Thursday, December 24, 2009

All inclusive

Jessica's an all-inclusive kind of gal. She will mix any toy set with any other toy set. Right now she's playing with pieces from Polly Pocket, Littlest Pet Shop, Barbie, Playmobil and a Happy Meal.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


Jessica had the miracle that occurs to probably hundreds of school children every day. She stayed home sick today but right after it was time for school to start, she made a miraculous recovery.

I don't think she faked the slight fever she has, though, so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Jessica's current outfit: a dress-up princess dress and heels, an outdoor scarf, a tiarra and no underwear (big shock, I know).

Monday, December 7, 2009


The first day after we got back from the cruise was the PTA Holiday Fair at Jessica's school. I could either send cash or a check with the maximum amount of money I wanted her to spend. That seemed kind of weird to me, so I decided to send cash. But I didn't have anything smaller than a $20. I was afraid if I sent her with $20, she'd spend the whole wad.

Turns out I was right. Fortunately, I managed to get a $5 bill from Hari and sent that instead.

She spent every penny.

On what, I'm not sure. Hari picked her up from school and when she came in, she had a small box with her that she said, "Close your eyes, Mom!" and went running upstairs. Then I heard her talking to Hari and him saying, "Do you want to wrap it now or wait till Christmas?" It was pretty obvious she'd gotten me a present.

I have no idea what it is but the other thing she came home with was a snow/ice scraper for the car. This makes me a little afraid. At least now I know I'll get a present for Christmas.

Even if I did pay for it.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Holiday spirit

Jessica is a bit too literal. Despite being told not to, she was walking around earlier wearing her Christmas stocking on her foot.

Speaking of Christmas
A couple of days ago, before the alarm off, Xander woke up and said he was hungry. I said, "What do you want for breakfast?" Jessica then woke up and said, "Did you say today was Christmas?" Wishful thinking.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Just pee already!

Jessica, for whatever reason, is resistant to going to the bathroom. I can always tell when she has to go because she starts jiggling and bouncing all around--what I call "the potty twitch." For example, for the last 20 minutes she's been jiggling and bouncing while sitting next to me on the couch. Inevitably what happens is I repeatedly ask her, "Do you need to pee?" and she repeatedly denies it. Then suddenly she can't take it anymore and races off the to bathroom, peeling off clothes as she goes and occasionally not making it in time.

I really don't understand this girl.

Friday, November 20, 2009


"Underwear is my nemesis," Jessica said earlier. "Clothes are my nemesis."

Truer words were never spoken.

Oh, and thank you, Phineas and Ferb for teaching my daughter the word nemesis.

Thursday, November 19, 2009


For some reason, the other day I was talking to Jessica about how big she's getting (45.5 inches and 43 pounds). I told her soon she was going to be taller than me. Then I said I hoped she'd be as tall as her daddy. She thought about it for a minute, then said, "I want to be as low as you, Mommy." Umm...thank you?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

On the Mend

Jessica is definitely on the mend. Instead of moaning on the sofa, she's sitting at the kitchen counter, playing pretend with bits of green beans that didn't make it into Daddy's recipe. This is reminiscent of the time she spent an hour of pretend play with unpopped popcorn kernels when we were at the Outer Banks.

There's still the possibility of a relapse, from what I've heard, but it's very nice to have the old Jessica back!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Paradise Lost

Okay, that didn't lost long. The paradise phase, I mean. She was fine through early evening last night, then crashed. She was coughing all night, that awful croupy sounding cough where it sounds like she's going to choke to death. She woke up this morning with a fever, complaining of dizziness and that her stomach hurt. She even said she wanted to go to the doctor. Then she threw up.

I have her parked back in bed now, tv on, and I hope she can drift back into sleep. I called the doctor but the nurse said they're trying *not* to bring in kids with the flu so that they don't get the other kids sick. I guess that makes sense. Sort of. There's not much they can really do for the flu, anyway.

Because today both kids were supposed to get the H1N1 mist, I could have brought Xander (who appears to either be developing the flu or faking it but since he doesn't have a fever was cleared to go in) but then since Hari's working, I had no one to watch Jessica.

Monday, November 2, 2009


Jessica is sick. We suspect H1N1, since she had the seasonal flu vaccine. Ironically, she was scheduled for the H1N1 mist vaccine tomorrow. Anyway, I suspect that as far as Jessica is concerned, being sick is close to paradise. She gets to:
  • miss school
  • stay on the couch or in bed
  • watch unlimited tv
  • drink lots of juice
What more does a 6 year old want?

