Striking Out On Her Own

Claire and I had this conversation in the car today, perhaps inspired by talk of the move to Texas.

Claire: Daddy, I'm moving to my own house.
Me: Oh really? Wow! (feigning belief) How big is the house?
Claire: Big enough, Daddy! Big enough!

She sounded pretty serious.

Comfy

Today Claire was making her usual proclamations, such as "Muffin is furrrrry!" or "Cheese is yummy!" when I picked her up and held her in my left arm. After a few seconds, she said, "You're comfy, Daddy."

Besides feeling a little bit like a sofa, I couldn't ask for a better compliment.

I want Grace!

Claire has been going to Grace during the day for over two years now. She loves Grace like another mom, and she is often upset to leave Grace at the end of the day. But once she gets home, Claire knows she is with her own family and does not ask for Grace.

Recently, however, with only about one month left in Atlanta before we move to Texas, Claire has occasionally started saying things at home like, "I miss Grace!" or "I want Grace!". This is strange timing. We have not actually talked to Claire yet about moving, as it is supposed to be too early for a kid her age to understand. But maybe she is picking up on some subtle clues anyways. Maybe these kids are smarter than they act.

Ant!

Claire has a history of being rather scared of ants. Sometimes we would sit on the white-painted wooden steps in front of the house, playing or just hanging out. On those bright white steps, a little tiny ant showed up easily, and Claire never seemed to miss one. She would yell, "annnnttt!" and frantically scramble up or down the steps, away from the minuscule intruder. Eventually her fear was moderated, and she would generally just avoid any ants she saw, gradually with less and less trepidation.

Now it is the ants who should be afraid.

Tonight Claire noticed a little ant crawling on the table during dinner. She said in a loud but not panicked voice, "ant!" Kit and I, out of habit, were reassuring her it was not going to hurt her, and there was nothing to be afraid of, as the ant crawled closer to her plate. Claire kept staring at it intensly, and then -- whack! -- she brought her hand up and down quickly and smashed the ant on the table. The fierce strike immediately stopped the ant, and Claire went back to eating her pizza.

I was a little horrified, actually. I don't normally squash insects unless they are really being a nuisance. I am not sure where Claire even got the idea to smash it; from all the older boys she hangs out with, I guess. Nonetheless, I was also strangely impressed by her power and coordination. Claire normally sort of fumbles with soccer balls and runs around in circles giggling. But this toddler can take care of business if she needs to!

Class Picture 2008

From top left:

Ms. Betsy, Ms. Janet

Nathan, Abbey, Tiller (Matilda), Kai

our Claire, Turner

Crooner

Claire likes to sing her own little songs about different people now. She'll pick a person and sing a little song. Sometimes it even sounds pretty good. Normally her songs go like this one about Muffin.

"Muffin is a wonderful doggy, Muffin is a wonderful doggy, so wonderful, Muffin, Muffin, Muffin."

She doesn't sing it to any tune I can readily identify, but it might be inspired by "Frere Jacques". She adapts this same format to the people in her life, like, "Grammy is a wonderful lady..."

One day Kit and I were driving to dinner with Claire, and she started singing a different variation, about our jobs. "Mommy is a doctor, Mommy is a doctor." Then she started singing, "Daddy is a ...." After a long pause she sort of mumbled something quietly to herself, like "Daddy is a .... mrpahpahpah". She couldn't figure out what I was besides a daddy! After a few more seconds, Claire found another way out of the conundrum. "Daddy is a ... handsome guy!" (Later, she changed it to "office guy")

Thanks for compliment, Claire, but for future reference I am a "systems analyst". Don't worry, I don't know what it means either, but it seems to have something to do with computers.

Dancing with the Cows

We are in the middle of selling our house in Atlanta right now. "Fantastic Renovated Bungalow with Finished Basement!", anyone? So far, no offers. There are 22 houses for sale in our little neighborhood of Woodland Hills, so it is going to be tough.

Anyways, someone had arranged to look at the house this evening, and we all had to clear out of the house between 5:30 and 6:30. So Kit picked up Claire from Grace, I dropped Muffin off at our friend Melissa's house, and we all met up at Chick-fil-A where we could turn Claire loose on the playground for a while. They were having some sort of kid's night there, and the place was crawling with kids. Claire played a "spin the wheel" game, where in reality she won a Cinnamon Cluster, but thankfully they gave her a little toy cow with a sign reading "Eat mor chikn" instead.

As we ate dinner, a really big guy in a cow custume started wandering around the place waving at the kids. At first, Claire was a little scared of the six-foot-tall walking cow, as I think any sane person would be. But she did wave back at him, softly saying, "Hiiiii." Besides that, it was mostly an arms-length situation, and the cow went on his way to pester some other kids.

After gnawing on some more chicken nuggets, Claire got her courage up and hopped out of her chair without a word. She waddled across the crowded restaurant all by herself straight for the giant cow. I was hoping the cow would not accidentally step on her. He did not, and in fact he crouched down and waved at her. Claire then stepped forward and hugged the cow's large legs. After a lot of staring and waving between the cow and Claire, the situation bizarrly turned into a dance-off! The cow stomped his foot, then Claire stomped her foot. The cow wiggled his arm, then Claire wiggled her arm. Eventually Claire took the lead, doing some light hopping and then some hilarious rear-end wiggling, some serous getting-down. The giant cow matched her step for step. After that it went back to some waiving and stomping, and then I had to escort Claire away from the gigantic cartoonish cow to give other kids a chance to play with him.

Claire made another break for the cow a few minutes later, but by then it was getting late and we needed to do some errands before heading home. Sadly, we did not have all night to watch our daughter dance with a giant cow. Wow, that is a really weird sentence. But we were very proud of Claire for being so brave as to go after that "silly dancing cow", as she would recollect later before going to bed.