Posts Tagged ‘nariah’


First off, let me apologize for the delay in posts. I have food posts lined up to share on here and there have definitely been other “Nariah” moments, but life has just been hectic lately between the job and family life. Blogging just took a back seat. Not to mentioned we just started up Nariah’s own blog on the side for the world’s viewing pleasure. 😮
http://thelittlestpalate.wordpress.com/about/

Soooo, with that out of the way and without further ado….
(This is not “overly” humorous, moreso it was a cute pick-me-up based on the day I was having, I personally did laugh tho…)

The evening started off pretty wacko. I was at home, getting ready to leave to go get Nariah from after school care. I was kinda rushing as to not be late. I had just woken up from a 30 min nap (feel free to use this in my defense of what is about to happen), and opened the door to witness a monsoon happening. Now I knew it was raining, but not of the monsoonativic nature that was going on. So I grabbed my umbrella and stepped outside when my phone did the loud emergency distracting beep. “What now?? Oh… flood warning… ugh, that’s just great…

So I close the door, and walk to the car…. “My keys!?!?!?
Next was like a scene from the Old Spice commercial, look at your man, now look at me. I looked at the door, looked at the car, looked at the door again, looked at the ground, looked at the sky, looked at the car, “are you serious??!?”, looked at the door yet again, looked down the street, looked at the ground, looked at the door one more time, looked at the phone for the current time, “Oh snap, I’m gonna be late!!

Needless to say I had to walk to school, in the monsoonado, and in my nice semi-suede grey Jordans, which now have become like anchor weights as water in some spots are up past my ankles. I also noticed that I’m out of shape during this hike as well, but we won’t go there.  Luckily at school, one of Nariah’s friend’s parents offered to give us a ride home, to where we sought refuge in the neighbor’s house while we waited for Toya to come home. This wait would easily be an hour due to DC area traffic in monsoonomic weather.

Striking up conversation, as Miss Nariah is easily capable of doing, we talked about everything with our neighbors over some cookies and juice. Two of the household members were in a bad car accident not too long ago, and we compared that with the bad one Nariah and I were in last year, which Nariah ever so animatedly described. Somehow this convo lead into talking about this house’s direct neighbors being nosey and like the police, as they were always coming over their house about every little thing.
The Police?!?!!? Daddy, I wish we knew that last year…. when we had that accident.
Why you say that baby?
Because we could’ve used them to help us out when we got hit, instead of waiting for other police.
Ha ha, no baby, what she means is that the neighbors act like they are the police sometimes by the way they do things.
With an “ohhhh I get it” look on her face she says, “Ahhhhhh, They think its Halloween… I don’t think that would’ve helped us.”

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Its the first day of spring break and Toya’s mom has surprised Nariah with bringing up her two cousins from Florida along with her as they visit with us. Unfortunately for Toya and myself, we both have to work today, but to the kids, that’s a day without parents. Shortly after eating breakfast, Nariah starts off a conversation :
Mama Caiden… you’re in charge today ok?
Ok, I’m in charge. Now the first thing… you and your cousin need to come back in the kitchen and clean off your mess from the table.
Aww man… why?
I’m in charge right?
Yeah but… you’re supposed to be in charge of FUN stuff, not that kinda stuff!

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I know it’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything. And no, Nariah hasn’t stopped with her humorous ways. I’ve just been slacking. I’m trying to get back on the ball.
We went to the playground today, and Nariah ends up meeting and playing with a couple of girls, one of whom is a couple of years younger. They are playing with a baby doll the other girl brought with her when all of a sudden she looks at Nariah’s face and says, “Wow… why are you teeth so big!!?!?!?!?
As a parent overhearing this you wonder if your child is about to get their feelings hurt, start crying or any of the other possibilities. Silly me… I forgot who I was talking about, this is Nariah. She, in a almost “duh…” type response, replies “Well… my teeth fell out….
Now the other girl is even more shocked. “Your teeth fell out?!?!?!  What the what?!?!!“.  Ok, so maybe “what the what” wasn’t said, but my mind surely did insert that into what seemed like the next logical thing out of this kids mouth was, given the conversation.
Yeah, I’ve lost 4 teeth, and I have 3 loose ones right now…“. Nariah then started giving this girl history of her teeth, from the fateful day when a wagon broke her first tooth at daycare to how she gets Tinkerbell instead of the Toothfairy to deliver her teeth money.

