Mimi is back!!! Finally. My mom kept me captive here. Every day I see an airplane, I ask my mom if we can go on it to see Mimi and Papa. She never lets me. I've even cried. But she doesn't let me. Thank goodness Mimi came to rescue me. She lets me go around the block on my bike. She feeds me frozen yogurt and makes cookies. She even feeds me butterflies. My mom says she can't find butterflies for me to eat. Yet, Mimi opens the bread, gets a knife and in a few minutes, there's a butterfly. I don't know what I'm going to do when she leaves. Crying doesn't help. Maybe she'll put me in her suitcase.
On the potty training front, I'm just not getting it. Who needs to sit on the potty when poop comes out better when you're moving? I told my mom I can't sit. She insists I can. So, I wait her out. I refuse to go and then in a distracted moment, begin to run around the room. In a few moments, there it is. It appears and I'm done. No sitting for hours. No reading books on an uncomfortable seat. No need to stop moving while I'm awake. It's no wonder that adults can't keep up with me. They have to move slower so they don't have any accidents. I don't see when I'd ever want to stop running in order to sit and go potty.
Dogs don't have to sit on a potty. They run and they barely stop and go. That's me. I'm like a dog. I need to run to flow.
Later,
lil' e
Friday, December 3, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Moving -- Big E
It's official. I'm moving out of the house where I was raised. I learned how to climb trees here and love spiders. I don't know how I feel. I'm sad to leave my neighbors but I'm ready to have my own room. I don't think I will miss giggling with Elisha before lights out. I won't miss him climbing into my bed when he wants to snuggle. I definitely won't miss him stealing my stuffed animals off my bed or adopting one as his (like my chipmunk). I'm ready to have my own room so I can have some alone time in peace.
So, where will we move? That is a big question. Today we visited a house twice. I'm not super excited about it because I wanted my room upstairs. I don't want a one story house. How boring is that? AND when we visited it the second time we walked across the park that is right across the street from it. We walked all around, past the play equipment, past the bbq, past the people eating and then we walked back. I was thinking to myself, this is okay but then we passed the play equipment and didn't even get to play. HAVE YOU EVER EVEN HEARD OF THAT???? To walk to a park and not get to play. Who does that? Who would be in a park and not stop to play? Not any I can think of, except my parents who obviously don't know how things work.
We don't know if we are going to rent or buy at this point. So my mom has also been looking at rentals. I spotted one for her. The big sign read, 1 bed, 1 bath. I pointed it out to her and said, "Mom, we don't need to look there. Who would even rent that? One bed and one bath. No one would want to live in a place that only has a bathroom and bedroom. Where would they eat? Or where could they play? She seemed to appreciate my input. She's gone back to work so she needs help with these things.
I'm going to keep looking but I really hope we find a place where I can be upstairs. Maybe if I tell her enough times she can help make it happen.
Lil' e is playing, gotta go have some alone time,
Big E
So, where will we move? That is a big question. Today we visited a house twice. I'm not super excited about it because I wanted my room upstairs. I don't want a one story house. How boring is that? AND when we visited it the second time we walked across the park that is right across the street from it. We walked all around, past the play equipment, past the bbq, past the people eating and then we walked back. I was thinking to myself, this is okay but then we passed the play equipment and didn't even get to play. HAVE YOU EVER EVEN HEARD OF THAT???? To walk to a park and not get to play. Who does that? Who would be in a park and not stop to play? Not any I can think of, except my parents who obviously don't know how things work.
We don't know if we are going to rent or buy at this point. So my mom has also been looking at rentals. I spotted one for her. The big sign read, 1 bed, 1 bath. I pointed it out to her and said, "Mom, we don't need to look there. Who would even rent that? One bed and one bath. No one would want to live in a place that only has a bathroom and bedroom. Where would they eat? Or where could they play? She seemed to appreciate my input. She's gone back to work so she needs help with these things.
I'm going to keep looking but I really hope we find a place where I can be upstairs. Maybe if I tell her enough times she can help make it happen.
Lil' e is playing, gotta go have some alone time,
Big E
Monday, November 15, 2010
I'm Sooo Good! lil' e
This week, I've turned the corner on rebellion. I've been GOOD!!! I've been going in the potty when my mommy asks, I've been leaving Woof Woof in the car at gymnastics even though he is very sad, and I'm even getting dressed when my mom asks. I just love to see her smile at me and give me lots of hugs and kisses. She even "pick me up" when I do good.
