Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Daisy Promise

Jessica is working to get her first Daisy Petal (like a Girl/Boy Scout patch). It involves memorizing the Daisy Promise (which I keep calling the Daisy Pledge, for no particular reason). Thinking like the mother of two that I am, I figured this would take days of practice and repetition. We started last Thursday. I read her the first line, she repeated it a couple of times, then I read the second line, she repeated it. Then I had her so both the first and second line. There were only 4 lines, so we got through it pretty quickly, she said the whole thing 2 or 3 times, and then wanted to stop.

On Sunday, I sat her down again to practice. I couldn't even remember how the thing began but she immediately recited the entire thing.

Maybe my memory was that good when I was 6, but I seriously doubt it.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

No means yes

At least in the mind of a 6 year old. A couple of weeks ago, Xander had me up at 6:00 and I was really tired, so I ended up falling asleep on the couch. Hari had just come home from his shift and apparently Jessica asked him if she could paint. He told her no and went to bed.

When I woke up 15 or 20 minutes later, I went to find the kids. They were sitting, not at the kitchen table, which is the only paint-sanctioned area in the house, but at the little table in the playroom. Paint was spattered not only on the table but on the wall.

"Why are you painting here?" I asked. Then a more obvious question struck me, "Did you ask if you could paint?"

"I asked Daddy."

"What did Daddy say?"

"He said no, so I went to the closet and took out the paints." Never mind the disobedience. The paints are on the closet shelf, about 5 feet high. She had climbed onto...something, a chair, a piece of furniture, and pulled them down.

Then I went on to explain that no means no, even if she was capable of doing it without parental assistance.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Tooth fairy

It finally happened: Jessica finally lost her first baby tooth! About 2 weeks ago, I called the dentist about her shark tooth and they said if it didn't loosen up soon to bring her in. They were concerned about the permanent tooth not coming in correctly. Theoretically, if the baby tooth were out of the way, the permanent tooth would move forward.

Jessica did not want to go to the dentist. Even the slightly hint that they might want to pull the tooth scared her. Fortunately, within a week of that phone call, the tooth started to be loose. And Jessica started wiggling. And wiggling. And wiggling.

Then, on Wednesday, just after brushing her teeth for bedtime, out it popped! I was so glad it was at home, because she'd been worried it was going to bleed and it did bleed a little. She is terrified of blood. But it was all good because it was home.

We found a small box, put the incredibly tiny tooth in it, set it under the pillow and sure enough, the Tooth Fairy made an appearance overnight.



It's a little hard to see the gap because the infamous shark tooth is there behind it but look closely. Lower bottom , right center tooth.

Note to self

Next time I'm telling Jessica about the Beatles, make sure she understands at the beginning of the conversation that I'm talking about the greatest band ever. Not insects.