Toya and I just sit on the swings chuckling as we witness what started out as an potentially sensitive topic become a campfire storytelling session.
What’dya know? Crisis adverted.

big teeth paci


We’re sitting at the dinner table on Christmas day. Somehow the subject came up about Ledo Pizza. I mentioned “Man… Mommy and I do not like Ledo’s! But it seems everybody in MD loves them for some reason!
My mom asks, “What’s wrong with Ledo’s?
Well, I think its just not good, that’s all. I mean, they only give you one pepperoni per slice of pizza, and its like a pepperoni cup, filled with grease, lol
Eewww daddy!
I mean, the last time I was there, I didn’t even get pizza, I got lasagna… And they served it to me in a bowl!
Toya looks up from her plate; “A bowl? come on now Ryan…
I’m serious! It was in a bowl, and it looked like soup, there was a layer of grease sitting on top of it. I literally soaked the top of the lasagna bowl up with some napkins… Hmmm, does that make me bourgeois bougie?” (I know “bourgeois” is the right spelling, but “bougie” just looks and flows better)
Toya contemplates; “Uhhhhh
And then Nariah chimes in; “No daddy, that doesn’t make you bougie!
It doesn’t? Why thank you Nariah!
It makes you particular!

Now the whole table is laughing at me. I think even Toryn was laughing too. And the whole time Nariah has this look that said “That was good wasn’t it daddy? Come on… give me some credit!

Hmph!


Its Sunday afternoon. We’re leaving the indoor pool from Toryn’s make-up swimming lessons. Normally after lessons during the week, Nariah goes to Subway for dinner. She asks can we do Subway for lunch. Toya replies “Subway is for people who actually get IN the water, did you get in the water?
No… but can we still get it? I’m hungry.
Toryn can get Subway, but I don’t think he wants any, so we’re gonna eat at home.
Please, I would really like some Subway.
Daddy bought a lot of groceries last night, we’re gonna eat at home.
That’s right, I spent $228 dollars last night at Giant, we have plenty of food to eat at home.
There’s about a 4 second moment of silence in the back seat, but you can hear the gears turning in her brain.

I was gonna suggest that you use mommy’s money to get Subway…

This girl gets her manipulation on!


I know most parents brag about their kids. Its only natural right? Sometimes the bragging can be an over the top “my kid is better than your kid” type, sometimes it can be the “proud parent” type, and sometimes it can just simply be “sheer amazement”.

Nariah is my first child. Things as simple as when they say “excuse me” or tell their first joke feels like a big deal because it’s your first child. Now there comes a point where you get those “come on now, is this for real?” moments and that’s what this is, at least for me and my wife it is. We’ve just had a parent teacher conference with Nariah’s kindergarten teacher. She’s reading exceptionally well and is pretty good at writing. Although the teacher mentioned Nariah would write the bare minimum when it came to sentences because she wants to be finished quickly and move on. If the exercise was for the students to write what they did this past weekend, Nariah would write something like “I went home. I had fun.” and leave it at that. Nothing along the lines of variance. The teacher was trying to get Nariah to get more creative with her sentences. Now this conference happened 3 days before this “sheer amazement” moment.

We’re visiting my grandparents in NC, and everyone is kind of doing their own thing. Nariah asks her granddad for some paper and something to write with. Over the course of the next few minutes I walk by and see her kneeling on the floor writing and drawing intently. “What are you doing baby?
I’m writing a story and illustrating it too! I’m going to read it to you guys
Oh ok, cool!

Now at this point my “Oh ok” was really expecting a simple “See spot… See spot run” type story. Oh, was I ever wrong. With Nariah’s permission she has given me the rights to share her work. This is a book she wrote all by herself with out any help. She did a pretty good job phonetically spelling a lot of words. Aside from her needing to “slow down” a little and finish out the words we know she knows already, this was awesome in my opinion. The concept of this story alone is a far cry from the 3 word sentences we had just heard about. I’ve added captions showing what she says on each page underneath each picture from when she read it to us for the first time. Click on the first picture to open up the gallery.


There isn’t must backdrop or prelude to this one as this was a short and completely random outburst from our daughter Nariah. Hmmm, let me go on a tangent for a second here. As a parent I’ve seen a few posts online on some parenting websites with comments using “DD” and “DS”. I’ve never actually paid it any mind until a co-worker of the brand new parent persuasion asked me about it. So we proceeded to Google this acronym so that we could remain “hip” and “current”. Darling Daughter and Darling Son?!?!?!!? Really? Who says that? I tried vocalizing “Man, I was almost late to pick up my Darling Daughter from school” and it just sounds so much cooler saying “Nariah” or even  just “Daughter”. Sorry, I’m back. I just had a mental relapse when I thought; what if I actually typed “this was a short and completely random outburst from our Darling Daughter Nariah”? LOL

And back to the random outburst. We’re driving home from visiting the grandparents in NC. Completely out of the blue, Nariah says :
We have a very silly family…. And I think its cool! I love it!
And immediately she goes back to playing with her leappad explorer.

