Monday, September 30, 2013

Tessa is growing up

And when I say she's growing up, what I mean is that she is currently two years old, but acts like she's about thirteen.

Two cases in point:

So, I kind of have this thing for singing in the car. I know I'm not the only one... in fact my friend Lindsey recently posted a status update about this that almost made me want to stop singing in the car forever. Backstory: she's a first-year professor at a university in the area and she looks really, really young.

Her status:


I just opened the following email from a student: "Hey Lindsey, I passed you on the way home today and couldn't help but laugh. I've never seen anyone singing along in the car so openly like that... you seemed really into it. It was pretty funny. Hope the rest of your day was as good as your trip home seemed to be. See you tomorrow." Obviously I'm cultivating a mature, professional image around here.

So yeah, turns out, people can actually see into car windows. Bizarre, I know. I had a really hard time grasping this idea. In case you didn't catch it, let me explain this again, more clearly: if you're belting it out with Katy Perry and making "Roar" faces at a stop-light, people around you can tell that you are singing along because they can see you.

My brain still has a hard time understanding this, and my heart still has a hard time accepting it.

Which is why I still sing along like I'm some kind of awesome car-opera-singer every single day. For pretty much every single song. Really, really loud. No matter what.

Anyway, the point here is that the other day I was singing along to the radio in the passenger seat (Lolly was driving) and I was getting really into it. I'm not sure what song it was... probably something really masculine and fatherly like P!nk or Ke$ha or some other artist with a punctuation mark in her name. At a critical point in the song--probably the chorus--I turned around to sing to Tessa in the back seat because in the past she used to try to sing along with me and it was adorable. Only this time instead of singing along, she took one look at me belting out the song and she immediately looked away. And it wasn't like a "Oh, I'm distracted by something outside the window" look away. It was a full-on, stare me down in shame for a moment, then a "Dad you are embarrassing both of us right now. I am too ashamed to look you in the eye. Stop singing. Immediately" type of looking away. The kind with an eye-roll. I think she even audibly sighed in disgust. 

It was devastating. 

When that happened, Lolly was like "Oooooh! You just got burned!" and we laughed for a minute, but then she told me that Tessa had done something similar to her that morning.

Tessa isn't potty training, but occasionally she'll indicate that she has to go pee pee and request to do it on the toilet and so we help her whiz in the pot. (Side note: being a parent is a really weird job sometimes.) Anyway, Lolly was in the bathroom and Tessa came up and requested to go pee pee on the potty just like she has a few other times in the last few weeks. So Lolly helped her take off her pull-up, set her on the toilet, and Tessa made wee wee like a big girl!

To celebrate, Lolly clapped her hands and was all "Tessa! Good job!! You went pee pee on the potty like a big girl!" To which Tessa replied in a sassy voice: "It's not a big deal, Mom."

Right. Got it. Lesson learned. Pee pee on the potty was so two weeks ago. Now T is way too cool to sing with daddy or be applauded for toilet victories.

We are learning.

Anyway, here's a photo of Tessa being a big girl by sitting on her toy kitchen eating yogurt.


 "I'm smiling for you, but only because I choose to. Not because you are being 'cool' or 'fun' or anything..."


And then, finally, a photo from FHE tonight when we were having treats, and Tessa was eating a chocolate Santa (okay FINE it was a chocolate from last Christmas, so SUE us), and she was like "Ho ho Ho!!" and then bit his head off and was all NOMNOMNOMNOM and it was cute and funny I MEAN unremarkable and totally cool, and something any 13-year-old would do.


"It's not a big deal, Dad. I just ate his head." --Tessa








18 comments:

  1. I love that my hubby and I aren't the only ones who serve our kids candy from holidays (long) past!

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  2. Hey, I belt it out in the car. I'm having fun, so I don't car what others think. I've gotten similar reactions from the kids though. 'Mom, can you stop dancing while driving?"

