Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
The same book also has a page with shapes. Did you know the shape of a stop sign is an optagon?
Friday, December 5, 2008
I have not yet dared to open that can. Another one is currently chilling in the fridge.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
(I won't get into wondering why she wants to be alone. Maybe she just wants to be introspective.)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Jessica's favorite stuffed animal is Sally, her build-a-bear dog. Sally is a siberian husky. Jessica got Sally last Christmas. In the last month or two, she's been insisting Sally is a cat. Why? Because she has pointed (triangular) ears, like a cat. We even had to buy some cat toys for Sally and her "kitten" Cookie (the matching Siberian husky puppy).
She's just a little bit crazy. = )
Friday, November 28, 2008
Last night I made Jessica a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Sometimes she likes them cut into pieces and sometimes she wants it whole (but NEVER with the crusts). So, I asked her if she wanted 4 small pieces or 1 big piece. She answered 5 pieces. I said I couldn't do that, thinking I couldn't cut 4 equal pieces. So I cut the sandwich in half, and then into quarter. She then told me to cut one of the quarters in half for: 5 pieces!
Then, this morning she wanted pancakes. It was a daycare day, which means we run around like crazy things trying to get out the door in time. I told her I didn't have enough time to make pancakes from scratch, but there were a few leftover from last time we'd made them. She complained a little when I put only 4 (silver dollar sized) on her plate. "I want more," she said. Again, I explained about the time limit.
A few minutes later she said, "Look, Mom! I made more!" I looked at her plate and she had cut the 4 pancakes into pieces. Yep, there was now more then 4 pancakes.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
In her recent shoot for the March 2009 issue of Wondertime, an article about picky eaters. (Blurry because I couldn't use the flash while the real photographer was shooting). She's "pretending" to hate brussel sprouts.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
We get them from the library. Unlike the books, which carry no fine (and which I'm probably at this point known as the lady who never returns her books on time), the DVDs rack up $1/day for late fines. Being as frugal as I am, I am never late with the movies. However, I am lazy, in that I never seem to be able to get to the library before I pick Jessica up from preschool (which is right across the street from the library). Therefore, we always end up returning the DVD after I pick her up. And every time she asks for a new movie. By 3:30 I'm pretty tired and worn down, and saying no is not a battle I wish to have. So she gets a new movie.
I may be able to get off the hook this week, though. We've been returning the movies on Tuesdays, because that's the day we took out the first one. However, the library is closed this Tuesday, so it's not due till Wednesday. I just have to figure out how to get to the library without Jessica on Wednesday, since she's not in school at all.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
It was check-up day. Last year she had 4 shots and she remembered every single minute of it. This year she had 2 shots and a blood draw. I needed to get some of my own blood drawn, so I had put it off so we could do it together so she could see it wasn't a big deal. That didn't work out as I had hoped. In fact, it might have freaked her out more, if that was possible.
The good news is she's a healthy 5 year old who doesn't eat enough vegetables. And a friend told me no more vaccinations till high school! Woohoo! At least by then she'll be a more rational human being. Well, about shots anyway.
After last year's Screamfest, I told Hari he was taking her this year because it was awful, holding her down for shots. It wasn't much better this year, but I thought about it beforehand and decided to let her choose who she wanted to take her. After all, it wasn't about me, it was about her. She wanted Mommy, so she got Mommy.
And a new toy. Daddy probably wouldn't have done that.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Yesterday she had a playdate with Kemper & Rowan, while Hari and I went for a tour of Waltham with their father. When I got back, Kristin announced that she had pooped and then wiped herself without even asking for assistance.
Things are going to be changing in our house, I can tell you that.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Well, Aunt Nutan sent her a Target gift card for her birthday (Thank you, Aunt Nutan!). We went into the toy section and all of a sudden, she was discriminating. I kept asking her, do you like this? or do you want this? but she was very choosy. She ended up with two toys and some gum. Where the idea for gum came from since I never give it her, I don't know.
