Friday, March 13, 2015
And she's not even four yet
"If you don't let me paint with this sparkly paint, then I will just go in my room and stay there forever. And I will never come out ever. Not for breakfast or for lunch or even for dinner. Okaaaay?"
Saturday, February 14, 2015
SweetPea-isms
Michael updated me on her day last week with a detailed email and it included a few fascinating things she said. Every day is like this; you never know what she might come up with. Adorable, crazy, insightful, brilliant...she is such a joy!
She is sad that she hasn't started her period yet.
She wants to know who her daddy was before she was born. She was certain you would know.
You also apparently know something about clothes that don't have threads.
She is very curious about curses and how we would curse someone.
Love that crazy kid.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
"I hid my monkey...that's all I'm going to tell"
So Sweet Pea and I are trying to get out the door to go to a friend's birthday party. She comes downstairs and reports "I hid my monkey."
You hid your monkey? Okay. Why?
Well, I hid my monkey because he...umm...that is all I'm going to tell.
Ah. I see. Is monkey hurt? (In my mind I'm now wondering what kind of harm might have come to her beloved sock monkey or any of the other monkeys she has that warranted hiding).
Ummm...well...yes. And I don't think we can fix him!
Oh, okay. (Knowing to tread lightly for fear she'll never tell me anything again if I get angry and because this is just not something to worry about, I proceed.) Well, how about you bring monkey down here and we'll see how bad he is hurt and decide what to do from there.
Oh! Yes! That sounds great, Mommy!
She comes downstairs with a paper monkey that we drew, cutout, and attached to a homemade mobile we made for her dolls. The flimsy arm is torn off of the monkey.
I happily report that this situation can be fixed with the amazing power of tape. She is thrilled that monkey will have his arm back, will live another day, and that she is not in trouble for tearing a piece of paper that is less than a centimeter wide. I'm happy because the adorableness of telling-but-not-telling on herself is hilarious. But more importantly, because she has gone from shy and worried to smiling and excited, and it is one of those rare moments in parenting in which you feel you might have actually done the right thing and improved the situation. There are few and far between. I'll take them where I can get them. :)
You hid your monkey? Okay. Why?
Well, I hid my monkey because he...umm...that is all I'm going to tell.
Ah. I see. Is monkey hurt? (In my mind I'm now wondering what kind of harm might have come to her beloved sock monkey or any of the other monkeys she has that warranted hiding).
Ummm...well...yes. And I don't think we can fix him!
Oh, okay. (Knowing to tread lightly for fear she'll never tell me anything again if I get angry and because this is just not something to worry about, I proceed.) Well, how about you bring monkey down here and we'll see how bad he is hurt and decide what to do from there.
Oh! Yes! That sounds great, Mommy!
She comes downstairs with a paper monkey that we drew, cutout, and attached to a homemade mobile we made for her dolls. The flimsy arm is torn off of the monkey.
I happily report that this situation can be fixed with the amazing power of tape. She is thrilled that monkey will have his arm back, will live another day, and that she is not in trouble for tearing a piece of paper that is less than a centimeter wide. I'm happy because the adorableness of telling-but-not-telling on herself is hilarious. But more importantly, because she has gone from shy and worried to smiling and excited, and it is one of those rare moments in parenting in which you feel you might have actually done the right thing and improved the situation. There are few and far between. I'll take them where I can get them. :)
Friday, February 6, 2015
Lunch Bunch!
Big moment for our big girl today: full day at school!
She currently attends school three days a week, but just a few hours. We had hoped to put her in the extended program after winter break, but the spaces were filled. Everyone was quite sad about that. But then, a space opened on Fridays (the day I really need for studying since M is away at work) so today is her first day with "lunch bunch!" Instead of being picked up at 12:15, she gets to stay, have lunch, have rest time (ha!), and then do art projects until 2:45. It will be a fun experience for her and it will give me 5.5 hours of study time instead of 3. And that is HUGE these days!