Yesterday, I heard the sprink'ers come on, which I love. I ran out the front door onto the front lawn and put Woof Woof's head in the water. My mom ran after me and said that I needed to stay on the porch and Woof Woof or Me couldn't get wet or else I would need to go inside. So, I listened to her words. I packed up Woof Woof in a box, closed the lid and then threw the box off the front porch right into the water. He got to play in the water, like he wanted to but do it listening to my mommy's words. I couldn't help but grin when my mom came on the porch to check on me. I told her, "Look, Mommy. Doggy don't get wet. He stay dry." She asked me how the box got down there. With a big smile I answered, "I threw it!"
Eating has been another example of how I've had good listening. My mom and dad don't like me to throw my food on the floor or across the table. It's very hard to listen to their words. However, this week I've been able to keep most of my food off the floor. Instead, I've found other places to put it. My carrots make great earplugs. My quesadillas turn into animals that slide in between my toes and growl. I can also make them disappear. I chew them up and spit them out so they can still play.
I also eat everything on my plate. Well almost. I at least clean my plate every meal. Sometimes I need must do it by sliding off my chair and throwing my food in the garbage can, leaving my plate ready to receive dessert. Others, I can spit things out so they land in my water cut, unnoticed until dumped out. Or still others, I chew things into tiny pieces and spit them out. Whose going to make me eat food again? Clearing my plate is another sign that I'm turning big! You can imagine my disappointment when today I filled my plate with maple syrup, poured right out of the bottle, but wasn't allowed to lick it up. I didn't bite or hit but I yelled. It wasn't right that I didn't get to finish my plate. It needed a pancake there!
I can even dress myself and put on my shoes! My mom tries to fuss about which shoe is right and what position my pants or shirt are one, but I tell her I want it like that and she usually lets it go. She knows I'm so big and good.
Later,
lil' e
Yesterday, I heard the sprink'ers come on, which I love. I ran out the front door onto the front lawn and put Woof Woof's head in the water. My mom ran after me and said that I needed to stay on the porch and Woof Woof or Me couldn't get wet or else I would need to go inside. So, I listened to her words. I packed up Woof Woof in a box, closed the lid and then threw the box off the front porch right into the water. He got to play in the water, like he wanted to but do it listening to my mommy's words. I couldn't help but grin when my mom came on the porch to check on me. I told her, "Look, Mommy. Doggy don't get wet. He stay dry." She asked me how the box got down there. With a big smile I answered, "I threw it!"
Eating has been another example of how I've had good listening. My mom and dad don't like me to throw my food on the floor or across the table. It's very hard to listen to their words. However, this week I've been able to keep most of my food off the floor. Instead, I've found other places to put it. My carrots make great earplugs. My quesadillas turn into animals that slide in between my toes and growl. I can also make them disappear. I chew them up and spit them out so they can still play.
I also eat everything on my plate. Well almost. I at least clean my plate every meal. Sometimes I need must do it by sliding off my chair and throwing my food in the garbage can, leaving my plate ready to receive dessert. Others, I can spit things out so they land in my water cut, unnoticed until dumped out. Or still others, I chew things into tiny pieces and spit them out. Whose going to make me eat food again? Clearing my plate is another sign that I'm turning big! You can imagine my disappointment when today I filled my plate with maple syrup, poured right out of the bottle, but wasn't allowed to lick it up. I didn't bite or hit but I yelled. It wasn't right that I didn't get to finish my plate. It needed a pancake there!
I can even dress myself and put on my shoes! My mom tries to fuss about which shoe is right and what position my pants or shirt are one, but I tell her I want it like that and she usually lets it go. She knows I'm so big and good.
Later,
lil' e
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Big Cat, Lil' cat -- Big E
Another successful Halloween night. Lil' e and I were black cats, in honor of our cat, Oedipus and Max-e-moo-moo, Mimi and Papa's cat. Of course, we were adorable. Ears, painted black whiskers and black noses, with long body leotards and black tails. My mom somewhat dressed up with brown ears and whiskers. She was supposed to do black paws for me, but said she couldn't fit in any sewing time. This was extremely disappointing and I suggested to her that next year she start earlier with my costume so she can get it all done.
