Why My Mom Makes Me Cry -- lil' e

Eight reasons my Mom makes me cry (this does not count sporadic things that are done to me, only those things that are a pattern)...

1. She throws away boxes. She will not keep any boxes that my toys come in. Or, when she does keep them, she eventually throws them away. This makes me very sad....I really, really like boxes.

2. She takes away my dessert, regularly. I don't get to eat dessert when I hit, bite, or kick Big E. Not very fair. Big E shouldn't need to be protected, she's much older than I am.

3. She took away my green jacket. I don't want my black jacket. Every time I look in my closet, I get sad. My favorite green jacket is gone.

4. She gets rid of clothes and shoes that I once wore. I don't want any of my clothes or shoes to be given away. They are all my favorites and it makes me very sad when I see them in a box going to someone else. I don't want them to leave. I might become a baby again and they would fit.

5. She throws away pieces of paper that I've cut or drawn on. It's bad enough I don't have any baby pictures but what makes it worse is my mom gets rid of all my little papers that I cut from big papers or that I draw on. She throws them away. In the garbage. I can never get them again. Ever. Luckily, I figured out her ways and check the garbage regularly to make sure she doesn't throw anything away.

6. She doesn't let me make dragon soup. I keep asking my mom to make dragon soup with me but she won't. She says I can help her make soup but she can't help me put cookie dough, pumpkin puree, carrots and water into a soup. This makes me sad. She's stifling my creativity! How will I ever do anything great in this world if she doesn't let me experiment with my creations?

7. She doesn't appreciate my need to build things out of anything I want so she destroys my bridges, my cars, my tractors, my roads, etc. without even asking. She tells me that she needs to sit on the couch so I can't take all the cushions for the whole day or all her pillows because she needs them back but she just doesn't get that I need them to stay built. My building ideas are based off what I just built. I need to look at them, even during the night. Again, stifling me! (You see the pattern.)

8. She doesn't let me stand up while we're driving to look at the cars behind us. How does my Mom expect me to see the cars behind us when I can't turn around and look? It's not fair. I even have my seat belt on my legs so I'm strapped in!!! She can be so rigid at times...

Shout out to all my fans reading this. Let me know why your Mom makes you cry.

Later,

lil' e

Why I Cried on My Birthday -- lil' e

Birthdays are not a happy event for me, especially since I'm four. Five, now that is a cool number. I'd be happy to be five. Three. Three is also cool. But, four. very boring. Besides, since I've been four I hear, "No. I won't pick you up and carry you, you're four now. Use your legs." "Go get dressed. You don't need me to do it, you're four." "You can't use your fingers, eat with your fork. Ffffour, Fooork, see they go together." "You can get your shoes on, you're four." My mom thought herself so clever but I know my letters. I told her, "Listen to me, fork, goes with five. I will use my fork when I'm five. I'll be really big."

Listen, four can be cool sometimes. I'm definitely faster. I can catch a ball better and throw FAR! When my mom isn't looking, I jump for four steps instead of three because you know, I'm now four! But, it wasn't like some magical thing happened on my birthday. In fact, tears, big shoulder shaking tears came down as I was told I had to say good-bye to three since I was turning four. They should know to just ignore the fact I'm turning four. I don't need to know that. I can go right on being three and not know the difference. What were they thinking? They know I'm a person who has trouble letting go. I cry every time I need to put on my new black coat and it's been two months! I want my old, green one back. I don't care the arms were too short. I don't care it was hard to get on. I WANT MY GREEN ONE!

I also don't want to get older for my parent's sake as well. They have been great failures. I have no pictures of me as a baby. They tell me there are some but when I ask where they say in the computer waiting to be put in books. I don't believe them. I look around and there are NONE. Big E has lots of pictures I've seen. Where are mine? Listen, I don't want to grow up, I WANT PICTURES! Then there is the hope that I will be a girl. I don't know how those fish at the aquarium go from being boys to girls and back again but I want to do that and the longer I'm walking, the more complicated it gets.

When you see me, please tell me I'm three.

Later,

lil' e

8 Things to Do with a Pencil -- lil' e

8 Things to Do with a Pencil...

Number One -- Get green playdoh off my shoe sole after stomping killing my "playdoh'ed frog."

Number Two -- Pick my nose and pretend 'it' just went there...(I couldn't control it)

Number Three -- Chase Big E around while yelling, "I'm going to get your eye."

