So, what do you get when you add two Star-Wars-obsessed kids, Legos, and a video camera? This. (Also: I feel the need to mention that they haven’t actually seen any of the Star Wars movies. So this is their version of Star Wars via, you know, book learnin’.)
Today we fete Zuzu, who is now 4 (and also celebrate this fun brief time when, until August, we have kids who are 2, 4, 6, and 8 years old). We are making cherry cupcakes today, since apparently cherry cupcakes mean birthday. For her birthday dinner she requested:
broccoli, for the people who want broccoli
carrots, for the people who want carrots, not me though, make sure you put down ‘NOT ZUZU’
salad for the grownups
bread with butter.
Sounds good to me. And I’ll leave you with this, which you’re going to have to view as a rare white unicorn glimpsed in the forest (I used to say “it’s like seeing Snuffleupagus” until I found out that now everyone can see Snuffleupagus). Zuzu often picks up a book, and reads it to herself in this incredibly hilarious (to us) fashion, making up the story based only loosely on the pictures and more on what people are saying near her at the time, and whatever else might be going through her head. We all, all of us, here, love watching her do this, BUT…if she knows she’s being watched, she stops immediately. Last week I saw her reading to herself in this manner, and tried to get a video, but I was too far away, and next to the humming aquarium, so you can’t really hear her. But you can get a sense of the drama involved, perhaps. (The drama of her reading, I mean.) (Though also maybe I mean the drama of stalking my children as I hide amongst the furniture, careful not to disturb them in their native habitat.)
And what better way to celebrate a dog-loving girl’s birthday than with a dog-shaped cake? Thanks to Martha Stewart for the recipe (cake here and frosting here) and templates and to Adriane for the extra-large pastry tip.
In retrospect, this cake was a bit much. It took the better part of the day to make and, as you can see, is the size of an actual dog. Still, it was kind of fun. And yummy.
Now offering classes in Zuzu 101, Conversational Zuzu, and Advanced Conversational Zuzu. Note that I am still a beginning speaker myself. Um, and note also that Iris’s house is clearly a lot cooler than our house.
Zuzu, being a third child, doesn’t say much. She is extremely communicative, but doesn’t really use conventional words. She uses a lot of signing and pointing and appropriate facial expressions. Eli was the same way. He didn’t say anything except for “Dada” and “Harpo” until he was 22 months old, at which point he started saying things like, “I would please like a grilled cheese sandwich and I’ll eat it at the table.”
Zuzu says “Dada” and “Mama.” She says thank you, but she doesn’t actually say “thank you.” Instead she says “in-dah.” I don’t know where it came from, but it definitely means thank you. And, at some point, she interpreted the sound of the smack of a kiss as “vwa-pah!” and so now that’s the sound she makes when she kisses. (Incidentally: it’s not easy. Try it. It’s easy to kiss someone on the cheek and say “mwa-pah” but getting that v sound in the beginning is tough.)