Our outfits paled in comparison to the amount of candy, and the coolness of the candy, we received from our neighbors. I got several Reese's, my favorite and M&M's, oh too much to list. I don't really like Skittles or Snickers so we gave them away to people who came to our door after we returned from Trick or Treating. Luckily, no one tricked although we were disappointed by how many dark porches there were. We had to walk a long ways to get lots of candy! My mom said it was good for us, burn off all the calories before we got home to have two pieces! I told her it would take until Easter for me to eat all my candy at two pieces a day. Of course she wouldn't negotiate; she can be controlling that way. I can't wait until I'm the mommy so I can let my daughter do whatever she wants to do!
My REAL highlight was having four of my cousins stay with me for four days. We made lots of videos on my new camera from Grandpa D. It was like we were real actors. We took turns being the director. Of course, it was a real pain when Lil' e wanted to join us but we just told him Woof Woof couldn't be in the video and he'd leave after a few minutes.
After they left, I was mad at my mom. It isn't fair that they have all those sisters and brother to play with. Who do I have? lil'e...how fair is that? He is always wrecking whatever we play so I'm not even sure I should count him. Take yesterday for example, we were playing binoculars. Trying to find things to look at. Before I know it, he has stuffed his sandwich inside the binocular barrels after he figured out how to loosen the screw. Now, MY binoculars don't even work.
I love lil' e, but it's just not fair that I don't have anyone else to play with.
Peace Out,
Big E
Our outfits paled in comparison to the amount of candy, and the coolness of the candy, we received from our neighbors. I got several Reese's, my favorite and M&M's, oh too much to list. I don't really like Skittles or Snickers so we gave them away to people who came to our door after we returned from Trick or Treating. Luckily, no one tricked although we were disappointed by how many dark porches there were. We had to walk a long ways to get lots of candy! My mom said it was good for us, burn off all the calories before we got home to have two pieces! I told her it would take until Easter for me to eat all my candy at two pieces a day. Of course she wouldn't negotiate; she can be controlling that way. I can't wait until I'm the mommy so I can let my daughter do whatever she wants to do!
My REAL highlight was having four of my cousins stay with me for four days. We made lots of videos on my new camera from Grandpa D. It was like we were real actors. We took turns being the director. Of course, it was a real pain when Lil' e wanted to join us but we just told him Woof Woof couldn't be in the video and he'd leave after a few minutes.
After they left, I was mad at my mom. It isn't fair that they have all those sisters and brother to play with. Who do I have? lil'e...how fair is that? He is always wrecking whatever we play so I'm not even sure I should count him. Take yesterday for example, we were playing binoculars. Trying to find things to look at. Before I know it, he has stuffed his sandwich inside the binocular barrels after he figured out how to loosen the screw. Now, MY binoculars don't even work.
I love lil' e, but it's just not fair that I don't have anyone else to play with.
Peace Out,
Big E
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Food Fun -- Lil' e
Issy and I LOVE 'iders. This was one we spotted in our driveway. Here it is climbing up the wall of our house. Issy took this picture with her new camera. Isn't it so good?
I've been busy, too busy to write. School, gymnastics, and digging have kept me very, very busy. Also, I'm a worker. My mommy, she tries to be a worker, but I'M the worker. I do so many helpful things. I get out the carpet cleaner and spray it on the rug. My mom wasn't very excited I did it without her permission but I'm BIG now. I can do things myself. Then I was a worker when I cut the papers with scissors. I needed to write to Mimi and Papa but didn't have any notecards, so I made some. It was the best because after I cut, we got to use the tape to fix the paper. The next day, I even did it again. I cut up some paper, then I repaired it using tape. Tape is hard to get out and it took most of the roll to fix the paper. Now, I can't find the scissors anymore. They aren't in the drawer. We need to buy more!
In just about any situation, I can be a worker. However, while eating I prefer to be an animal. Kitties are loud when they eat. I am, too. I meow and really focus on tearing the food up my hands. My family doesn't appreciate it and try to get me to be quiet but all kitties need to eat so I stay at the table. Other days I'm a dog. Dogs, they don't use their hands. They eat with only their mouth. I do too. No hands allowed when eating like a dog. Eating cereal as a dog is very, very fun. Fitting my face in the bowl requires difficult thinking. I use my nose, tongue, cheek, anything I can to get the food where I can grab it with my lips. Then there is the whole thing about drinking milk with your tongue. It is so good when it doesn't come out of a glass. After I'm a dog, I usually get to be a worker...cleaning up the mess with a broom.