Number Four -- Draw on my Mom's cookbook, "It needed some more dec'ration."

Number Five -- Make new designs on my boring, white door because "It needed some more dec'ration."

Number Six -- Sing into it like a microphone.

Number Seven -- Stick behind your ear because accessories are just cool.

Number Eight -- Make holes in the dirt for a crayon garden 'cause crayons just don't dig very well.

Later,

lil' e

Christmas! -- lil' e

HOW MANY DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS??? Can it be moving any slower? Just when I wake up to think it has finally come, I'm told it's still not here. Baby Jesus must be feeling like it's FOREVER until it's here. Did you know it's His birthday? He must be so excited. It's not clear to me how old he'll be since he's up in heaven but I can't wait to have His cake. At His birthday party, I'm going to dress up like a donkey, at least that's the animal I'm hoping to be.

To help pass the time until Christmas, my Mom has been running me around as if I am a donkey. I think I may be making the trip to Bethlehem as I go from party to party. Luckily, there are lots of nutritional grasses for me -- donuts, sugar cookies, chocolate chip pancakes...the list goes on.
Here's one party where I sang, or was supposed to sing. My sleeve tasted much better than a song.

 

I really hope this is the way we can pass the time next year. Yesterday, we went on a boat ride to find sea jellies and see the Christmas lights along the canals. I've posted my two favorites -- a Santa face and the Family Griswald house (if you look closely you can see the dad hanging off the house -- how he stay up there?)

 

 

 

I hope Mr. McGregor celebrates Christmas. Maybe he'll finally catch Peter? I can't help but be a little bit disappointed when all those bunnies get away. What can you expect? I have coyote pillows on my couch that my Grandpa and Dad took out (meaning -- killed, bam, no longer). Let me tell you something, though, all other Beatrix Potter books without Mr. McGregor, complete bore. I don't want them in my collection anymore. ONLY MR. MCGREGOR BOOKS!

On that note, I can't wait for Christmas. I hope I get all the things I've been putting on my wish list for the last year. I can't remember a thing on them but every time we go into a store, I let my Mom know all the things I want on my wish list and there are just too many to remember. I will say, I can't wait until one day I can write it down because my Mom tells me she won't write everything. She told me I didn't need baby bouncer, but I told her I could still fit in it and listen to music when she needed me to sit in time out. I'm not holding much hope that made it to the list, but oh well.

Can't wait to go to the snow!!! We've been praying for more -- we've got to make an igloo or I'll be so disappointed. Gotta practice my building technique so off to do Legos.

Later,

lil' e

Fall Festivities -- Big E

I'm happy to report that this fall has been one of the best ever. Not only do I get to stay home and go to school for most days of the week, but I also get to do lots of gymnastics. I do them in the living room, the dining room, and anywhere large enough to flip my legs into the air. I find it is most convenient to start doing hand stands or cart wheels when it's time to do the dishes or clean up my room. It's hard to argue with someone who explains she can't clean up yet because her coach says she needs to practice her handstands. While I can't completely get away from doing my chores, it does delay the painful reality that I don't have servants so I have to do chores myself.

Speaking of servants, my mom, who I really do enjoy as my teacher most of the time, can be a bit rigid at times. Rigidity can be a real joy killer to someone who has a creative spirit like myself. Her rigidity can even take away my joy about my favorite subject, math. For instance, what is the big deal about always getting the exact answer? Really, is there a big difference between 4250 and 4256? Does it really matter when I'm this close? Or, how about the division problems with remainders? Who needs a remainder? What happened to rounding? Rounding was the IN thing in 2nd grade how can my Mom expect me to throw out this wonderful technique and remember my remainders? Sheesh. Rigidity has really been the downfall of many great people, think past president. At any rate, I hope she isn't on a slow steady decline towards old aged thinking.

Check out my Pictures and Until Next Time,

Big E

Some favorite pictures from the fall:

My floor routine at Level 3 State Championships.

 

A trip to the Spider Pavilion with my family and Aunt Michelle:

 

My heart's treasure:

 

Floor Baby -- lil' e

As I've gotten older it has been fun to reminisce about my younger days. Here are a few of the things that I've told my Mom about. They are especially important memories when she isn't letting me do something that I know I've done before.

