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.