Thursday, October 23, 2008

It's different when it's my money

Jessica is one of those kids (maybe it's every kid, I don't know) who wants EVERYTHING she sees. "I want that" and "Can I have that" are her two favorite sentences. Whenever we're shopping, if I can't/don't avoid the toy aisle, I get all sorts of begging for more toys.

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

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday Bubbie-Boo!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

That girl knows how to bargain

Jessica's new thing is saying "Okay, let's make a deal" (and no, she hasn't been watching the tv show). I think she probably picked it up from me, because of my terrible parenting technique of bargaining. I should know better than to bargain with terrorists. But I digress....

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.

If only adult curses were this tasty

Recent phrases used by Jessica in place of cursing:
"Oh, pickles!"
"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 never thought I'd say this but....


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.


Jessica told me this morning that I "smell like a chicken in a sock stack."

I'm not really sure what that means but I don't think it's good.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Jessica is like a cat

Well, like one cat in particular: Cassie.

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.

"You know we're going to beat it with a bat, right?"

Jessica's birthday party is coming up. She asked me, oh, 3 or 4 MONTHS ago to have a pinata at her party. I said yes, at the time. She then wanted to pick one out 3 or 4 MONTHS ago. I told her there was no way I was buying a pinata until it was closer to her birthday.

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.


Yesterday we were at the mall and Jessica really wanted to go into the little play area they have, so we did. It was mid afternoon and there were a lot of kids there. Now, technically Jessica is too big for this play area, which says maximum height of 42" and I measured her just this week at 43". But she was far from the tallest kid there.

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.