(fingers crossed that baby brother escapes unscathed. He's being harbored at preschool right now).

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Half Day

Jessica's school had a half day today for "professional development" for teachers. I had the option to send her to Xander's preschool, where they also provide after-school care for older kids. In fact, I had already made arrangements to do so. This morning, she woke up and was whining and whining and whining about how she didn't want to go to preschool and how she always has to get up and do something and how she just wanted to come home after school.

I thought about it. She was right. I had to work but she's such a good kid most of the time, after I thought about it, I realized I could probably still get most of my work done. Plus I thought it would be good for her to have a nice big block of just-Jessica free-play time.

Right now I'm sitting at my desk (working so hard, as you can tell). She's on the other side of the room, playing so intently with her little animals and dolls that she probably doesn't even realize I'm listening to her and loving every moment of her little voice narrating what the creatures are doing. I'm so lucky to have a kid who's so good at playing by herself.

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Princess Turns 6

Happy 6th birthday!

My baby turned 6 on Saturday. I think she had a good day. She got to lounge around in her pajamas till 10:00 or so, opened her presents in her pajamas. Then when she had to get dressed, she got to put on her Halloween costume because her party was Saturday and she had asked for a Halloween themed party.

It was a lot of fun, actually. I had fun picking out decorations and putting together the party favors. I'll admit, though, I stole that idea, along with a few others, from other parties we've been to. It was a pizza party, too, so I went to pick up the pizza and the BARBIE CAKE about an hour before the party started. The Barbie cake, as you can see, was a very important part of the party.

Things never go how you think they will, especially with younger children. For example, I figured not every would eat their pizza at the same rate. So I bought a bunch of mini pumpkins and some markers and planned to tell the kids they could decorate pumpkins when they were done eating.

After the first couple of kids finished eating, I announced this plan and immediately every child got up, left the kitchen and stampeded towards where I had the pumpkins set up.

Then I forgot to do one of the games I had planned, which actually bummed me out.

They opened presents, ate cake, trashed Jessica's room and left with party bags. All in all, a success.

Now I kind of feel like Halloween is over, even though it's not for another 2 weeks.

Oh, and then there was the matching pajama thing with Mommy:

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Recon Mission

I've been kind of concerned at how much of Jessica's lunch comes back home every day. I wasn't sure if there was any supervision at the lunch table. Whenever I asked her why she wasn't eating her lunch, she would whine that she wanted to go to the stage. The first time I had gone to lunch, the kids were allowed to read books that were set out on one of the tables. I figured they must have moved the books to the stage.

Still, I was worried about her eating habits. So, I made my way to school today for my second lunch of the year with her.

I love having lunch with 20 kindergartners. Although since I was the big person at the table, I had to open several milks (not Jessica's though) and one rice crispie bar.

It became clear pretty quickly why so much food was coming back home. I was only there for maybe 20 minutes and I said at least half a dozen times, "Eat!"

The principal walked around the lunch room, paying special attention to the kindergartners. At one point I saw her tell one of Jessica's classmates that she needed to eat more. When I heard her say that, I told her that was exactly the reason I was there.

Finally, Jessica ate a little food, drank all of her milk. The big draw away from the table was that one of the adults in the cafeteria would sit on the stage and read to the kids. I let her go listen to the story that was being read.

I then chatted briefly with the principal and expressed my concern about Jessica's eating habits. She said they make sure the kids eat *something* before they're allowed to leave the table. Jessica was one of the 3 girls singled out as "pokey" eaters.

I feel better, though, knowing that there is some supervision going on. And I can't wait for my next lunch date with the little cutie!

Friday, September 11, 2009


I think I've created a monster. We got an American Doll catalogue today. Normally I recycle them before Jess can see them but today, since she's a big kindergartner and all, I gave it to her. Right now, she's getting ready to show me all the things she "thinks you might want to buy" for her.


Thursday, September 10, 2009


After 5 straight days of wearing dresses, and a couple of sarcastic comments from Mom about how she said she would wear pants, but wasn't wearing pants, Jessica wore jeans to school today. She didn't even fuss. And she looked so good in jeans! Of course I told her how cute she looked. Her response? "Mom! You say I look cute in everything."

She's right. But I didn't think she was paying that much attention.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Jessica started kindergarten today.

In typical Jessica fashion, this is how the preparation went: I had picked out a dress and tights for her a few days ago. I showed them to her last night and got her approval. It was an aqua dress and aqua tights.

