Knock-knock joke

Tasman learned the famous banana/orange knock-knock joke from an episode of Backyardigans. Well, she sort of learned it. Most of you probably know how the joke is supposed to go. (If not, watch it on YouTube.) Here's how it went this morning, prompted by the fact that she was eating a banana for breakfast.

T: [knocking on her tray] Knock knock.
S: Who's there?
T: Banana.
S: Banana who?
T: Knock knock.
S: Who's there?
T: Orange.
S: Orange who?
T: Knock knock.
S: Who's there?
T: Orange.
S: Orange who?
T: Knock knock.
S: Who's there?
T: Are you going to say banana?

All aboard

Tas has been a bit obsessed with trains since yesterday when she rode on a small one at the mall.

This morning, we were practicing counting with our fingers. After struggling to keep her ring finger and little finger tucked under her thumb, she finally managed to keep two fingers up. To celebrate her success, she started shouting, "Two! Two!" over and over again. Then she stopped for a second. Her eyes widened with excitement, and she started shouting, "Chugga, chugga, two, two!" instead.

This isn't the first time she's been unusually creative with the number two.

Future professions

Sean is forever getting on my case for not posting, so here we go. Tas was really on a roll last night. I was on the phone with my friend Lisa when Tas got out the doctor kit that my mom gave her for Christmas. She's played with it a little, but last night she gave me a thorough check up. She listened to my heart, smacked my shin with the reflex hammer to "check-a-knee." She looked in my throat: "check for the mouf," she says. She used the "autoscope" to look in my eyes and ears, she gave me a shot and a bandage and then said, "Here's a lollipop." Made me laugh. You'd think she goes to the doctor all the time. The last time she was there was about four months ago and I don't remember them giving her a lollipop, but candy is memorable to a two year old.

After her bath she was playing Pat-a-cake with me. She seems to think it involves two people at this point; I'm not sure why. We made it through an enthusiastic round one and on the second time around she said, "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, make a man." I said, "Make a man? Can we make one for Lisa?" (Lisa is our good friend from San Diego who is single.) Tas said, "Yeah!" So I asked Tasman, "What's his name?" She thought for a while ("ummmmmm") and then said, "Santa Claus?!!" What do you say Lisa? It could work.

Lastly, at prayer time, Tasman said her own prayers for the first time. She's been repeating them after us for a few months, but last night she just said them by herself. She opened and closed properly and she thanked Heavenly Father for the day and blessed us to be safe. The rest was pretty incomprehensible, except for something about parachutes. Sean was trying hard not to laugh out loud.

So after yesterday, I'd guess she'll either be a doctor, a matchmaker, or a paratrooper, but maybe it's too early to tell.

I always like to see pictures, so here are some from this morning.

Are we on a first name basis?

Tasman greeted me today as I went to get her out of her crib after her nap. "Hi, Sean! Where's Kirsti?" Hmm...

Long time, no blog

Well, it's been a while since we've blogged. December was a busy month, as it usually is for everyone. Nevertheless, here we are again, back in sunny San Diego.

We traveled to Utah for Christmas break. Despite the poor weather conditions on the roads, we managed to drive safely there and back again. We spent most of our time at Kirsti's parents, with a number of trips out to West Valley to see my parents. (We alternate years, staying with one set of parents one year, and the other the next.) We have had several years now to get used to the idea that really everyone just wants to see Tasman. So Kirsti and I chilled and let grandpas, grandmas, aunts, and uncles entertain Tasman for hours on end. We were relieved of most of the bathing duties, dressing duties, and even some dirty diaper duties. Thanks, family!

We had lots of fun on the trip and Tasman did more than her share of showing off to and getting attention from anyone who was interested (which was usually everyone in the room). She constantly cracked everyone up. One night, we were all watching a movie in the Rowberry's basement. They have some tall, thin surround sound speakers that sit behind the couches and chairs. Tasman walked up to one of the speakers, put her mouth up next to it, and said, "Want taco and a drink." I thought that Kirsti's mom and brother were going to wet their pants, they were laughing so hard. Of course, this caused Tas to keep doing it, and every time she did, everyone would just laugh even harder. We had to work hard to convince everyone that we don't go to the Taco Bell drive-through all that often.

Now that life is back on a normal track, we hope to get back to a regular blogging schedule.