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  3. Oh my gosh, I can totally relate to this whole post!

    Singing thing. YES. I totally belt it out, shake it out, really get into the dance moves, etc. Yes, while I am driving. Fully aware that other people are watching me (and have the thought in my head that perhaps it will make their day better... if I can make one person smile with my craziness, that is awesome!). But also fully aware my 2 1/2 yr old daughter is watching me. I encourage her to dance with me, and usually she does. Sometimes she gives me that look that T gave you. But I keep going, and eventually she will join in (maybe the next day or something?).

    As for the 2 year old going on 13, yup. She is... very mature. Looks at me like, "Duh, mom. You should know this. You are not allowed to watch your own movie. It has to be MY type of movies!" Which is when I go into the other room and watch my own movie.

    Thanks for sharing! Made me laugh so hard!

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  4. So I have satellite radio in my car...okay, van. One of my favorite stations is the Broadway station, and I regularly sing along. I'm sure people in other vehicles think I'm nuts, but I don't care. How else can I imagine that I'm Christine singing "That's All I Ask of You" or Maria singing "I feel pretty...oh so pretty!"? I get into it, too. I say, sing along. And if others look at you with a strange expression on their faces, THEY are the ones who are nuts! :-)

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  5. So I have satellite radio in my car...okay, van. One of my favorite stations is the Broadway station, and I regularly sing along. I'm sure people in other vehicles think I'm nuts, but I don't care. How else can I imagine that I'm Christine singing "That's All I Ask of You" or Maria singing "I feel pretty...oh so pretty!"? I get into it, too. I say, sing along. And if others look at you with a strange expression on their faces, THEY are the ones who are nuts! :-)

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  6. I can't believe a student would send an email like that to a professor! Something makes me doubt they would if it were an older male professor...

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    1. I was friends with a lot of my professors, had most of their home phone numbers as well. Since I was a math student ALL my professors were male and mostly older. I would have sent an email like that BUT everyone was just getting email addresses the year I got my degree #iamofficiallyOLD

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  7. LOL ... Gotta love kids!

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  8. Sigh. Yes, it is true. Some children are born as teens.

    In my case, I thought (ha!) that this meant that when they got to be REAL teens, I would be all experienced and able to deal so much better.

    So I hope your case is different from mine, and that you and Lolly keep your sense of humor...

    PS They eventually grew into truly lovely young adults, and I have a great life coach to help repair the collateral damage... :-)

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  9. My little sister has been a teenager for years, in the metaphorical sense. Of course, she got the attitude, mood swings, and sassiness.
    My mom used to say I was 7 going on 30. Pretty sure I'm now 19 going on 5.

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  10. Haha! I totally belt it out in the car, too. And just yesterday realized people can see. My husband and I were watching some lady across an intersection. She looked so bored singing and then we realized she was talking on her phone. So we decided at least we look like we are having fun when we are rocking out in the car. :)

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  11. LOL! She sounds like a fun little kid to hang out with! Maybe she should start her own blog! ;)

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  12. Haven't you heard? For girls, 3 is the new 13. Since this is your third time around, I don't need to tell you that it's only downhill from here. My son said something hilariously disparaging to me once when I was (attempting) to sing "Shock the Monkey". I wish I could remember what it was. But he can't make me stop singing and neither can anybody else. The heard wants what it wants, Weed. (If I changed the punctuation on that, it could read "The heart wants what? It wants weed.")

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    1. "it wants weed." You just made my day! :)

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  13. yay for singing in the car! I also like to belt it out loudly, only with the windows DOWN so everyone can clearly see me, and sometimes I turn my head and full-out serenade them until they look away. ;)

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  14. If Weed is legit, does that make for legal Weed?

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  15. I sing in the car! I hope everyone sees how much fun it is! I love it and won't stop. I heard of some silly study that said that people that sing in the car are happier... so I gave it a try and love it. I don't know what the study was or when or really anything about it anymore.

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