This morning when I said it was time to get dressed, she immediately told me she wanted to wear purple. Whatever. I checked her closet and she had a short-sleeved purple dress hanging there. I took it down and gave it to her.

In typical Laura fashion, I didn't realize until we were walking to the bus stop that the purple dress had a spot on it. A rather large spot.

But other than a slightly dirty dress, everything went fine. I had planned to drive to the bus stop, just because I was going to take her brother to daycare immediately after. But she wanted to walk, so we walked. Daddy and Xander were with us. The cat decided to come along too.

At the bus stop 1 other kindergartner, a 1st and 2nd grader, and a 6th grader joined us. I wasn't the only one with a camera. The bus was relatively on time (apparently last year on the first day it was 20 minutes late). I was so busy taking pictures I almost didn't have time for a quick hug and kiss before she climbed up onto the bus. She totally took it in stride.

I'll admit, I was a bit worried about how she'd do. She's done a fair amount of crying and clinging at drop-offs, especially in new situations, and as recently as this summer at camp. She told us several times yesterday that she had butterflies in her stomach. Maybe it was just the hustle and bustle of getting on the bus, but whatever it was, I was so proud of my little girl.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

At least there are no panty lines......

Author's note: this post has been 3 months in the making, partially because I kept getting new material to add to it.

Jessica has a problem keeping on her underwear. I first recognized this problem at a Memorial Day barbeque. I had laid out clothes for her to wear but somehow she ended up at the bbq sans underwear.

Of course, I didn't realize it till at least halfway through the afternoon. And it was at least half an hour after she turned fast and gave the bbq attendees an eyeful. I thought they were laughing because they could see her underwear, silly Mommy.

When I asked her why she wasn't wear her underwear, she told me I didn't put it out for her. Obviously the idea of asking me to get her some never occurred to her.

Several times after that, she didn't put on underwear again because she said I didn't put it out for her. I repeated she should ask me for it if she doesn't see it, not just to not wear it.

About a week later after Memorial Day we were at another bbq. This time she had an accident. Since I didn't have extra panties with me, she went without underwear for the rest of day. Unlike the Memorial Day bbq, however, she was wearing a much shorter dress.

Then there was the time I sent her to camp in her bathing suit. I packed underwear in her backpack for after swim was over but she didn't see it so when she got dressed, she just didn't put on any underwear.

Are you seeing a theme here?

Apparently, this lack of undergarments is quite memorable. Her friend Ainsley protested wearing underwear one day saying, "Jessica doesn't." Fabulous. That's what my kid is going to be known for.

Monday, August 31, 2009

"I'll be right back"

Jessica has a tendency to put her shirts and underwear on backwards. I always tell her to look for the label, but apparently that's advice wasted on youth. Yesterday morning I noticed her pajama top looked like it was on backwards because the collar was really high. I asked her if if shirt was on backwards and reached forward to look for the label.

She pulled away, peeked at the inside of the collar, then said, "I'll be right back," and disappeared into the bedroom. A minute later she was back. I could see that now there was a little applique flower in the center of the collar, indicating front was front.

She proudly said, "See! It wasn't on backwards."

Wow, I guess I was wrong. ; )

Monday, August 24, 2009

Random quotes

So Aunt Nutan gave me a great quote by Jessica from over the weekend (when she was in NJ and I was in MA and therefore didn't hear it myself):
"So, Kiran's done milking you?"

This made me think of some other funny things she's said.

Towards the end of the school year, apparently she developed the habit (this was told to me by her teacher), when a large group of kids got too loud and excited, of saying, "Okay, everyone, just calm down." On a related theme, she also likes to talk about "freaking out."

Finally, she's been telling me all summer about this boy the kids saw on the playground at camp. Only she refers to him as "skateboard dude."

It's amazing the slang terms they pick up.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Quote of the day

(while swimming at the pool) "Water hugs are the best."

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


I posted this on FB (that's Facebook for you nonbelievers), but it was so funny that I still laugh when I think about it, so I'm recording it for posterity in Jessica's blog.

A while ago, Jessica developed the amusing habit of saying "Alert! Alert!" when something was happening that she thought needed adult intervention. Well, a couple of weeks ago, Xander had a poopy diaper and ran upstairs when I told him I wanted to change it. Within a couple of minutes, we heard Jessica shouting from upstairs, "Stink alert! Stink alert!"

Friday, August 7, 2009

The end of an era

Jessica has, for several years, been obssessed with the colors pink and purple, to the point where she refused to wear anything else. I could occasionally slip in an orange or a cyan but for the most part, her wardrobe was P&P.

