At the conclusion of each of our family runs Ada gets a chance to stretch her legs and run the last 100 yards or so. We have been doing this for months, but recently Ada has really started to show promise - actually running more and stopping to pick up rocks less.
Well tonight we sort of stumbled out of the house to do a quick run to the grocery store and back, not really paying much attention to what Ada was wearing since she put herself into the stroller. As we got about half a mile away from the house we noticed that Ada didn't have any shoes on. Not so much of an issue during the run or at the grocery store, but BIG BIG problem when Ada wanted to get out and run. Not really knowing exactly how much Ada loves her nightly run we opted to just skip the stop to let Ada out and rolled all the way home. Bad idea. BAD BAD IDEA.
We got home and Ada made it known that we did indeed HAVE to get her running shoes (and socks) and then go for a little stroll together. So after finally finding her shoes (and pink socks) Ada started out down the sidewalk. We thought she would run to the spot where she normally starts and then turn around. NOPE. She took us all the way down the street and then all the way back up the hill for a run total of .63 miles!!
Now you might guess that while Ada is fast for a two year old - she is not so fast that Elliot and I have issues walking as fast as she runs. But Ada was having NONE of that. She insisted that all three of us RUN the entire way (except for the short portion near the end where Ada started doing Karate kicks). Obviously Ada did not approve of Mommy and Daddy's short (super short) run to the store.
When Ada becomes a world famous personal trainer we can pinpoint this workout as the point when it all began.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
oh my goodness
Ada has new favorite phrase "Oh my goodness". Every time those three little words slip from Ada's mouth I just crack up. Not that the phrase in and of itself is all that funny, but the tone she adds to it is ripe with all the worry and concern of someone much much more mature in years than our dear little Ada. I also can't help but picture Molly from the movie Annie who is famous for repeating "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my GOODness" whenever Miss Hannigan starts after the orphans. Ada drops her new favorite ditty at almost any occasion. We are putting on Ada's "makeup" and she drops her brush - "Oh my goodness, Mommy", she gets a drop of water on her hand as we are brushing her teeth - (a garbled) "Oh my goodness, Mommy", we pull up to get gas - "Oh my goodness, Mommy", Ada gets cold as we are driving to daycare - "Oh my goodness, Mommy"... You get the point.
As far as I know Ada has only seen the movie Annie once in her lifetime so I'm not sure that is where she picked up the saying. However, given her similarity to the toddler version of her Auntie Julie I'm not counting it out just yet.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
FAN-TASTIC
Given Ada's love of the show 'Dancing with the Stars' and well her love of all things that involve pretty dresses, music, and dancing we have started watching the summer hit 'So you think you can dance'. And Ada LOVES it.
We have a little routine on Wednesday nights where we climb into bed after our nightly jog and snuggle up while we watch 'the dancing' as Ada refers to it. Last week after one particularly good routine one of the judges summed up his opinion by stating "FAN-TASTIC", and then went on with the rest of his critique. Ada was cuddled up in my legs at this point and she brought her right hand up to her face in a semi-Thinker pose and slowly sounded out 'fan-tas-tic, fan-tastic, FANTASTIC'. Which of course sent Elliot and I into fits of laughter. The equivalent to a 10 foot tall trophy filled with chocolate pudding in the world of kid-dom. So Ada spent the next 10 minutes saying FAN-TASTIC, FAN-TASTIC, FANTASTICCCCCCC!!! She finally settled down when more dancing started but would throw out a FAN-TASTIC every couple of minutes just to see if she could still get laughs from Mom and Dad (she could).
Fantastic has now become part of our daily conversation. Fast forward to our ride home from school yesterday.
Proving just how FANTASTIC she really is...
We have a little routine on Wednesday nights where we climb into bed after our nightly jog and snuggle up while we watch 'the dancing' as Ada refers to it. Last week after one particularly good routine one of the judges summed up his opinion by stating "FAN-TASTIC", and then went on with the rest of his critique. Ada was cuddled up in my legs at this point and she brought her right hand up to her face in a semi-Thinker pose and slowly sounded out 'fan-tas-tic, fan-tastic, FANTASTIC'. Which of course sent Elliot and I into fits of laughter. The equivalent to a 10 foot tall trophy filled with chocolate pudding in the world of kid-dom. So Ada spent the next 10 minutes saying FAN-TASTIC, FAN-TASTIC, FANTASTICCCCCCC!!! She finally settled down when more dancing started but would throw out a FAN-TASTIC every couple of minutes just to see if she could still get laughs from Mom and Dad (she could).
Fantastic has now become part of our daily conversation. Fast forward to our ride home from school yesterday.
Ada: Mom and Dad are fantastic
Me: Ada you are fantastic
Ada: No
Me: You are terrific
Ada: No
Me: You are amazing
Ada: No
Me: Ok, what are you?