There are a few rules while eating that are real joy robbers. 1) No throwing food. (Can you believe that?) Food is fun. It sticks to the wall when it is thrown. 2) No squeezing food. (complete stiffling of creativity!) Oh the sounds and textures squeezed food have. Yogurt even makes noises and tastes better when licks, unlike applesauce which is too runny when squeezed. I can't believe my mom and dad would rob me of such a powerful educational tool! 3) I can't pour the salad dressing by myself. This is unfair!!! I'm so big! 4) No sitting on the table. Don't they know that people in parks eat with their lunch beside them? It's so handy to have my food beside me. I don't even have to reach to get my food. Gravity takes my hand there. 5) Woof, Woof can't eat the food. Can you believe my parents won't feed my dog? He would starve if I didn't sneak him food. They said, he isn't made to get food on him. But I know it just wipes off. They're tricking me. My mom has got off spaghetti sauce, yogurt, milk, just to name a few.
I'm off to lunch myself. Boring peanut butter with raspberry jam. When will my mom break out of this rut!
Later,
Lil' e
I've been busy, too busy to write. School, gymnastics, and digging have kept me very, very busy. Also, I'm a worker. My mommy, she tries to be a worker, but I'M the worker. I do so many helpful things. I get out the carpet cleaner and spray it on the rug. My mom wasn't very excited I did it without her permission but I'm BIG now. I can do things myself. Then I was a worker when I cut the papers with scissors. I needed to write to Mimi and Papa but didn't have any notecards, so I made some. It was the best because after I cut, we got to use the tape to fix the paper. The next day, I even did it again. I cut up some paper, then I repaired it using tape. Tape is hard to get out and it took most of the roll to fix the paper. Now, I can't find the scissors anymore. They aren't in the drawer. We need to buy more!
In just about any situation, I can be a worker. However, while eating I prefer to be an animal. Kitties are loud when they eat. I am, too. I meow and really focus on tearing the food up my hands. My family doesn't appreciate it and try to get me to be quiet but all kitties need to eat so I stay at the table. Other days I'm a dog. Dogs, they don't use their hands. They eat with only their mouth. I do too. No hands allowed when eating like a dog. Eating cereal as a dog is very, very fun. Fitting my face in the bowl requires difficult thinking. I use my nose, tongue, cheek, anything I can to get the food where I can grab it with my lips. Then there is the whole thing about drinking milk with your tongue. It is so good when it doesn't come out of a glass. After I'm a dog, I usually get to be a worker...cleaning up the mess with a broom.
There are a few rules while eating that are real joy robbers. 1) No throwing food. (Can you believe that?) Food is fun. It sticks to the wall when it is thrown. 2) No squeezing food. (complete stiffling of creativity!) Oh the sounds and textures squeezed food have. Yogurt even makes noises and tastes better when licks, unlike applesauce which is too runny when squeezed. I can't believe my mom and dad would rob me of such a powerful educational tool! 3) I can't pour the salad dressing by myself. This is unfair!!! I'm so big! 4) No sitting on the table. Don't they know that people in parks eat with their lunch beside them? It's so handy to have my food beside me. I don't even have to reach to get my food. Gravity takes my hand there. 5) Woof, Woof can't eat the food. Can you believe my parents won't feed my dog? He would starve if I didn't sneak him food. They said, he isn't made to get food on him. But I know it just wipes off. They're tricking me. My mom has got off spaghetti sauce, yogurt, milk, just to name a few.
I'm off to lunch myself. Boring peanut butter with raspberry jam. When will my mom break out of this rut!
Later,
Lil' e
Sunday, October 17, 2010
I'm Eight -- Big E
For my birthday Celebration, I watched my new favorite sport, ice hockey.
I LOVE the spiders in my tree. Here is a picture of one that I took with my new camera that my grandpa gave me.
I'm Eight now. This is a BIG deal but my parents aren't making a big deal about it. I should be able to stay up longer than Lil' e. (He is only two!!!!) However, do you think my parents let me stay up???? NO they don't. Next, I should be able to do my hair, my way, any day! Most of the time, my mom let's me do my hair. However, there are some days where she insists on doing it. This makes me mad because it gets all puffy and sticks up and gets fluffy. I DO NOT like it. I'm eight. I should be able to do my hair myself!
Then there is the issue with Lil' e. I love him but he bugs me sometimes. He interferes with my alone time. I don't like that. I sneak into my bedroom or they playroom, hoping that he doesn't find me. He also tries to take my stuff, especially when he is supposed to be napping. This is NOT fair. IT IS MINE, NOT HIS. Do you think my parents punish him justly???? NEVER. This too, I do not like.