Today, we were at Target. They had T-shirts on sale, and she's outgrowing her 5's, so I decided to get a few for school. She was with me, so I grabbed the plain pastel pink top and asked her if she wanted it, as I was throwing it into the cart.


Scrreeeeeeech. It was like the sound of rubbing the needle against a vinyl record.

What? No?

She then pointed out a polka dotted purple shirt she wanted. Okay, that was within the accepted color scheme. Then she picked, gasp, a blue (and pink) striped shirt. I told her she could also get the pink shirt (they were only $4; what can I say, I'm a big spender). Still no. She told me she wanted the ones with patterns.

Daring to be bold, I asked if she wanted the polka dotted brown shirt. And she said yes!

Really pushing my luck, I asked her what she would wear them with. Would she wear them with jeans?


You all probably felt the earth stop spinning for that single moment.

Jeans. My girl agreed to wear jeans.

Of course, it's a big step from saying she's going to wear them and having her actually willingly put them on, but it's a good first step.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I'm not sure I like the territory we're entering

Last Saturday, Xander and Jessica's daycare/camp had a summer outing at a lake where the older kids go every day for camp. There were PONY RIDES, so of course we had to go. I, predictably, got off to a late start. The kids were at a playdate and I was reluctant to pull them away early. Then we got into the car and our extremely unreliable GPS wouldn't pick up a signal. I floundered my way through downtown Worcester before finally getting onto Route 9, and we were good.

However, the result was that we didn't get there till past 1:00, and the outing was from 11 to 3. I immediately put Jessica on a pony, because I wasn't sure how long the pony rides were going to last. We got some lunch (pasta salad, hot dogs, chips, the usual barbeque fare). Then we went to go swimming. As I was reaching into our bag, I had a very clear memory of telling myself to throw in Jessica's bathing suit. I had an equally clear memory of not having done it.

Fortunately, I knew there was a Walmart nearby. And just a few days earlier, I had mentioned to Hari that I needed to buy some size 6 bathings suits now, because Jessica would need them for winter swim lessons and I had a terrible time trying to find size 5 bathing suits in the middle of winter this past year. So I thought this was actually a good thing, because I'd buy her a size 6 bathing suit now, and she'd have it.

Now for the troublesome part. They were rather limited on size 6/6X bathing suits. Since I refused to buy a Sponge Bob bathing suit, that left us exactly one choice. So I bought it. First, it's a little big, which led to exposure issues, but even if it weren't big, it's extremely provactively cut. Why does a 6 year old need a provacative bathing suit? Argh!!!!!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Please, shoot me now

before Jessica becomes a teenager. I can't imagine this is as bad as it gets, but she's already driving me crazy.

For example, 3 days a week for 10 months, she told me that she didn't want to go to preschool because she hated rest time. It was as though, if she didn't have to rest, she would be perfectly happy and willing to go to school. But the law says she had to rest, and so I endured the complaint Every Single Day she went to school.


Today she started church camp. I read over their literature and didn't see anything about rest time, so I figured we were in the clear. Not only that, I used it as a selling point this morning, when Jessica was nervous (understandably) about going to a new camp where she didn't know anyone.

"You won't have to rest," I told her.

"Well," she said, and I knew then that I was in trouble. "Well, I think I kind of like rest time, after all."

I repeat, please, just shoot me now.

Friday, July 10, 2009

My status is improving

Jessica likes to be a food critic. Usually I get one or two thumbs down. Sometimes I get lucky and get thumbs up. Well, this week I've been getting rave reviews, predictably in the dessert department.

First, I made this dessert pie off a recipe from the coupon flier. It had sweetened condensed milk, cool whip and frozen berries in a graham cracker crust. Really, how can you go wrong with that? I got TEN FINGERS up.

Then there was the monkey bread. I had never heard of monkey bread till a couple of months ago. I decided to try it while I was visiting Lisa, so I wouldn't be tempted to eat all of it myself. Ingredients: refrigerated biscuits, sugar (brown and white), cinnamon, butter and pecans. Again, how can you go wrong. I got 10 more fingers up.

Go Mommy.

Now if I could only get her to give me a few fingers up for something without sugar in it.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Quote of the day

"Mom, if you don't hear me say anything, let me know, because sometimes I don't listen to myself."


Maybe it's worth it.