Ada: I'm Ada Beta!!!
Proving just how FANTASTIC she really is...
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
carnivore
Ada has a pretty steady diet of Mac-n-Cheese, pasta with butter and cheese - or pasta with cheese on top as Ada refers to it, chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and every once in a while a grilled cheese sandwich. You will notice that each of these items are heavily laden with carbs. Girl likes her carbs.
Well this weekend we went to a BBQ at a friend's house and since Ada had just woken up from a nap she was pretty hungry. Instead of allowing her to go straight to the pink cookies that Auntie Julie had so kindly picked up for her, we decided to try to get Ada to eat some real food. She was strangely drawn to the plate of freshly grilled hamburger patties, so we put together a burger with lots and lots and lots of ketchup. And to my surprise she actually willingly ate about a third of the hamburger!! Our little carb-o-holic had willingly taken in a whole mouthful of protein. Shhh - we don't want that little secret to get out.
As luck would have it our Sunday also turned out to be a mess of poorly timed naps that resulted in a ravenous Ada after our hockey games. So we decided to stop at Wendy's on the way home for one of our three fast food meals of the year. We asked Ada if she wanted chicken nuggets, a hamburger, or a cheeseburger. Her response - CHEESEBURGER - as if she had had more than six bites of red meat her entire life. So we got her a cheeseburger and she wolfed down half of the burger delighting in each bite as if she was actually eating chocolate. This opens a whole new world for Elliot. I am the fast food Nazi in our house - I don't like it and it does not like me - so Elliot usually only gets to indulge in his favorite fast food joints when I'm either so worn down I give in or more likely I'm out of town. Now that Ada is on board I'm now officially out numbered. My arteries are already shaking.
Well this weekend we went to a BBQ at a friend's house and since Ada had just woken up from a nap she was pretty hungry. Instead of allowing her to go straight to the pink cookies that Auntie Julie had so kindly picked up for her, we decided to try to get Ada to eat some real food. She was strangely drawn to the plate of freshly grilled hamburger patties, so we put together a burger with lots and lots and lots of ketchup. And to my surprise she actually willingly ate about a third of the hamburger!! Our little carb-o-holic had willingly taken in a whole mouthful of protein. Shhh - we don't want that little secret to get out.
As luck would have it our Sunday also turned out to be a mess of poorly timed naps that resulted in a ravenous Ada after our hockey games. So we decided to stop at Wendy's on the way home for one of our three fast food meals of the year. We asked Ada if she wanted chicken nuggets, a hamburger, or a cheeseburger. Her response - CHEESEBURGER - as if she had had more than six bites of red meat her entire life. So we got her a cheeseburger and she wolfed down half of the burger delighting in each bite as if she was actually eating chocolate. This opens a whole new world for Elliot. I am the fast food Nazi in our house - I don't like it and it does not like me - so Elliot usually only gets to indulge in his favorite fast food joints when I'm either so worn down I give in or more likely I'm out of town. Now that Ada is on board I'm now officially out numbered. My arteries are already shaking.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
hot tubing it
Ada has been getting more and more used to the water. If you have been following Adabeta for a while you might recall that Ada once hated water more than she now hates wearing pants. Once she discovered that you can have fun in water and that washing is not always involved she has become much more of a fan of the old agua.
Most of Ada's pool experiences have been in hotels because we do not have a pool at home and the last pool party we attended Ada screamed every time we got her in the water. But we do have a hot tub. A hot tub that Elliot and I have been in only a handful of times since Ada came into our lives. Most of this has to do with our laziness once we get Ada to sleep, since we really didn't want to bring Ada in before she was of substantial size and of course potty trained. Well both of those criteria are now met so we decided to introduce Ada to the wonderful world of hot tubing.
She LOVED it. She wasn't scared of the bubbles, she wasn't turned off by the heat, but she really really really did not want to let go of mommy. Perhaps her favorite thing of all (aside from the fact that she was in the water) was the hamstring jet that shoots up from the bottom of the hot tub. When not impeded by a hamstring, this jet on full blast creates a little fountain.
Ada spent a few minutes "swimming" back and forth between the two of us and as she was moving around in the water she had her pure ecstatic smile on her face. The smile that you don't get in pictures, the smile that only comes out when she doesn't realize anyone is looking, and the smile I hope she has when she navigates through all of the milestones in her life, because when you see it - you know she is at the topmost point of bliss.
Something tells me we are going to spend many more nights in the hot tub this summer. My hamstrings cannot be more happy!
Most of Ada's pool experiences have been in hotels because we do not have a pool at home and the last pool party we attended Ada screamed every time we got her in the water. But we do have a hot tub. A hot tub that Elliot and I have been in only a handful of times since Ada came into our lives. Most of this has to do with our laziness once we get Ada to sleep, since we really didn't want to bring Ada in before she was of substantial size and of course potty trained. Well both of those criteria are now met so we decided to introduce Ada to the wonderful world of hot tubing.