(e: lil' e and M: Mom)

e: Can I watch Diego?
M: No.
e: When I was a floor baby I used to sneak out and watch the TV when you didn't know. I even watched scary stuff but I wasn't scared.

e: Can I have chocolate chip pancakes and whip cream for breakfast?
M: No.
e: When I was a floor baby, I would eat whatever I wanted and you couldn't stop me.

M: You need to pick up your Legos.
e: When I was a floor baby, I threw my Legos and and you picked them up.

M: It's time to go to bed.
e: When I was a floor baby, I stayed up as long as I wanted and you couldn't make me go to sleep.

e: Can I go ride my bike?
M: Not right now.
e: When I was a floor baby, I used to sneak out of the house and go in the backyard when you didn't know.

e: I don't want to take a nap.
M: You'll need to have quiet time in your room.
e: When I was a floor baby, I didn't like you.

e: Can you get me a water?
M: You know how to get water.
e: When I was a floor baby, I had the longest tongue, it went up to the ceiling.

e: I want to do spelling with Big E.
M: You need to learn your letters first.
e: When I was a floor baby, I knew all my letters.

It's nice to know that my Mom has loosened up on things. When I was a floor baby, she was always telling me to stop eating things off the floor, to stop licking my shopping cart and to get my fingers out of my mouth. I keep letting her know that I don't care if I get germs. When I get sick, I don't have to go to school. I get to eat on the couch for all my meals. I get to watch Diego all day long. Sometimes I even get to sleep in her bed OR she sleeps in mine. Now, instead of telling me to stop, she just stares at me and says nothing. It's nice to know she finally gets me.

Later,

lil' e

I'm 9 -- Big E

I had the coolest party ever for my ninth birthday. I had eleven of my great friends with me at Paint and Glaze, a fun place with ceramics that you get to paint. One of the greatest things about the party was that they made a cat on my sign AND a peace sign!!! My Mom didn't even tell them that those were my favorite things right now. They just knew! As soon as I saw the sign, I knew it was going to be a great party! I bet you can't guess what I picked out?...let me give you a clue, "it says meow" and I can drink from it. That's right, it was a cat cup!!! I'm trying to get over my Mom and Dad refusing to get me a kitten so I'm hoping that having a few more kitten stuffed animals will smooth my broken, broken heart(birthday presents by people who know the deepest desires in my heart and feel very sad for me that I have such strict parents).

It's so hard to sum up what this year has meant to me. It was very, very hard to move in the middle of the school year. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. It was hard to leave my favorite tree that is probably turning a sunset red and orange color right now, well, if it ever turned cold that is. It was also hard to have to get up extra early to make it to school right before the bell rang. It was also hard to say good bye to my neighbors who will also be having parties right now because there were about five of us with September and October birthdays. With the hard times though, have been some good things. We have a community pool and I learned to swim. I get to ride bikes and my new scooter in the front driveway and in our street. I have new, great neighbors that I can play with. I don't have to get up early anymore except on Fridays because most days I do school at home. I also have my own room so lil' e can't destroy as many of my things (except when he goes in there when I'm at gymnastics or at school on Wednesdays), but he's learning that I have some cool things and if he destroys my stuff then I won't play with him and he doesn't like that.

Regarding my birthday, my ACTUAL birthday, Grammy rescued me from the tyranny of my mother. She doesn't realize that when you do a pseudo-homeschool model that you CAN take a day off. She made me do school work even though it was a national holiday AND it was my birthday. But, Grammy stole me and took me to my favorite restaurant, In 'n Out and then we went to my favorite dessert place, Tutti Fruitti yogurt. She saved the day.

I think my Mom is growing. After all, she did let me go with Grammy. She does give me more breaks during school but we still work until 3 or 4 pm. Just an aside, the house isn't getting any cleaner when we end sooner. I've caught her in her room reading her books, something about a hornet's nest and a girl. When I ask her when she's going to clean HER room, she never answers me. She just says that when I'm the adult, I can make my own decisions but for now, my room has to stay clean even though hers doesn't. I think she uses the same standards for cleaning as she does with sugar. When we're sick, we don't get any sugar. When she's sick, she says she needs it to keep mentally sane. She says that she's willing to pay the price of being sick a few more days, because sugar helps her parent us better and use a good tone of voice. As you can imagine, she doesn't allow me to use sugar for a better tone of voice with my brother. Instead, if I'm too mean, I can get my sugar taken away. There again, different standards. My wish is that in this year of being nine, the rules will be more equal....AND I'll get my kitten.

Until Next Time,

Big E