I just thought it was funny how, when it was on her dime, she didn't want everything in sight.
I see a valuable lesson to be learned with giving her an allowance.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tonight, I made quesadillas for dinner. She wanted macaroni and cheese. Again. I told her no. She quickly wore me out. "Let's make a deal. If I eat 5 bites, then I can have macaroni and cheese."
It took me about 1 second to agree to these terms. I had leftovers from a previous meal; I wouldn't have agreed if it meant cooking it from "scratch" (ie: a box).
So, she started eating. I was instructed to count. "One. Two. Three." At some point she said, "I'm starting to like this," meaning the quesadilla.
"That's great," I said. I got distracted with something else, feeding her brother or eating my own dinner. She said she had taken 5 bites and I said I had only counted 4.
With no prompting whatsoever, she said, "Okay, let's start over." So she took 5 more bites. I went to reheat the macaroni and cheese in the microwave. "While you're doing that, Mom, I'll just finish this," she said.
Fine with me.
The whole thing reminded me of the time I was telling her how many bites of something I wanted her to eat. I said 4 (or whatever) and she countered with 5.
"Oh, peanut butter and jelly!" or "Oh, peanut butter!"
I don't know if these are original creations or perhaps just the rage in the schoolyard but so funny to hear!
Monday, October 6, 2008
I'm sick of Jessica telling me "no pants, they're for boys." She went apple picking with school today and it was pretty chilly so I insisted she wear pants. Not jeans, which I cannot get her to wear under any circumstance, but corduroys. Pink sparkly corduroys. Even so, it was a really hard sell, accompanied by much complaining. She was in the house about 3 minutes (the first 2 of which were spent on the potty) when she asked to put on a dress. Fortunately, she has about 20 dresses of various sleeve length.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Whenever I get up from the couch, even for 10 seconds, the cat immediately jumps onto where I was sitting, presumably because it's warm.
Interestingly enough, Jessica does the same thing. Probably for the same reason. Although she *says* "I'm saving it for you." Saving it from whom?
At least Jessica moves with a verbal command to do so. I have to practically sit on the cat to get her to move.
Now it's closer to her birthday. We were in Target yesterday and she spotted the pinata section. She picked out a horse/pony/donkey type pinata. Apparently it's a girl and is going to have babies. While she was bonding with the pinata, I told her, "you know, we're going to beat it with a bat, right?" She said yes, and continued to bond with her papier-mache animal. After a bit of conversation with it, she told me that the pinata was okay with being hit with a bat.
I hope she feels the same in two weeks.
Anyway, I was reading a parenting magazine which the kids played when all of a sudden I became aware a little girl about Xander's age was crying. Her mother was sitting next to me and I heard her say to someone else "No, she didn't fall down, she was pushed" and give me a dirty look.
I called Jessica over. "Did you knock over that little girl?" She wouldn't answer. I asked her 3 or 4 times before she nodded, unable to speak.
"You need to say you're sorry." Again, I needed to ask her a few times. Finally she whispered, to me, "I'm sorry." At my insistence, she repeated it ago more loudly in the direction of the little girl and her mother.
Then she burst into tears. Such a sensitive soul! I managed to console her enough so she was able to resume playing.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
However, I went a bit too far in trying to save money. I bought a lime green jacket, thinking Xander can use it when he's older. Green--gender neutral, right? And it looks GREAT on her. She has gotten so many compliments on that jacket. Plus I got it last year in size 5/6, since size 4 was just a bit too small, thinking she could wear it for 2 winters, and then Xander can wear it for 2 winters.
The problem? In Jessica's girly-girl world, green is a "boy color." So is yellow. In fact, the only colors that are *not* "boy colors" are pink and purple. I think this stems, in part, from when she was 3 years old when pretty much her entire wardrobe (my choosing) was pink and purple. Anyway, I spent half of last winter begging her to wear the jacket. Now it's getting colder again and I'm already getting complaints in anticipation of wearing the green jacket.
