I taught her?" As the caboose child, Fifi has innocently been exposed to couch sky diving, feet smelling, nose picking, sugared juice, sloppy Popsicles, foam swords, dart guns, iced sugar cookies, sticky gummy snacks, crunchy peanut butter... oh man I couldn't possibly list all of the items that my baby has been exposed to years before I introduced the same items to the other two. Note that smelling feet and nose picking was in no way ever taught in this house, it was a natural evolution. Each day she observes her siblings and cautiously watches everything they do. She rarely makes eye contact as her mind races and registers every action packed moment. The good observations of Jay and Lola far outweigh the bad. On most days. Our most favorite past time is hiking on the banks of the Cuyahoga River in Cleveland:        Monkey see, monkey do. But this little monkey is also an extraordinary little person that leads us everyday to smile, laugh, and enjoy the little moments."Ewwwww, Mama! Bug eww." She found the caterpillar in an overgrown prairie and pointed it out for us, on our hike. "Touch it Feenster!" Lola demanded. Fifi shook her sweet little head NO and walked away on her own path. Smart little monkey too. |