Then there is the issue where I let Lil' e use my things and he doesn't respect them. For instance, I let him borrow my favorite headband, a blue one that Grammy bought me at Justice. You read right, it is my favorite headband because that's the kind of sister I am. He used it all day, putting it around his neck so that he could put his dog's neck in the loop, keeping his dog check to check with him all day long. At the end of the day, when he was supposed to give it back, he started biting on it. Of course, I didn't like that and I tried to get it off his neck. Lil' e wanted it and he wouldn't let me get it. I grabbed harder, ripping it from around his neck. THEN, I got in trouble for not respecting his body. ME. YES, ME. HE was the one not respecting my things. HE was the one who was ruining it. HE was the one who wouldn't give it back to me. They are so soft on him!
At least I got Grandpa D and Grammy for the weekend. Grandpa D took me to IHOP for pancakes AND Chuck'e cheese. Grammy took me on a Justice shopping spree and I got to spend LOTS of time with friends going to an ice hockey game, in 'n out, and frozen yogurt. It was the best birthday yet!
Best,
Big E
Then there is the issue with Lil' e. I love him but he bugs me sometimes. He interferes with my alone time. I don't like that. I sneak into my bedroom or they playroom, hoping that he doesn't find me. He also tries to take my stuff, especially when he is supposed to be napping. This is NOT fair. IT IS MINE, NOT HIS. Do you think my parents punish him justly???? NEVER. This too, I do not like.
Then there is the issue where I let Lil' e use my things and he doesn't respect them. For instance, I let him borrow my favorite headband, a blue one that Grammy bought me at Justice. You read right, it is my favorite headband because that's the kind of sister I am. He used it all day, putting it around his neck so that he could put his dog's neck in the loop, keeping his dog check to check with him all day long. At the end of the day, when he was supposed to give it back, he started biting on it. Of course, I didn't like that and I tried to get it off his neck. Lil' e wanted it and he wouldn't let me get it. I grabbed harder, ripping it from around his neck. THEN, I got in trouble for not respecting his body. ME. YES, ME. HE was the one not respecting my things. HE was the one who was ruining it. HE was the one who wouldn't give it back to me. They are so soft on him!
At least I got Grandpa D and Grammy for the weekend. Grandpa D took me to IHOP for pancakes AND Chuck'e cheese. Grammy took me on a Justice shopping spree and I got to spend LOTS of time with friends going to an ice hockey game, in 'n out, and frozen yogurt. It was the best birthday yet!
Best,
Big E
Friday, October 8, 2010
Me and Woof Woof -- Lil' e
Woof Woof in my school cubby. He waits for me the WHOLE time.
He doesn't even get frustrated that I'm not hurrying.
I've finally found someone who gets me -- Woof Woof, my dog. He doesn't make me go to the bathroom when I don't want. He doesn't make me eat anything I don't like or make me go somewhere I don't want to go. He lets me throw balls at the ceiling or the walls. He lets me throw my food or feel my applesauce with both hands like its mud.He doesn't even get frustrated that I'm not hurrying.
Woof Woof is not without his trouble though. Yesterday he threw my sandwich all over the back seat!!! My mom gave me a cut-up sandwich instead of my usual snack after school and Woof Woof did NOT like that. He dumped out the bowl and then threw the pieces all over the back seat. My mom tried to get me in trouble but I let her know that Woof Woof was the one who threw it. He had to go into a time-out. I hated to get him in trouble, but someone had to be honest for him.
Writing about food reminds me of some completely unrealistic expectations my family has at the dinner table. The way I understand it, is we need to eat the food on the plate. SOOOO, why should they care if I throw my chicken up in the air and eat it off the table or chair or floor where it lands? It shouldn't matter what has been done with it as long as I eat it!
I did make one mistake this week but my dad didn't even let me repair it and make it better. Actually, this wasn't my mistake but I did participate in it. First of all, who gives a two year old a glass plate???? Answer: my dad. Second, if you make a mess, shouldn't you be able to clean it up??? Answer: that's what they teach me at Montessori school but according to my dad, HE needs to clean it up. (Why does he even send me to school if he isn't going to work on the things that they work on with me?) Anyways, back to the incident. My dad gave me a glass plate. I finished my dinner. I was so excited about it because I was getting ice cream that I began to shove the plate onto the floor. It's easier for me to get it off the floor than reach all the way up onto the table to grab it. (I have to put my dishes away after eating.)