Can't wait to hear all about her adventure today. I hope she loves it, because we signed her up for three full days in the fall. And we might add on the other two days (half or full) halfway through the year to start working towards the hard work and long days of kindergarten. Eep! :)
She currently attends school three days a week, but just a few hours. We had hoped to put her in the extended program after winter break, but the spaces were filled. Everyone was quite sad about that. But then, a space opened on Fridays (the day I really need for studying since M is away at work) so today is her first day with "lunch bunch!" Instead of being picked up at 12:15, she gets to stay, have lunch, have rest time (ha!), and then do art projects until 2:45. It will be a fun experience for her and it will give me 5.5 hours of study time instead of 3. And that is HUGE these days!
Can't wait to hear all about her adventure today. I hope she loves it, because we signed her up for three full days in the fall. And we might add on the other two days (half or full) halfway through the year to start working towards the hard work and long days of kindergarten. Eep! :)
Monday, November 10, 2014
"I have a tiny uterus!" and other ways of introducing yourself to people
So today we returned to a local university neurology lab for continued experimentation on Sweet Pea. When she was born, we checked a box on some form that said something to the effect of "we'd love for random scientists to contact us about putting our kid in a rat maze to be studied." Soon after we returned home, the calls came. We've been going to this one place for years now. It really is pretty fun. We've participated in a few studies and today's batch deals with numbers and math understanding from infancy and beyond. We really love these ones and look forward to going back year after year.
But anyway...
So we're driving there today and Sweet Pea is obsessed with this coffee mug from which I was drinking. It came from a spot we have visited a few times, so she was asking about our visits there
"Was I still in your belly when we went there?"
"No. We went when you were a baby and then when you were older, too. You weren't in my belly then."
The conversation continued along a few tangents and then she wanted to know, "Why don't daddies have babies in their bellies?"
We discussed how every body is a little bit the same and a little bit different. We all have bones and a heart inside. But some other things are different. Girls, for example, have something in their body called a uterus. That is where babies grow in a girl when they grow up.
"Oh. When I get bigger, will I have a uterus?"
"You have one right now. It's inside your body but it is very tiny right now. When you get older, it will get bigger and it will be big enough to grow a baby."
She was (finally) satisfied with this particular line of thought, so I got some peace for the next 15 minutes of the drive.
When we arrived to the lab, we had to wait for someone to come out to the street and buzz us into their parking lot. While we waited, she wanted her window rolled down. No problem. We waited a few minutes. I read email on my phone and she enjoyed a little bit of autumn breeze. The lab assistant finally walks up and I wave hello through my closed window and prepare to speak to her.
Sweet Pea, however, already has her window open so greets our guide with, "I have a tiny uterus inside my body!"
The undergrad assistant just says "Oh?" and looks at me like I'm the oddest and possibly worst parent she has ever met. I just laughed and said, "Hi. I'm Tracy and I'm in midwifery school. This is what the daughter of a midwife sounds like. Now, where do I park?"
But anyway...
So we're driving there today and Sweet Pea is obsessed with this coffee mug from which I was drinking. It came from a spot we have visited a few times, so she was asking about our visits there
"Was I still in your belly when we went there?"
"No. We went when you were a baby and then when you were older, too. You weren't in my belly then."
The conversation continued along a few tangents and then she wanted to know, "Why don't daddies have babies in their bellies?"
We discussed how every body is a little bit the same and a little bit different. We all have bones and a heart inside. But some other things are different. Girls, for example, have something in their body called a uterus. That is where babies grow in a girl when they grow up.
"Oh. When I get bigger, will I have a uterus?"
"You have one right now. It's inside your body but it is very tiny right now. When you get older, it will get bigger and it will be big enough to grow a baby."
She was (finally) satisfied with this particular line of thought, so I got some peace for the next 15 minutes of the drive.
When we arrived to the lab, we had to wait for someone to come out to the street and buzz us into their parking lot. While we waited, she wanted her window rolled down. No problem. We waited a few minutes. I read email on my phone and she enjoyed a little bit of autumn breeze. The lab assistant finally walks up and I wave hello through my closed window and prepare to speak to her.