I bought 2 dresses for Jessica yesterday. Yes, I have a serious problem but that's not what this post is about. This post is about what I discovered when I was taking the tags off one of the dresses today so she could wear it. This is what the tag says:

I have a problem with both the hand wash and the extremely complex drying instructions. Normally if it can't go into the washing machine and dryer, I won't buy it. But look at how cute she looks in the first of the dresses:

Maybe it's worth it.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

"You take care of me."

The other day, I received a postcard in the mail from Jessica. It kind of baffled me. But there was no doubt it was from her. It had her trademark signature on it. I actually got it from the mailbox on my way to pick her up from preschool. When I saw her, I asked her about it. She said they had mailed them from school. I thanked her for it.

Then she said, "Well, I wanted to send it to someone who I love a lot. You take care of me. You do everything for me, Mommy."

It was actually really nice to know my 5 year old appreciates me!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Apparently bribery works

In the ongoing battle to get Jessica out of my bed (or, to be more precise, to get me out of her bed), I've had to use bribery. At first, I offered something abstract--a sleepover! She really wants to have one but I can't let a friend come over and then have Jessica yelling for me to come down to her room with her friend there.

That didn't work. She was excited about the idea, but when I reminded her of the reward in the middle of the night, it wasn't enough to get her back into her bed alone.

What worked? (so far): Barbie! The mermaidia fairytopia barbie to be exact. We had bought a Mermaidia movie months ago and it came with advertising for all the toys that related to the movie. Well, the movie came out over 2 years ago and the toys are no longer available, especially the one she really really wanted. I finally found it on ebay (where else?) and bought it to offer as a bribe.

So, in the last week or so, she's slept 4 nights in her bed. Now, on at least 2 of those nights, I spent some time in the bottom bunk with Xander, who still wakes a couple of times a night if he's not in bed with me (working on that too, believe me). But she thought I was in my room, so I think that counts.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

That's my girl!

Recently Jessica has been lecturing me to "reduce, reuse, recycle" and she told me this morning how the landfills are "getting big." (I assumed she meant full). Her preschool is teaching her all about that. Yay!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Gag order

I knew this day would come.

Sadly, Jessica has become acutely aware of things I say about her to other people. While visiting Aunt Nutan a few weeks ago, we were talking about her infamous "I'll be pregnant" comment. Since then she's twice told me that she was "very embarrassed" by my telling other people about that, and has asked me not to tell other people about things she says.

I'm wondering if I can get by on a "don't ask, tell" policy: if I don't ask her, then it's okay to tell people about the things she says.

And it just figures that there's a pretty good story from this afternoon that she specifically told me not to tell anyone about. Since I want her to trust me when it comes to more important things, I'll honor her request. And then in a week or two I won't remember it and it will be lost forever.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Boy talk

It started innocently enough. Jessica said something along the lines of boys being yucky.

I figured might as well start talking about boys now, though with Jessica, you never know what's going to come out of her mouth.

I asked her if she liked boys. Her response was negative, but she did mention she knew who she was going to marry. Burning with curiousity, I asked who.

"Cooper." Cooper has the cubby next to her at preschool, I think.

"Does he know that?"


"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No." I could hear the duh in her tone.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Smiling: "Dan." Dan lives near the post office. Jessica went to his house for trick-or-treating last year."

"Does he know?"


"Why don't you tell him?" She became demure. Then she said something about Peyton also having a boyfriend. Peyton's boyfriend is Troy. If Jessica could text, Peyton would be her BFF.

"Oh, that's just secret girl stuff."

I decided to stop the interrogation. It scares me that we may be having this conversation for real in about 5 years. (If it's less, don't tell me).

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Quote of the day

"And it's a nose-picker alien!" (Sadly, in reference to her brother).

I hope she's never *my* dentist

Jessica is playing dentist with Xander. She's "Dentist Rosie." My dentists never have nice friendly names like that. Anyway, Dentist Rosie just did something to patient Xander's mouth. She concluded with "Now, don't eat for 2 days."

Wow, that's some procedure.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

(eye roll)

As I watched my beautiful daughter playing with her Easter stash, I felt the need to tell her how much I love her.

Her response?

"I know that already! You've been telling me that ever since I was born."

Pardon me. ; )

Saturday, April 11, 2009

So sweet!

Even though the kids start out (almost) every night in their own bed, they inevitably join Mommy in her big bed. For Jessica, that means taking her stuffed animal(s). It's really quite amazing. Hari witnessed her one night, half asleep, running all around making sure she got 3 stuffed animals, plus her water sippy, before she walked right past him on the couch and went upstairs to our bedroom.