My dad started yelling, "NO, NO, NO." I knew he was going to stop me so I shoved harder. Well, my plate landed on the floor and broke into lots of pieces. It was so cool -- the loud noise, the individual pieces flying everywhere and parts of my chicken intermingled with it all. I loved it. So,I laughed. My dad didn't think it was so funny. I offered to pick it up. He wouldn't let me. I screamed and kicked my feet but he still didn't let me. In fact, he made me go into the other room for a time out!!!! I didn't even get to watch him clean it up. How am I going to learn for the next time I make a mess???? They would be very disappointed in him at my school. He is not doing modeling very well at all.
I think I might tell my teacher, Ms. Michelle. Maybe she can help me help my daddy, so I can learn things faster.
Later,
Lil' e
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
What I Know -- Big E
On Sunday, I will be eight years old. I'm almost older than my mom, but not quite. I'm sure this year I'll pass her in height. After all, I'm at her chest now. In a year, I'm sure I'll have passed her. We'll see whose boss then!
In my eight years, I've come to know many things. First of all, it pays to be mean. It pays to be mean when someone is bullying you and not respecting your body, your words, or your things. If they aren't listening to you, well, sometimes you have to stand up for yourself with a little shove -- to let them know you won't be an easy target. This knowledge works with Lil' e who regularly likes to bother me when I'm playing and in one swoop destroys everything I've been playing with. I holler for my mom and before she gets there, I push him. He gets in trouble for not respecting my things. I, on the other hand, rarely get caught. He's a boy. He doesn't cry when I push him. And, he's only told on my once. I'll take those odds. Maybe next time, I'll even push him away before he destroys anything.
Next, I've learned that spiders are really cool. We have a family of spiders, orb weavers, in our trees. They make the most beautiful webs. My dad destroys the web if it is in the walkway. He's making them move up the tree and I'm a little mad. I can't stand eye to eye and look at them anymore. Doesn't he know you shouldn't disturb natural art? Someday I'm going to have my own trees and let the spiders build webs wherever they want.
Third, ice hockey is WAYYYY COOOLLLL!!!! I can't believe that people get to play a sport where you can slam up against someone. I asked my mom if she could sign me up for a team. She asked me when I would fit it in. Of course, there is no place! She has my schedule so full I can't even have alone time! Well, we're trying to work it out. At any rate, me and some of my friends are going to a game this Sunday for my birthday! Then, we get to go to In 'n Out for dinner AND then frozen yogurt. Grammy and Grandpa Del Valle will be here so you know I'll get chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast on Saturday AND Sunday. This will be the best weekend ever!
I suppose at the end of the day, my Mom isn't completely worthless. After all, she introduced me to hockey.
Off to find some spiders,
Big E
In my eight years, I've come to know many things. First of all, it pays to be mean. It pays to be mean when someone is bullying you and not respecting your body, your words, or your things. If they aren't listening to you, well, sometimes you have to stand up for yourself with a little shove -- to let them know you won't be an easy target. This knowledge works with Lil' e who regularly likes to bother me when I'm playing and in one swoop destroys everything I've been playing with. I holler for my mom and before she gets there, I push him. He gets in trouble for not respecting my things. I, on the other hand, rarely get caught. He's a boy. He doesn't cry when I push him. And, he's only told on my once. I'll take those odds. Maybe next time, I'll even push him away before he destroys anything.
Next, I've learned that spiders are really cool. We have a family of spiders, orb weavers, in our trees. They make the most beautiful webs. My dad destroys the web if it is in the walkway. He's making them move up the tree and I'm a little mad. I can't stand eye to eye and look at them anymore. Doesn't he know you shouldn't disturb natural art? Someday I'm going to have my own trees and let the spiders build webs wherever they want.
Third, ice hockey is WAYYYY COOOLLLL!!!! I can't believe that people get to play a sport where you can slam up against someone. I asked my mom if she could sign me up for a team. She asked me when I would fit it in. Of course, there is no place! She has my schedule so full I can't even have alone time! Well, we're trying to work it out. At any rate, me and some of my friends are going to a game this Sunday for my birthday! Then, we get to go to In 'n Out for dinner AND then frozen yogurt. Grammy and Grandpa Del Valle will be here so you know I'll get chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast on Saturday AND Sunday. This will be the best weekend ever!