Sweet Pea, however, already has her window open so greets our guide with, "I have a tiny uterus inside my body!"
The undergrad assistant just says "Oh?" and looks at me like I'm the oddest and possibly worst parent she has ever met. I just laughed and said, "Hi. I'm Tracy and I'm in midwifery school. This is what the daughter of a midwife sounds like. Now, where do I park?"
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Giggles with Daddy
I've got a headache tonight. So I'm taking bedtime off. Michael is managing it all, although I will go up for rocking/nursing in a little while. Sweet Pea is out of the tub and I heard her run into her room. There's no more "pitter patter" of feet. It's all stomping these days. :)
I heard her flop onto the floor, laughing up a storm. And many giggles and squeals from her while Michael said things in silly tones and giggles, too.
I still have the headache, but at least I'm smiling. It's wonderful to hear them laugh together, have so much fun together. I and she are blessed to have such an awesome man in our lives to be her Daddy. It's fantastic that I can take the night off while he can manage everything, and make her laugh at the same time. That's not everyone's world and I'm thankful to be so blessed. And they are just so funny together. The antics they come up with! I love listening in to how they relate to each other and know this is setting such a great foundation for a strong relationship for years to come.
I heard her flop onto the floor, laughing up a storm. And many giggles and squeals from her while Michael said things in silly tones and giggles, too.
I still have the headache, but at least I'm smiling. It's wonderful to hear them laugh together, have so much fun together. I and she are blessed to have such an awesome man in our lives to be her Daddy. It's fantastic that I can take the night off while he can manage everything, and make her laugh at the same time. That's not everyone's world and I'm thankful to be so blessed. And they are just so funny together. The antics they come up with! I love listening in to how they relate to each other and know this is setting such a great foundation for a strong relationship for years to come.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Sushi
Sweet Pea and I had a busy, but boring, weekend with cleaning and shopping and just household stuff. She tolerated it all very well so today when I picked her up from school I thought we could go get lunch. I figured she choose pizza or cheeseburgers or whatever. I told her she could have whatever she wanted. She responded, "Sushi!"
That's my girl.
But not only did she want sushi, she told me how to drive to the place. And when we walked in, the main waitress says, "Hello, we have quail eggs again!" Our family is clearly known for some favorites.
We sat at the sushi bar and she ordered "little red eggs with a yellow egg on top" (tobiko/uzuka), "red fish" (tuna), "crab and not spicy avocado sushi" (California roll; not spicy avocado is just avocado; she sometimes thinks wasabi is "spicy avocado."). She also ordered miso soup. Okay then! She devoured all that but I did get some CA roll from her. I also grabbed some scallop and sweet shrimp for myself. Oh, any my own personal tobiko with quail egg because neither of us are good about sharing that.
It was a very fun lunch, albeit a bit pricier than the McD's I thought she would choose! The staff had a lot of fun with her and the other customers were pretty amazed at her sushi ordering and devouring skills. Soooo my kid. I guess those first three months of pregnancy during which I could only stand to eat a couple of their rolls really affected her. ;)
That's my girl.
But not only did she want sushi, she told me how to drive to the place. And when we walked in, the main waitress says, "Hello, we have quail eggs again!" Our family is clearly known for some favorites.
We sat at the sushi bar and she ordered "little red eggs with a yellow egg on top" (tobiko/uzuka), "red fish" (tuna), "crab and not spicy avocado sushi" (California roll; not spicy avocado is just avocado; she sometimes thinks wasabi is "spicy avocado."). She also ordered miso soup. Okay then! She devoured all that but I did get some CA roll from her. I also grabbed some scallop and sweet shrimp for myself. Oh, any my own personal tobiko with quail egg because neither of us are good about sharing that.
It was a very fun lunch, albeit a bit pricier than the McD's I thought she would choose! The staff had a lot of fun with her and the other customers were pretty amazed at her sushi ordering and devouring skills. Soooo my kid. I guess those first three months of pregnancy during which I could only stand to eat a couple of their rolls really affected her. ;)
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