Too Busy

Today, Big Girl was quite defiant and I had quite a few "talks" with her.  Well, at one point, I was explaining something to her (in no way punitive).  She cut me off and said:

"Momma, are you done talking?  I am tired of talking to you.  I want to go play now."


I guess I know where I stand.

Up for Interpretation

We finished reading The Berenstain Bears and the Truth before naptime.

Before falling asleep Big Girl likes to look at the book we just finished reading.

While looking at the pictures, she turns to me and says,

"Momma, why are Brother and Sister Bear making 'R's behind their back?"

I looked at the picture to see them crossing their fingers behind their backs.
(You can see the picture if you click here and look inside.)

Sure, enough, that is also the ASL sign for "R"
I think we will wait to learn about crossing your fingers until she is a little older. 

Murphy's Law

Today is not really something that was said, but it seems appropriate anyway.


I went to the store with the kids because I needed to get out of the house.  I wanted to get a couple things and thought I could handle them both.  So, I grabbed some clothes to try on first, thinking they would be most cooperative early on in our outing.  They were very cooperative and I moved on to shopping for things for the kids.


As we went to look for shorts for Brother, we passed the little girl clothing area.  Big Girl said she wanted to try on a dress.  

Now, mind you, I HATE trying on clothes.  I hate clothes shopping in general.  So, I was super thrilled when Big Girl asked me:
"Can I take a dress to the bathroom to try on?"

She had already picked out a toy and I knew she would not be willing to part with the toy.  So, I said, you already picked a toy and we can only get one thing at the store.  


Not ready to part with her fun in the store, she said, 
"I will take it to the bathroom and try it on, but we can take the toy home."


And try it on she did.  FOUR dresses.  Every button was buttoned.  Every clasp was buckled.  Every minute of each outfit was admired. And mom, who HATES the process of trying on clothes, was thrown the finished outfit so we could begin the next outfit.


So, I walked out wondering why it is that Murphy thought it would be okay to give me a daughter who loves to dress up, change clothes a million times, and try on EVERYTHING, when I would rather just eyeball the fit?  Meanwhile, other parents complain about how difficult it is to get their child to the store to try on the clothes.  Murphy and I are not friends tonight.  Big Girl, however, had a blast clothes shopping.  I might have to take her with me on all my clothes shopping trips.  She will check every detail for me.

The painful truth

Today, Daddy went with us to the farm market.  We were going to stop by a nearby store when we were done, and I was going to walk to the store while Daddy drove the car.  We asked Big Girl if she wanted to walk with me or ride with Daddy.


Big Girl:  Daddy, I want to ride with you, because I like you better.


After quite a laugh from Daddy and me, Daddy had a talk with Big Girl in the car.  I only learned about this talk, when later at home getting ready for lunch


Daddy:  Big Girl, who is your favorite?
Big Girl:  You!
Daddy: No, we talked about this.  We love everyone....(waiting expectantly for Big Girl to finish)
Big Girl:  ...But Mommy.

Well, I guess I know where I stand.

Do not stand between a Daddy and his daughter!

Brother's Corrections

It has happened.  It was only a matter of time, especially considering how much their father and I like to argue.  (I would like to claim that I do not argue, but I suspect a few people out there might disagree with that statement.)


Well, Brother's words have finally warranted his first speaking blog post.


He fell.  When he falls, he tends to be a little more dramatic about it than his sister was at this age.  So, in an attempt to decrease the drama, I have started saying "Boom!" or "Bonk!" depending on the type of fall.  Instead of coming up crying, it has successfully encouraged a much louder parrot-like response - unless he is truly hurt.


When this fall occurred, I was a little distracted.


Me: Bonk!


Brother: NO!  BOOM!


Well, he was right - it was a boom and not a bonk.  He certainly told me.


It is not the first time I have been corrected, either.  He will point to something and say "Mommy, Mommy" when he does not know what it is.  So, I tell him and I usually get an "OOOHH" in response.  Occassionally, I will get a correction.


Today, he points to a picture of a pink animal as I am walking into the other room.  Without really looking, I assume the pink animal is a pig, so of course I say, "That's a pig."


Brother: "No, titty tat!" (kitty cat)
Upon further investigation, he was right.  Apparently, he just wanted to test my knowledge.

Turning the Tables

While we were playing, Big Girl stopped, pointed to a box and:
Big Girl:  What is that?
Me: (looking at the box to see a picture of a boy standing on a scooter) I don't know.  What do you think that is?
Big Girl: Come on, you can tell.
Me: (now understanding this is a game and not really a true question) Is it an elephant?
Big Girl: (dramatically) Noooooooo.  You are a mommy, you know what it is.
Me: Is it a dog?
Big Girl: (imitating a teacher - okay, maybe me.) No, look again.  See, right here.
Me: OH, is it a scooter?
Big Girl: GOOD JOB!


I cannot imagine where she got that! ;)

Fashion Advice

You should all be jealous of me.  I have a live-in fashion consultant. Everyday, I am told what I should or should not wear.  Most days, I am told that I should wear a skirt when going to work.  Even when I go running, my fashion consultant provides critiques of my attire.  The advice she gives is usually pretty darn accurate.  Even if my consultant is only four years old.


Today, as I was dressing, I could not decide between two pairs of shoes.  I was torn, and forgot, momentarily, about my consultant.  So, I went in to ask her advice between the two pairs.  


Big Girl:  (almost without even looking up from her work assembling the train tracks for Brother Bear) I do not like those shoes.
Me:  You don't like either one? (thinking maybe she misunderstood and I needed to ask a little differently)
Big Girl:  Mommy, will you please get different ones?


Well, no misunderstanding there.  My fashion consultant did not approve of the shoes.  At least she did not tell me that I looked fat.