Jessica usually comes up first, and Xander follows later, unless Jessica cries so loudly before leaving the room that she wakes him up. Well, last night, Jessica had an armful of animals as usual and it wasn't until morning when I saw she had not only brought her animal and sippy cup, but she had taken the trouble to bring up Xander's dog Dodger and his sippy cup too. And then this morning when she came downstairs to join Xander and me (he always wakes up before her), she brought down her animal and Dodger as well. How thoughtful!

Friday, April 10, 2009

How to lose years off your life

Have a conversation with your 5 year old that goes along these lines:

Jessica: "Mom, when can I drive?"

Mom: "A car?"

Jessica: "Yes."

Mom: "In about 10 years."

Jessica: "But that's when I'm going to be pregnant.

Mom, hoping she didn't hear right: "What?!"

Jessica: "But that's when I'm pregnant" (it got even better the second time).

Mom: "No no no are not going to be pregnant for AT LEAST 20 years." (please)

I will now commence drinking a large glass of wine to soothe my frazzled nerves.

Saturday, March 28, 2009


Jessica, like many little girls her age, loves unicorns. You know the pointy part that comes out of their forehead? (the part that adults refer to as a horn.) That part of their body is the unicorn. Usage: when talking about her stuffed animal unicorn Sparkle: "This is Sparkle's unicorn."
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So, we had a gorgeous day on Friday, warm, mostly sunny. I took the kids to the playground. This is what Jessica decided would be the perfect thing to wear on a nice spring day:

Not only was it her Christmas dress, which I'd been meaning to put away in the category outgrown, but this is the pattern of the leggings she chose to wear with the dress:

This is just a nice picture of her.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Where are her listening ears?

Jessica was eating breakfast this morning. I asked her if she wanted to wear a dress today. I could tell she wasn't really listening to me. She said no. So I knew she wasn't listening to me. "You don't want to wear a dress?" I asked in disbelief.

She turned and looked me in the eyes. All of a sudden the fog seemed to clear. "Ohhh," she said. Covering her tracks, she added, "I thought you said bess."

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Fashion Sense

Jessica has been begging me lately for a snazzy glittery glitzy gymnastics leotard. The kind half the kids in the gymnastics school are wearing. The kind that are prominently displayed in the gymnastic school's shop, which we must walk past every week to get to the gym where her class is held.

I suspected they were kind of expensive, and decided to confirm it by popping into the shop the last time we were there. The kind she wants are about $30. At first I said no, that was too expensive.

Then I began to crunch some numbers.

She'll wear it for maybe 6 months before outgrowing it (assuming she doesn't decide to quit gymnastics, which is a completely random factor.) That's 26 weeks. She wears it for an hour long class. That's 26 hours she'd be wearing it. At $30 that's a shade over $1 per hour of use. Kind of pricey.

But let's think about it.

Is it worth a shade over $1/hour to not have to listen to her whine and beg every time we go to class? It just might be. I'm conveniently ignoring the part of my mind that is telling me if I give in to her just because she's whining I'm setting a terrible precedent.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

How to tell who dressed her

Normally, I pick out Jessica's clothes. Partly because she'd gladly stay in her pajamas, or naked, all day, and partly to take pride in her being well-dressed and well-matched.

Yesterday's outfit:
pink striped long sleeve shirt (narrow horizontal stripes) and a purple flowered (almost paisley) jumper.

Today's outfit:
yellow and green (with a little pink, of course) jumper with a black long sleeved shirt. Oh, and in case you're wondering, the only reason she even owns a BLACK shirt is that I bought it to go under her butterfly Halloween costume which was mostly black gauze.

Needless to say, I did not pick out these outfits. However, while yesterday's outfit was all Jessica's choosing, today Daddy had a hand in the choosing. I told her, if anyone asked, to make sure they knew Daddy helped dressed her today.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

So much for routine

Little kids like routine. That's what "they" say. So, almost every day, 3 days a week, I sent Jessica with the same lunch for lunchtime at preschool: milk, blueberry (occasionally strawberry) yogurt, an apple and some cheese spread and crackers. I never heard any complaints from her so I figured that was good.

Then, very suddenly, on Tuesday, she broke. We were getting ready to leave for preschool, and she said, "Why do you ALWAYS give me yogurt?" All of a sudden, it was a huge problem. Lunch was already packed at that point, so I swore up and down to send her something else the next time she went to school. Which I did. It was just funny how quickly and completely she cracked.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Best laid plans...

