26 September 2008
24 September 2008
Me: Oh. Very nice. It's a boy superhero? (she usually draws girls)
Sarah: Yeah. He doesn't have earrings and he has short hair so he has to be a boy!
So....need to work on those gender stereotypes I see...
All I have to do is count "5....4.....3...." and Sarah shapes right up.
I really should come up with an action plan just in case one day she calls my bluff and lets me get to 1.
19 September 2008
Yesterday she drew a great picture (for a 4 year old) of the cats. They have fur, whiskers, fangs, claws (and big smiles). I asked her where the tails are..she turned the paper over and had drawn them on the back *giggle*
Thursdays she has show and tell. She brought a tennis ball. Oookay but whatever. In the car we had this discussion:
Sarah: My tennis ball eats tika birds (I have no idea what a tika bird is).
Me: Oh that's sad for the poor tika birds
Sarah: Well they aren't alive!
Me: Oh what happened?
Sarah: They don't live very long. That's just the way it works!
Me: I see. Where does the tennis ball get tika birds?
Sarah: Well they come from far away - and you need wings like a pegasus to get to them!
Me: So the tennis ball can fly?
Sarah: No. Tennis balls can't fly! ...I don't know how he gets them.
Me: See! There's our license plate. It's white with red lettering.
Sarah: *touches the blue grass and airplane pattern in the background*.."ooooh...*then concerned* Mommy, I wasn't the one who colored on it!"
"Look! I can see the moon during the day! What a nice gift!"
This morning in the car: "Mommy, look at the invisible moon!"
About getting bit by fire ants yesterday "They weren't being mean, I just fell on their house."
In the meat department at the grocery store "Hello cows! mooo! Hello pigs! oink oink!"
Sarah and I have a little joke now when I drop her off at school. She says "Have a nice day at school, Mommy!" and I say "Have a nice day at work, Sarah!" She thinks this is hilarious.
Sarah: Mommy! Did you know that Daddy's car has a secret compartment???
Me: It's not a secret if you tell people, silly.
Sarah: *looks like I kicked a puppy*
Sarah: *turns to Robert completely serious*...it's not a secret any more.
Me: I'm going to miss you so much, Sarah.
Sarah: I'm not going to miss you.
Me: *hurt* you aren't?
Sarah: Nope. I know you're coming back!
Later on that day she had to endure me giving her about a million hugs and kisses because I told her I had to "stock up"... Nothing odd, right?
A few days later from Finland I Skype Robert and he tells me that Sarah said she's "starting to miss mommy because she probably has used up all her hugs by now."
Last night at hhgregg we were looking at clothes washers/dryers. Sarah tried to open one of those huge front loader washers. She pulls on it for a minute and then stops, sighs and says "I guess I need to eat more vegetables!"
Relatively good mood from her this morning. She wanted cereal but she didn't eat much. I got the chewable multi into her at least. She gets a party at school (I will pick up her cake midday today) and then tonight we are going to the mall with her for dinner and to buy her something from the Sanrio store (her request).
then home for her to see the huge pile of pressies her relatives have sent :) I can't wait.
Okay on with today's story entitled: "Kids remember what you say about them."
The setting: In the car while driving her to school.
Sarah: Mommy, we're going to the beach tomorrow?
Me: No sweetie, we're going on Friday
Me: Because tomorrow we have school, work and other stuff to do.
Sarah: Oh. But they have toys at the beach!
Me: We will bring toys.
Me: Because they don't have toys at the beach. We will bring some.
Sarah: We don't have beach toys.
Me: I will buy some
Me:...*circular conversation is circular*...Why do you ask so many questions?
Sarah: Because I don't have buttons.
Me: You don't have buttons?
Sarah: I don't have buttons to turn me off!
Me: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Me: To get to the other side!
Sarah: *maniacal laughter*..
a minute later
Sarah: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Sarah: To get to the other side!
Robert and I: *giggles*
Sarah: And then a car hit him! *claps hands together*
Sarah: When I grow up I'm going to have a baby named Belle!
Me: Aww..that's cute.
Sarah: Then we'll both be mothers!
Me: Yup :)
Sarah: Will you always be my Mommy?
Me: Always. You're stuck with me.
Sarah: No I'm not! You're stuck with Daddy!
Sarah: I'm going to tell a story!
Sarah: Once upon a time there was a pink tree. She was grown up and lived with her mommy and daddy but she didn't go into the woods.
Me: She didn't go into the woods?
Sarah: No. It's not a scary story.
Sarah: The tree and her mommy and daddy all went to work.
Me: Oh? What do they do at work?
Sarah: *exasperated* They make money!
Sarah: Then they bring the money home and share it with allll of their neighbors.
Sarah: And the fairy.
Me: What does the fairy look like?
Sarah: She goes ALLLL the way to the ceiling. She has pink skin and blue hair. She wears a purple dress with um...green spots and a red cookie!
Me: Does she have wings?
Sarah: Yes! they are red and pink and purple and silver and brown and black and ....
...*trails off into muttering to herself*
Our rides to school in the morning are very interesting. I need an audio recorder in there.
Me: Wow sweetie, you got dressed by yourself! That is a big help for me. Good job!
She grins sort of sheepishly and follows me into the bathroom where I finish applying my makeup.
Sarah: Wow good job mommy! you got dressed all by yourself! You did a great job!
Me: Sarah, are you being sarcastic?
So now i know not to lay it on QUITE so thick :) I am impressed at her level of humor though as a 3 yr old (4 in June).
Sarah's? "I have a camel. He goes down the slide with me. He likes to eat grapes."
And this morning in the car:
Sarah: *mumbles something*
Me: I'm sorry sweetie, can you speak up? My ears aren't working right today.