I give up. I can't spend the next 2 winters explaining to her that green is not a boy color. So, I just went online, found an overstock deal from Lands End for a winter jacket in deep rose. Problem solved.
Plus I got few pink dresses while I was at it.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
"Like a seed!" she said. Well, you know, that works too.
Now when I prompt her, I say, "You're growing" and she says, "Like a seed and a weed." She likes to cover all her bases.
Another expression that seems obvious to a 4 year old is the opposite of inside-out. For some reason, I've always said, "Right-side out." I don't even know if anyone but me describes it like that. But Jessica's way of describing it is "Out-side out." I like that better than my way.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Now, our van has an option where the back seats can either be controlled by the people sitting there or by the person in the front row. The person in the front row gets to decide who does the controlling. So I told Jessica how to manipulate the controls to make it colder/warmer with more/less air. She fiddled with the controls until she decided she was comfortable, and was very satisfied.
I didn't tell her the controls were set so I was the one doing the controlling and whatever she was doing didn't affect the temperature.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
My inevitable reply is a deep sigh, and then, "What?"
This morning, her response was "Well, I don't like to do things I don't like to do."
Friday, August 1, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
What's next? Driving?
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I gotta admit, while I was very hopeful this would work, I wasn't really sure. Now I just have to figure a way to get back to my own bed, which is a lot more comfortable than the bottom bunk. But I'll take what I can get.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I love this picture of Jessica. I think she looks very pretty and sweet. Earlier today, I was thinking about posting this picture on the blog while I was driving around. Right after I thought about it, a car passed me with a license plate that said "mylilangl."
Then it was bed time. As soon as her pajamas were on, she turned into a different kid. "I want to sleep next to you, Mommy." And the tears! Plus Xander was crying because his bedtime was being affected. I tried to rationalize with her. I reminded her of all the promises she made to sleep in the top bunk. I threatened her: we have a 3 day window to return the bed if not satisfied and I threatened to do just that.
Finally, after at least half an hour of negotiations and tears, I made a deal with her: she would lay down in the top bunk while I got Brother to sleep in the bottom bunk. It worked out like I had hoped: by the time Xander fell asleep, Jessica was also asleep.
I had to make 2 trips to the top bunk in the night. Once, I was able to get her back to sleep while standing on the ladder. The second time, I actually had to climb into the bed with her, where I fell asleep for a while.
This morning I asked if I should send the bed back. "No!"
Let's hope it goes better tonight.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Earlier today Jessica was—I kid you not—sitting buck naked on the couch, eating grapes. She currently remains unclothed, with her clothes within arms reach, and had the audacity to demand that I give her a blanket because she's cold.
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This morning Jessica announced she was going to be a doctor when she grows up. This was both good and bad. Good in future employment prospects and bad in terms of the price tag for Mom and Dad. Not wanting to create any false illusions, I explained to her that it was a lot of work to become a doctor (Uncle Danny will get deja vu reading this).
She then said she was going to be a nurse instead. I said that also required a lot of work.
She thought about it for another minute.
“When I grow up I'm going to be a Tooth Fairy,” she finally said.
Not the Tooth Fairy, a Tooth Fairy. I guess if there were only one, the job would already be filled.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Lately, Jessica has been wanting to make playdates with the kids she meets when we're out and about. The last three unknown kids she met were Jared from the fish restaurant, Nina from the drive-in and some girl whose name she didn't even get from ChildWatch at the Y. Days later, she'll ask, "Can I have a playdate with
It's too bad this doesn't work for adults. I can't imagine walking up to another adult, not even introducing myself, and just having a conversation about parenting or the last episode of American Idol.
Monday, June 30, 2008
But at least she's clean. For some reason, she's wanted to take lots of baths lately. She's currently on her 3rd bath in a 30 hour period. I guess it's a better way to keep her occupied then letting her watch tv.