Thursday, October 29, 2009
"No, baby, you are both girls, so you will both marry boys."
Glad we got that cleared up.
We were playing tea the other day, and she was pouring.
"Here's the tea and here's the coffee..."
Then, as she poured another one into my cup, I said, "Is that the creamer?"
"No, it's the macaroni and cheese."
Then, as she poured each one again, she gave me a running commentary: "Here's the tea, juice, juice, macaroni and cheeeeeeese, juice..."
Our Gymnastics got canceled one week. She had been so excited about it the day before, and I had found out after she went to bed. So I came in her room the next morning, and said, "I have some bad news."
She was quiet for a minute, and then said, "You feel bad?"
"No, I have some bad NEWS. We won't get to go to gymnastics today."
Silence. Then she said, "I prayed in bed. I prayed for your bad news."
One of the girls in my High School Life Group, Cara, got a pink hair streak for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Ali was mesmerized. She now refers to Cara as "Cara and her pink hair".
The first day that she saw it, she gave us a running commentary on the way home: "Where's Cara and her pink hair? I should have pink hair. Mommy should have green hair and Daddy should have red hair. But I should have pink hair. Can I have pink hair like Cara and her pink hair?"
Jennifer came over to borrow some clothes for Amy Beth, who is a year younger than Ali. Ali wasn't very nice and didn't want to share. She even cried about sharing. I was horrified - are we about to go through a selfish phase?
But we had a good talk afterwards, and talked about how she didn't have any fun when her friends came over because she was too busy being selfish.
The next week, we saw Amy Beth at Church. Ali pointed - "Hey Mommy, there's Amy Beth...remember when she came over and I was selfish and missed my chance to have fun?"
It actually was a huge blessing that they came over that day, because it helped me and Ali to prepare for Radford staying with us for two days the next week. And she was absolutely awesome with Radford...so thank you, Amy Beth, for bearing the brunt of Ali's selfishness!
Ali was having Macaroni and Cheese and Chocolate Milk for lunch one day. She dropped a piece of Macaroni in her milk, and I thought she hadn't noticed...
But she had. She ever-so-calmly picked up her straw, speared the Cheesy Macaroni at the bottom of her glass, and ate the now chocolatey-cheesy-macaroni right off the straw.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Chris, Ali and I went to the Mellow Mushroom to get Pizza and meet a Social Media friend, Eric, a week ago, and Ali was in LOVE with all of the artwork, especially the chairs. Who knew that druggy art was so appealing to toddlers? Makes sense, I suppose…
There was a guy sitting on our row at the ballgame that had very troubling hair: black at the roots, white on the tips, and the consistency of teddy bear fur:
I was very confused by this, until he took his visor off, and the hair came with it.
Eli came over and “jumped” with Ali on the trampoline again before lunch on Sunday.
He had some pretty cool tricks up his sleeve, such as the toe touch:
And the goal post:
Ali worked on her Soccer moves:
But he didn’t mind being kicked around.
I THOUGHT I had photographical proof that he did make it off the ground, but upon further investigation, one foot is still down:
Oh well, with all of this instruction from his big cousin, he’s sure to figure out jumping in no time.
After lunch on Sunday, Mom gifted Ali with more cotton candy:
She was quite proud of that blue tongue.
Christmas decorations are already out at the mall, so Ashley and I let the girls go play at Sears on Monday. They love to just run around the Christmas displays, observe, and chat. So we sit in the nearby outdoor furniture display, watch, and chat. It’s a win/win!
Yup, the Holidays have officially arrived.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
So back in January I walked you through my first attempt at a particular form of art that I love, but seeing as how I was born with no art skills, wasn’t sure if I could pull off. Here were the results:
However, those supplies sat, lonely and unused in my closet, until this month.
Hey – if I crank out a masterpiece every 10 months, I’ll be famous in, like, never!
Anyway, for some reason, the mood hit me, so a couple of weeks ago I started doodling a similarly styled painting:
Yeah – it started out REALLY similarly styled.
And then I started to paint, this time with a metallic set of paints:
It only took a few days of short sessions of painting this time (the second time is always so much quicker than the first time when trying new things), and I finished it:
I had an art appraiser come by to inspect my work:
She was VERY thorough, and, according to my painting, a bit intrusive:
And, I suppose, made sure that none rubbed off on her hands,
She even checked the back to make sure I hadn’t painted over a Picasso or something:
She finally approved, and it was allowed to be hung (upside down from the way that I planned on hanging it, thanks to the advice of my husband):
It was fun, and quite stress-relieving! …and much less difficult this time.
And – I’m sure you’re wondering what Ali worked on during my short painting sessions. She was working on art herself - “Stacking”, as she called it:
Works for me.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
She randomly started the following conversation the other day:
Ali: "Where is God and Jesus' house?"
Me: "In Heaven....we'll go there one day and see them!"
Ali: "Will God have special treats for us in heaven?"
Me: "Oh yes - many special treats - and we'll all live in castles!!"
Ali: "Ooooh...Snow White and the Prince live in a Castle...they live in Heaven!"
Me: "Not exactly...."
This morning, Ali wanted to play Mommy and Baby. She declared that I was the baby and she was the Mommy.
Heh heh...chance for revenge.
We were in the car, so I decided to make completely unreasonable requests.
Me: "I am hungry. Can you feed me?"
Ali: (She picks at the flowers on her pants) "Here's some cake. Do you want cake?"
Me: "I wanna go play in the living room!"
Ali: "There's not a living room in the car."
Me: "But I wanna go play in the living room!"
Ali: "There's not a living room in the car! .... Do you want to take a nap in a few minutes?"
Me: "No. Are you tired of me?"
Ali: "Are you being difficult?"
Me: "Yes. I'm being difficult. I wanna play in the living room!!"
Ali: "Can you find your happy heart for me?"
I think I enjoyed the role reversal a bit too much. Not so sure about her.
We've been learning what all of the cars are called. Not really for any purpose other than passing the time in the car, and surely it grows some extra brain synapses somewhere to pick up useless trivia.
In case you're wondering, Ali's favorite cars seem to be Jeeps and Chevy Suburbans. I guess she's an SUV type of girl.
Thank goodness she doesn't want a minivan either.
Anyway, another thing that she's been doing is making up things that "she did as a baby" or that "she will do when she's a big girl", and sometimes they get all convoluted.
This morning, I heard this constant stream of chatter from the back seat:
"That truck is hot. When I get bigger I used to have a hot big rig. A hot pink big rig. I used to have a Pink Jeep. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12..13..14..15..16..17..18..19..20. I used to have 20 pink big rigs and jeeps."
We might need to work on her materialism issue a bit.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
This was a while back – the last time Ali and I went to Edgar’s. As we were leaving, she wanted to sit on the bench:
We sat and stared and talked about him for at least half an hour. It was one of those moments where I totally let go of anything else I wanted to do and just enjoyed listening to a toddler’s mind.
“He has a REALLY big head.”
“What’s that on top of his head? It’s really high.”
“He has a REALLY big tummy.”
“What’s his name? Is he Edgar?”
Of course he was Edgar. By the time we left, we were Edgar’s best friend.
I need more moments like that.
What I DIDN’T realize until a minute later was that it wasn’t a barricade.
It was a stall door.
He was pooping.
When I asked her what she wanted to do with them, she was quick to answer: “buy cookies!!!”
The other night, we had the most artistic of family evenings. I was working on a painting:
And Ali was vacillating between helping him play
It really was wonderful – the most relaxing of evenings that I can remember in a long time. More arts and entertainment, please!