Sarah: Are they out of batteries?
Sarah: Mommy, is it raining?
Me: *looks up* It looks like it's thinking about it.
Sarah: *indignant* Mommy! The sky doesn't think!
Me: Yes...yes you're right.
Sarah: I'm not a bug!
Me: Well sometimes we say things that sound cute to people but they really aren't those things. It's called a term of endearment. Like if I call you "honey" I don't really think you're honey - or if Daddy calls me "kitty" he doesn't think I'm actually a kitty.
Sarah: Or if Daddy calls you lightbulb?
Me: ...*sighs and decides it's not worth correcting* yes, or when Daddy calls me a lightbulb o.O
Me: Sarah, what do you want from Santa?
Sarah: Well...a new tree (Ours has a missing section of lights - this is really sweet since she thinks of the family first instead of herself.)
Me: Okay. Anything else?
Sarah: A sign! A pink one.
Me: .... What should the sign say?
Sarah: It should say "be careful" so people drive careful.
Me: *wipes eye*...okay anything else?
Sarah: A car.
Me: A toy car?
Sarah: Yes (whew) - and one of those.
Me: One of what?
Sarah: *points out window* those.
Me: The orange and white things?
Me: You want a traffic cone for christmas?
Me: They are very heavy and they are there to show people the road is not finished yet.
Sarah: I can lift it! And we can use the "be careful" sign!
Me:...(what can you say to that logic?) I'll get you something nice...
Anyway, so this Saturday I was draining the water from the tuna and Sarah pipes up "Mommy, can I give Freya that cat juice?"
Sarah: It's getting dark out.
Sarah: The sun is going away. It's going to the airport. It's my sun and when it's light out it'll come back to my house!
So you all know - My daughter owns the sun, and it goes to the RDU airport at night.
Me: *wears glasses*
Sarah: Mommy, you look like a nerd!
Me: *sighs and resists urge to strangle child*
Sarah: Mommy, you look like a nerd! I love your glasses!
Me: *feels reassured - I have not failed in parenting*
Sarah is 3. My grandmother was visiting this weekend. My very Jewish grandmother. We keep a religiously eclectic household. It's lunchtime and we're all sitting around the table. Sarah gets up from the table and retrieves an apple from the fruit bowl. She puts it down in front of me and says "Here! This is Christmas dinner!" and runs off.
The child will eat steamed broccoli plain...without prompting. She also thinks nori strips are a great snack.
Sarah had a little cup of ice cream for dessert. You know the ones. They hold about 2oz of ice cream with a peel off lid that's fun to lick. She sat down at the table with her ice cream. Ate it and chatted, didn't get ice cream on herself or the table. Afterwards took her little cup to the garbage and put her spoon in the sink.
I'm 31 years old and I still don't succeed in doing all that all the time.
Sarah has a tiny strawberry mark on the side of her stomach. It's about the size of a dime. Comment tonight while eating was to say "Is my spot still there? *peek down (not lifting up shirt or anything) and then gives me grin* YUP! It's still there!"
Sarah loves her "spot" - especially since Chii the cat has one too.
BTW, I apparently am 5 years old.
Some cute-isms from Sarah:
Calling my sister Eve "Eef"
Waffles are called "awfuls"
She referred to candy canes as "toothpaste"
Sarah now has the balance and awareness to play "horsie!"
Now if I could just get her to start referring to herself as "I" instead of "Sarah" so she doesn't sound like Bob Dole..
Sunday we went to the playground. Sarah coaxed me onto the slide which was lots of fun :) On our way back she was looking for a "pretty rock" and picked up an acorn. I explained to her that acorns are not rocks, but seeds which, if everything is right, will grow up to be trees!. She picks up a few acorns and throws them in the air yelling "Grow up, trees!"
We were playing on her bed and I got a headache. I just lay my head down and said "mommy is going to sleep now!" she said "mommy wake up!" I said "no, mommy rest." So she picks up a TINY blanket and carefully draped it over me then pet me on the head *giggle*. (I got up after a minute and played with her again after popping some excedrine).
Last night I made her "octodogs". She LOVED them, and played with them excitedly for a bit. Then she handed them to me to "open". Apparently octodogs are only yummy if your mother pulls the legs off first so you can pop the head in your mouth then eat the legs afterwards. She ate 4 octodogs and half a thing of yogurt last night (1 hot dog makes 2 octodogs). Very easy so I think I'll make them for her more often :)
Sarah: *standing on a chair peering over my shoulder*
Me: *tries to do homework and fails*
Me: Sarah, do you want to learn about the external uses of the statement of cash flows?
Sarah: No. *gets off chair and leaves, taking the piece of cookie I had in front of me with her*
My darling daughter is currently wearing a yellow checked romper, gold and silver embroidered sandals, a pink flowered hat, purple metallic sunglass, and a plastic opalescent orange beaded necklace.
now the question is - do I let her leave the house like this?
realizing the child has smeared my 18" flatscreen monitor with my favorite lip balm..and finding it funny.
having my hair "brushed" with a very slobbered on baby comb which has probably been sat on by the cat.
getting a kiss from my daughter without asking for one.
listening to Sarah insist that fish are called "shoes".
having special "in" jokes with her.
Watching her sleep in her "big girl bed."
So I am feeding Sarah scrambled eggs and a peach for lunch. Whenever I go to get her a bite of egg I blow on it to make sure it's not too hot...after a few bites, she starts pointing to the bowl and making a blowing noise :))
Okay, it would have been better if she had said "Mother dearest, I would greatly appreciate it if you could perhaps give me another taste of those scrumptious eggs."...but I'll take what I can get ;)