While I was on vacation last month, I was perusing and an ad for an exhibit at the Science Museum popped up. The exhibit was on dragons, mermaids and unicorns. That would be right up Jessica's alley, I told myself. I found out the exhibit was ending mid March, so I made plans to go this past week.

We met Kristin and her boys there. They had already seen the exhibit but wanted to see the dragons again. We saw the frogs exhibit first, because we came across it first and who doesn't like frogs? Then we went to the "mythical creatures" (as it was officially titled) exhibit.

It started off badly and got worse from there.

The first thing you see when you walk into the exhibit is this big dragon. Kemper and Rowan, being boys, thought this was fantastic. Jessica--not so much. She grabbed tightly onto my hand. Then we saw some more, mostly scary looking, mythical creatures, that looked like gargoyles and the living dead. Even the mermaids were kind of scary looking. I finally spotted a unicorn and tried to steer Jessica toward it but she wouldn't get within 10 feet of it because there was this other very large scary looking creature on the way.

I gave up at that point and try to find the exit while listening to Jessica say, "I'm scared, Mommy, I'm scared." Apparently the exit was not the entrance, because they steered you through a special store where they tried to get you to buy merchandise. I didn't realize this and went back to the entrance, dragging Jessica, who continued to cling tightly to my hand. We convinced someone who worked there (actually, Kristin convinced them) to let us out the entrance due to fear factor.

I'm not sure why she is so scared of some things, poor baby. The same thing happened when we went to the National Zoo on vacation. She was scared of the life-size model of a triceratops (or whatever):

Xander seemed okay with it, though.

Then she didn't like the dinosaur skull (it might have been a tyrannosaurus rex)

This was her reaction, after I got her to very reluctantly pose:

This tiger was much more her speed:

I feel kind of bad that she's so afraid of some things. I'm hoping she's just a sensitive little soul.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Melting heart

I woke up this morning to 2 more kids in my bed than when I went to sleep. Jessica joined us about 12:30 and Xander came in about 1:30. When I woke up they were both asleep, and looking so sweet. I reached over and touched Jessica's cheek. One of her eyes opened. I immediately closed my eyes to indicate we didn't need to wake up yet. When I opened my eyes back up a minute later, she had her hand on Xander's cheek. It was so sweet and tender it made my heart melt.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


I bought Jessica a new toy for the long drive to NC. It was a little portable Bratz (yes, I buy my daughter Bratz stuff; I'm okay with it) dollhouse. I knew she would love it. And she was really excited when I gave it to her on the morning of the second day of the trip.

"I love it, Mommy! I'm going to play with it for 28 days!"

Five minutes later she was begging me to play with the new toy I had bought for her brother.

Apparently time doesn't pass in the same way it used to.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

You'd think....

You'd think a professional photographer could take a picture in focus. Apparently this is what passes for artsy in Wondertime:

(March 2009, Wondertime)

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Jessica the Destructor

The playmobil castle I got for the kids for Christmas is currently in several large pieces. I'm not sure what happened. I wasn't witness to the carnage. I just asked Jessica if she wanted me to put it back together.

"No, thanks," she said. "I like it destroyed. Every time you try to fix it, I'll destroy it."

That's incentive.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Sunday, January 25, 2009


One of Jessica's chores is to empty the utensils from the dishwasher into the utensil drawer. She gets off pretty easy because usually by the time I get to unloading the dishwasher, it needs to be loaded (and ran) again, so I frequently put the utensils away myself in order to be able to put the dirty utensils in.

This morning I decided she could do it, so I took the utensil tray out of the dishwasher and put it on the counter. To make things easier for her, we usually take the utensils tray from the drawer and put in on the floor and she loads it from there.

So, when she was ready, she took the dishwasher utensil tray off the counter and the drawer utensil tray from the drawer. I hadn't nagged her, she just started doing it, so I told her she was doing a good job.

Then I saw Xander over there with her, and decided to keep a closer eye. Last time Xander "helped" Jessica with this task, spoons and forks were intermingled in complete disorganization.

Turns out he wasn't helping her; he was *doing* the job. Apparently she had subcontracted the job out and was "letting" him do it. She left the room before her father called her back in and said if she was going to subcontract, she had to stay in the room and supervise.

The job got done with most of the utensils in the right place. Good enough for government work.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

You will be glad to know....

A direct quote from Jessica:
"Jessica Kiran is on the case," she said when Daddy asked her to help with breakfast.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

The lion and the unicorn

We have this Wiggles CD that we've listened to in the car approximately a billion times. One of the songs is called the Lion and the Unicorn. It starts something like "the lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown." I try to pay as little attention as possible. But I guess in the end the lion triumphs over the unicorn.