I suppose at the end of the day, my Mom isn't completely worthless. After all, she introduced me to hockey.
Off to find some spiders,
Big E
Monday, September 27, 2010
I'm not taking a nap! -- Lil' e
My mom just doesn't seem to believe me when I tell her I'm not tired. She makes me go to bed anyways, to have a nap! Well, I'll have it no more. No more naps. Just to get my point across, I got out of my bed, pooped on the rug and then some more on the hardwood floor and then waited for my mom to find me. I stepped in my poop so you know I would have gotten in way more trouble if I walked around...so I did wait for her. When she found me, I smiled my most flirtatious smile and told her that I did a BIG poop and then a little poop. I also showed her the pee-pee on the rug so she could make it dry again.
I'm not sure my mom got the picture because she still made me take a nap. AND she made my room dark by closing the shades the entire way. I'm not very happy about this situation and I refuse to go to sleep. We'll see how many days it takes her to finally get the message that my "not listening to her" isn't a sign of being tired and thus, needing to nap. Rather, it is a sign that I'm more mature and wise now at two years and nine months so I don't really need to listen to her.
I know not to run into the street. In fact, today I opened the door and ran out to our cars parked in front of our garage while my mom was making breakfast. My Dad came out to tell me that I couldn't go outside by myself but I assured him that "no cars in the street, Daddy." He obviously could see that I'm really fine at this age. I don't need adult supervision, only someone to fix my food and get me more water when I need it.
This weekend we went to "open houses" but we only got to go inside to one. I keep asking to go to "open houses" because I love that I can run around and go upstairs/ downstairs and see new places. I'm not always excited about staying in the car but I do get to see lots of parks. Our house has open house, too. I love our Realtor, he's cool. I say hi to him and give him high fives. He likes to hear my stories, too. This real estate thing is exciting but I don't want to leave Jim and Flo. I love running outside to say hi to them. I like going over to their house to eat and sit in the cool air conditioning. Whenever, I hear them out by my window, I rush over to say, "HI, Jim. Hi, Flo."
I don't think I'll find neighbors like them so I'm not really sure I want to move. I really don't want to have my own room. Too much space! Who needs space? I love sleeping as close to issy as possible. I love giggling and telling stories when lights are out. She keeps me company and snuggles with me when I'm scared. Why would I want to leave that?
Space is overrated. I don't want to move.
Later,
Lil' e
I'm not sure my mom got the picture because she still made me take a nap. AND she made my room dark by closing the shades the entire way. I'm not very happy about this situation and I refuse to go to sleep. We'll see how many days it takes her to finally get the message that my "not listening to her" isn't a sign of being tired and thus, needing to nap. Rather, it is a sign that I'm more mature and wise now at two years and nine months so I don't really need to listen to her.
I know not to run into the street. In fact, today I opened the door and ran out to our cars parked in front of our garage while my mom was making breakfast. My Dad came out to tell me that I couldn't go outside by myself but I assured him that "no cars in the street, Daddy." He obviously could see that I'm really fine at this age. I don't need adult supervision, only someone to fix my food and get me more water when I need it.
This weekend we went to "open houses" but we only got to go inside to one. I keep asking to go to "open houses" because I love that I can run around and go upstairs/ downstairs and see new places. I'm not always excited about staying in the car but I do get to see lots of parks. Our house has open house, too. I love our Realtor, he's cool. I say hi to him and give him high fives. He likes to hear my stories, too. This real estate thing is exciting but I don't want to leave Jim and Flo. I love running outside to say hi to them. I like going over to their house to eat and sit in the cool air conditioning. Whenever, I hear them out by my window, I rush over to say, "HI, Jim. Hi, Flo."
I don't think I'll find neighbors like them so I'm not really sure I want to move. I really don't want to have my own room. Too much space! Who needs space? I love sleeping as close to issy as possible. I love giggling and telling stories when lights are out. She keeps me company and snuggles with me when I'm scared. Why would I want to leave that?
Space is overrated. I don't want to move.
Later,
Lil' e
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
School -- Lil' e
I've officially begun my endless years of school. At the ripe age of 2 years and 9 months, my mother has thrown me to the wolves and made me go to school. Would you expect anything less?