She LOVED it. She wasn't scared of the bubbles, she wasn't turned off by the heat, but she really really really did not want to let go of mommy. Perhaps her favorite thing of all (aside from the fact that she was in the water) was the hamstring jet that shoots up from the bottom of the hot tub. When not impeded by a hamstring, this jet on full blast creates a little fountain.
Ada spent a few minutes "swimming" back and forth between the two of us and as she was moving around in the water she had her pure ecstatic smile on her face. The smile that you don't get in pictures, the smile that only comes out when she doesn't realize anyone is looking, and the smile I hope she has when she navigates through all of the milestones in her life, because when you see it - you know she is at the topmost point of bliss.
Something tells me we are going to spend many more nights in the hot tub this summer. My hamstrings cannot be more happy!
Monday, June 1, 2009
Shamu airplane
The whole family took a trip to Orlando this past weekend to visit Eric (Hi Eric!!). This meant that we had to take a plane ride - technically 4 separate plane rides - which had Ada over the moon with excitement.
Ada loves flying so much that all she could talk about on Wednesday at school was how she was going to go on an airplane in "two couple of days" although really she was going in one day - we didn't really correct her.
The flight out was pretty uneventful - Ada was happy and well rested, and Elliot and I took turns being the one to entertain her as she made no signal that was ready for a nap (the WHOLE day).
Our trip was also good, although Ada refused to go to sleep before 1 am even though Elliot and I often fell asleep around midnight.
On the flight back we stopped in Denver to switch planes. On the tarmac in Denver we spotted a Southwest plane that was painted like Shamu. Thinking it would be a good distraction for Ada, Elliot pointed it out. Ada's latest obsession is Shamu (or dolphin as she likes to call him) and when she saw the plane she HAD to be on it. Now if you know how plane travel works you understand that you get whatever plane the airline lines up for you and there is no discussion about it. Well Ada still has some education in this area and decided that screaming throughout the terminal was going to get her what she wanted. And honestly I wouldn't have thought any less of the folks at Southwest if they did cave under her intense wailing, but alas they did not. So the only way I could get Ada to stop crying was to tell her we were going to go look around the airport for the Shamu plane. We took a walk to the bathroom and looked for him in the stall, the sink and the trash can - no luck. Elliot took her to the cafe around the corner from our gate and they checked in the refrigerated case and behind the counter but still had no luck. She did melt down one more time after they got back from the food adventure but we managed to distract her with hope that Shamu might be on the plane. We figured that once she got on the plane the excitement over flying might take over and resolve the fit throwing.
Luckily it did. You could see the looks of relief on the faces of all of our fellow passengers as they boarded the plane, didn't hear any wailing, and walked by our row to see Ada happily looking out the window (her big plane window) and talking loudly about the bags that were being loaded below us.
Ada loves flying so much that all she could talk about on Wednesday at school was how she was going to go on an airplane in "two couple of days" although really she was going in one day - we didn't really correct her.
The flight out was pretty uneventful - Ada was happy and well rested, and Elliot and I took turns being the one to entertain her as she made no signal that was ready for a nap (the WHOLE day).
Our trip was also good, although Ada refused to go to sleep before 1 am even though Elliot and I often fell asleep around midnight.
On the flight back we stopped in Denver to switch planes. On the tarmac in Denver we spotted a Southwest plane that was painted like Shamu. Thinking it would be a good distraction for Ada, Elliot pointed it out. Ada's latest obsession is Shamu (or dolphin as she likes to call him) and when she saw the plane she HAD to be on it. Now if you know how plane travel works you understand that you get whatever plane the airline lines up for you and there is no discussion about it. Well Ada still has some education in this area and decided that screaming throughout the terminal was going to get her what she wanted. And honestly I wouldn't have thought any less of the folks at Southwest if they did cave under her intense wailing, but alas they did not. So the only way I could get Ada to stop crying was to tell her we were going to go look around the airport for the Shamu plane. We took a walk to the bathroom and looked for him in the stall, the sink and the trash can - no luck. Elliot took her to the cafe around the corner from our gate and they checked in the refrigerated case and behind the counter but still had no luck. She did melt down one more time after they got back from the food adventure but we managed to distract her with hope that Shamu might be on the plane. We figured that once she got on the plane the excitement over flying might take over and resolve the fit throwing.
Luckily it did. You could see the looks of relief on the faces of all of our fellow passengers as they boarded the plane, didn't hear any wailing, and walked by our row to see Ada happily looking out the window (her big plane window) and talking loudly about the bags that were being loaded below us.
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