The other day it came on and Jessica asked, "Why does the lion always win?" Yet another question I couldn't answer.
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I can't count the number of times Jessica has said to me "You're not the boss of me. You're the boss of yourself." Could she be any more sassy?

Friday, January 16, 2009


Jessica gives me a hard time about going to school roughly 2 out of 3 days. She says it's because she doesn't like to rest, but often when we get to school, some other reason comes out. The other day she said it was because she had a band-aid on her hand and she was worried the other kids would make fun of her. Whether that was the real reason, I guess I'll never know.

But when we got to school, she was standing next to a few friends. I knelt down next to her and said, in a fairly quiet voice, "See how glad you are to be here now? Why did you say you didn't want to go?"

"Mo-om....not in front of my friends."

Oh, so sorry. I beg your pardon. ; )

Friday, January 9, 2009

Victory is mine

It has been frustrating to feed Jessica lately. She either doesn't want to eat anything that's prepared for her, but has a whole lot of alternatives she expects Mom's Restaurant to serve up or wants to snack all day instead. Or she asks for more of whatever she's eating, takes 2 (or 1 or 0) mouthfuls and says she's done. Or she asks for something else while she's still eating whatever's on her plate. For example, she'll ask for a second bowl of cereal, not eat it and then demand a piece of toast.

Breakfast is hard to keep, but I've been threatening her lately that if she doesn't eat her lunch I'm going to keep it and if she's hungry in the afternoon, that's what she's going to eat. Today I made her 2 lunches. The first was PB&J because I took it to the Y. She ate some goldfish instead. When we got home she just had to have macaroni and cheese and since I had leftovers, I heated it up. I think she ate a little but not more. I told her if she was hungry later she was going to have her lunch.

Brother got a granola bar for a snack and she asked for one. I told her she could eat her lunch. No response. After a second request for a granola bar and a second reminder about her uneaten lunch she agreed to eat the PB&J! Yay! I'm sure all my meal problems are solved now, right? ; )

Thursday, January 1, 2009

It all depends on your point of view

Today is New Year's Day. Jessica went out with Daddy to Chinatown last night and then they spent the night at a friends' house. She got about 7 or 8 hours of sleep. This became apparent when we were driving home from a playdate. She wanted chicken mcnuggets and since I suspected she wasn't going to be all that keen on the moroccan stew cooking in the Crockpot, I got her some. But by the time sheasked, I had already whizzed past the McDonald's on the turnpike.

Now, remember, she was sleep-deprived. So when she screamed at me to turn around and go back to the McDonald's, I took it in stride. I told her there was another coming up in 5 minutes, because I sincerely thought there was a McDonald's at the Westboro service plaza. Well, she didn't like the idea of driving to the next one and kept insisting I turn the car around. I didn't. But then I felt pretty bad when I discovered there was no McDonald's coming up. Fortunately, after a few more minutes of screaming, she fell asleep.

Being the softie and sucker that I am, I stopped at a McDonald's on the way back, even though she was asleep and therefore was no longer screaming for it.

She woke up as soon as we got home. She immediately started in on the chicken nuggets. I pulled them out of the bag, thinking this would make me the best mom ever, but she was *still* complaining about how I hadn't gone back to the first McDonald's. Yes, even though she had chicken nuggets in her hot little hand, she was still complaining.

It got worse.

She wanted, as most kids do, ketchup to go with her fries and chicken nuggets. The girl at the drive-through had neglected to put any packets in our bag. No problem, I said, we'd use our ketchup.

I went to our refrigerator.


We threw out the entire contents of our refrigerator after the Ice Storm. I swear I put ketchup on the shopping list Hari took with him. But I might have taken it back off, thinking it could wait for the second trip.

That was a big mistake. There was no ketchup in the house. And she refused to eat her food because there was no ketchup. It's currently sitting in the fridge because she wanted to keep it for when we get ketchup. i didn't even try to explain about how it's going to be inedible by tomorrow. It's probably already inedible.

Eventually I reheated the leftover macaroni and cheese from a couple of nights ago, gave her an ice cream cone and got her to bed ASAP.

However, while she was eating her reheated mac & cheese, I was eating a hamburger. I went to get the ketchup to put on it and suddenly realized how disappointed she must have been to find there was no ketchup based on how disappointed I was when I found there was no ketchup.

Tomorrow we will be buying ketchup.