Huxtables, we’re taking over!


It was the first fairly chilly weather on this particular morning I left for work. I grabbed the first medium weight jacket I felt out of the closet and it happened to be my “sporty” UNC jacket.
That evening I picked up Nariah from her after school care and we’re walking to the car talking about the day like normal. After getting her all buckled in the back seat, I pull off when she starts this dialogue :

What’s under your jacket daddy?
What? What do you mean?
What do you have on under your jacket?
Oh… Ummm, my blue and white button up shirt. Why do you ask?
Oh, I was wondering if you went to work today.
Ha ha, yes baby I went to work. What made you wonder that? My jacket?
I just wanted to make sure you wore something professional looking in case it wasn’t your day off!

Sigh, this kid here. I have to be on my Ps and Qs at all times! I’m noticing now if she sees me dressing in the morning she can tell when its my “Off” Friday and that gives her reason to inquire if I can pick her up early to go to a movie or something. Slick I tell you.


Most of you know that Nariah is a avid Cowboys fan. Well being here in Redskins country is bound to be full of interaction of opposing interests. Oddly enough, her afterschool program has staff that is split between the two teams. Nariah has taken a liking to one in particular who is down with the Cowboys. When I went down to the Cowboys home opener a few weeks ago, the request was made for me to find some nice Cowboys girly socks to bring back for Nariah’s new “protector”.
I didn’t find any socks down in Dallas, but… I did find this nice pack of Cowboys earrings; a set of three. A silver and blue star, a silver and pink star, and silver and blue Cowboys jerseys. I figured I could let her and “protector” figure out which ones they wanted to keep/share.  When I picked Nariah up after getting back, the deal was worked out that Nariah would keep the two stars and the “protector” would keep the jerseys. Kinda how I pictured it working out as Nariah really liked the stars.

*Flash forward a week*

I pick up Nariah and as we walk thru the halls, she says that another staff member is a dallas fan and asked did I get her something too. “I’m sorry boo, I didn’t think about that. “Protector” asked me about the socks, so I really only thought about that particular request.
Oh ok, I wish we had gotten something else to give “Side Protector” too.
Hmmmm, well…. you have 2 sets of earrings…. you could always give her one of those?

Now at this point, the sound of the footsteps went from clip-clip clop-clop to just clip clop. It didn’t really register to me until I held the door open for Nariah to walk thru that she wasn’t walking. She was still in the hallway… looking at me with this “Say what?” look.
She finally comes and we near the car. I know exactly what she’s thinking, but I’m trying not to laugh because I don’t how Nariah would take me laughing at this point.
Baby, what’s wrong? You said you wanted to get her something right?
She gives me this look that says “Daddy, don’t make me do it!”

Ummmmmmm, how about… we just get her something when we go to Dallas again? Yeah, lets do that.
I really wish I had a picture of her turned up face as she said this, classic comedy.
Whatever you want baby!

We both then bust out laughing as we put on her seatbelt and drive off.


On our trip to Skyline Drive and the Luray Caverns, we did the typical road games to pass the time and entertain each other. Out of the blue, Nariah starts beatboxing. She actually came up with a good beat, so I started to bob my head a little.
Daddy, don’t you like my beat?
Yeah Nariah, its pretty funky!
Aren’t you gonna freestyle then?
Oh, Ok, if that’s the kinda party this is then…. let’s do it!

So I graced her ears with a silly freestyle as only daddy can do, and then passed the mic to mommy. She said a few rhymes and then passed the mic to Nariah in the back. This went on for about 3 rounds passing the mic back and forth, with us pretty much just freestyling about any and everything that had happened on the trip.

At the end, Nariah asks : “Mommy, who won?
Who won? This was a contest? Oh you know daddy was the best!
Yes daddy, this was a game show. Mommy, who won? Daddy or me?
Hmmm, it was tough…. but the winner is………… Nariah!!!!!!

What? Nariah??? Now ya’ll know that daddy was on point!

Daddy….. You need to get more talent and some skills to beat me!

*Pause*

I look over to Toya. “Did she just say I need to get some talent… AND some skills?
Ha ha ha, yes, she did, hahaha
Heeheeheee, that was good huh daddy?

I don’t remember if I answered her or not. My feelings may have been hurt too much, lol.