This would be reason #1 I disappeared from blogging. Today, she said that she loves bald daddy. I love smelly Marlie. Turn your back and she's quoting Dora. Luckily Dora taught her that ayudame means "help me" and that saved many a cupcake from landing in Homer the dog's mouth. They've compromised.
There's nothing better for getting you through even the toughest of days than the mind (and mouth) of a two-year-old. For one of the best Marlie moments caught on film, skip ahead to the 1:40 or so mark.
On what was a beautiful Saturday, the first in a while, I took the family to downtown Raleigh to the Bug Fest where I managed to thoroughly disgust them. Check out the reaction toward the end of the video. And if you have any recipes, please share.
What is it about trains and little kids? I think you can tell by the look on Marlie's face that trains are bliss. Especially if one gets to ride a real, honest-to-goodness steam engine-powered train from Nowhere, North Carolina, through the woods, turning around just south of Notsureville and returning back to Nowhere an hour or so later. And when you're on a train, even 90 degrees of September with high humidity (thanks to Hanna) can't get you down. Especially when you look into the eyes of your daughter and see what I saw, your daughter who believes that every train is Thomas and Thomas is real. Just make sure to hold the slaw on your BBQ sandwich prior to that hour-long trip.
Marlie took in her first baseball game last night. She enjoyed Cracker Jacks, the kiddie play area, the between inning music, and several walks toward the world-famous Durham Bull sign where she would point out all of the drains in the sidewalk. In other words, we're still a few years away from Marlie being interested in anything between the foul lines.
Tonight's question: Do we take a kid who is afraid of the sound of vacuum cleaners and car horns to a firework show? Probably not.
Syntax of Things has a new hero: ex-Major League pitcher Bert Blyleven (pictured right), who should be in baseball's Hall of Fame not only for being a pretty damn good pitcher but also for what he reveals in this interview:
Q: Speaking of pride, what about this T-shirt you've been photographed wearing that says, "I [heart] to fart"? BB: I LOVE to fart. Q: What's wrong with you? BB: I'm honest. Have you ever farted? Q: One or two times. BB: And did it feel good? Q: Always. BB: Probably so. That's why I wore it. I love to fart. I do. When the time is right, I do it. I'm not going to hide it. Q: You're so blunt about your love for flatulence. BB: Yeah. Well, someone gave me the shirt because of my history of farting, so I wear it. I LOVE to fart. I think I still have it. Q: What gets you really gassy? BB: Anything. The air we're breathing right now. Q: Should I be ready for something? BB: I have no trouble. It's not one thing that I eat, it's just passed down from my father. My father was a very good farter. I have a sister who's very good at it, too. Probably better than I am.
Speaking of, I hope my wife doesn't mind me sharing this little tidbit of wee one lore that she sent out in an email to the family:
The other day,I had her [Marlie] on the bed asking her to make a "happy face, sad face" to cough, to sneeze, to hiccup and then, for kicks, to poot. She happily obliged on it all except for the pooting--I didn't hear anything...and I thought to myself, "Elaine, maybe I shouldn't ask her this, it could be trouble..." --but then--all of a sudden, the smell wafted its way up to my nose. A Silent but Deadly she did! A girl that can poot on command! Lovely. Just lovely.
She is her Daddy's daughter, no?
Such talent for a 22-month-old kid. Does her daddy proud!
The SoT family took a field trip on Friday to the outskirts of Raleigh to see some living, breathing farm animals. The cool part was that not only did they have the farm animals there for the viewing and petting, but they had adult and baby versions of said animals. So Marlie got to pick up a chick, pet a baby goat, see a two-week-old calf, and stare lovingly at a foal. I don't know if I've mentioned before that Marlie has been learning sign language since she was no more than six months old. So she spent much of the day saying what the animal was, flashing its sign, and then imitating what the animal says. Not bad for 20-month-old kid, I must say.
While she may not appear all that happy in the photo above sitting next to the goofball that is her father, in reality she's staring at a line of tractors that had been set up for the kids to climb into. In fact, out of all of the things to see, the tractors came in a close second as far as her enjoyment, just below the free ice cream she received at the end of the tour.
For a video of Marlie checking out turkeys and chickens, go here.
Ah, the fair, where a kid can be a Teletubby. Notice the kickbutt shirt that cool dude behind her is sporting. I got the stink-eye from one or two people whom I believe had read the quote from Howl on the back. This is the state fair, after all.
And what would a fair be without a deep fried something that shouldn't be deep fried, in this case a couple of Reese's Cups. I love how they sprinkle a little powdered sugar on top. Just in case.
It should be mentioned that Marlie's first pony ride will forever be remembered for the pony directly across from us in the circle of ponies. During a stop in the action to allow the ponycarnie to clean some ponyapples from the hay, said pony became a little agitated and nearly threw a petrified little girl. Needless to say, I grabbed Marlie and made for the exit. You can never be too careful in an enclosed space with a bunch of ponies.