Potty training has been an issue with us because in order to go to school play in the sandbox or play with the Stop signs (for the bikes), I had to become potty trained since no one can wear pull-ups there. I've NOT been happy about it. I love pull-ups. I never have to stop what I'm doing in order to go to the bathroom. Who wants to stop building the world's largest buildings to take care of that kind of business? Not me! It ruins my creativity when I have to stop. When I return, I don't know what I was doing and I have to think about it so much that usually I give up and just clean the whole thing up.
It happened today. I was building with my lil' Legos. My mom MADE me stop and go to the bathroom AND take off my night pull-up. (She lets me wear one at night, thank goodness!) This was not pleasing to me but she threatened me as she always does and made me do it. THEN, when I went to the potty I asked for privacy. Who should have to ask? She should know better. Well, I could see her shadow just around the corner. So I taught her a lesson, I threw my pull-up at her, which I had worn during the night and told her "go way." That'll teach her!
Lately, I've really been enjoying food. Food can be so many things. Take a few bites of toast and bam, you have a boat. Take a few more bites and you get a ga-ga. (otherwise known as heli-opter) The other day, I made a digger with my mouth. My spaghetti would do in first, I'd chew, then I'd use my tongue to push it back out. It went all the way to the floor, in a pile. This was amazing. It was just like a digger, scooping things up and then dumping them out. You can imagine my mother's response -- utter amazement at my brilliant mind. Please! Good mother's respond that way. Conversely, my mom didn't appreciate my creativity. She gave me a time out. She was so mean, she didn't let me be a digger again AND she made me eat my spaghetti. Something about having just mopped the floor...this is child cruelty!
Also annoying is the whole toast issue. I LOVE toast with butter. But my mom puts the butter on the toast and it MELTS. I can't see it again. I don't want the butter to melt. So I cry. And she lets me. I flop on the seat and she still doesn't care. I screamed, "I don't want the butter to melt!" and she didn't fix it. I want Mimi or Grammy back. THEY understand me. They would have made the butter not melt; I know it.
Later,
Lil' e
Potty training has been an issue with us because in order to go to school play in the sandbox or play with the Stop signs (for the bikes), I had to become potty trained since no one can wear pull-ups there. I've NOT been happy about it. I love pull-ups. I never have to stop what I'm doing in order to go to the bathroom. Who wants to stop building the world's largest buildings to take care of that kind of business? Not me! It ruins my creativity when I have to stop. When I return, I don't know what I was doing and I have to think about it so much that usually I give up and just clean the whole thing up.
It happened today. I was building with my lil' Legos. My mom MADE me stop and go to the bathroom AND take off my night pull-up. (She lets me wear one at night, thank goodness!) This was not pleasing to me but she threatened me as she always does and made me do it. THEN, when I went to the potty I asked for privacy. Who should have to ask? She should know better. Well, I could see her shadow just around the corner. So I taught her a lesson, I threw my pull-up at her, which I had worn during the night and told her "go way." That'll teach her!
Lately, I've really been enjoying food. Food can be so many things. Take a few bites of toast and bam, you have a boat. Take a few more bites and you get a ga-ga. (otherwise known as heli-opter) The other day, I made a digger with my mouth. My spaghetti would do in first, I'd chew, then I'd use my tongue to push it back out. It went all the way to the floor, in a pile. This was amazing. It was just like a digger, scooping things up and then dumping them out. You can imagine my mother's response -- utter amazement at my brilliant mind. Please! Good mother's respond that way. Conversely, my mom didn't appreciate my creativity. She gave me a time out. She was so mean, she didn't let me be a digger again AND she made me eat my spaghetti. Something about having just mopped the floor...this is child cruelty!
Also annoying is the whole toast issue. I LOVE toast with butter. But my mom puts the butter on the toast and it MELTS. I can't see it again. I don't want the butter to melt. So I cry. And she lets me. I flop on the seat and she still doesn't care. I screamed, "I don't want the butter to melt!" and she didn't fix it. I want Mimi or Grammy back. THEY understand me. They would have made the butter not melt; I know it.
Later,
Lil' e
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Back to School and Other Thoughts -- Big E
Another thing that is completely bothering me is that I had to take down my fort in my room. For the last month, I've had a fort over my bed. It's protection from all others, so I can be alone and stay alone. Well, my Mom and Dad are putting our house up for sale so someone will buy it. So, they made me take down my fort. I just want someone to offer us money so I can put my fort up again. Can someone do it already????
I'm very excited to move. My parents have told me that I don't have to change schools. I better not! Since I've lived in this house my whole life, I'm extremely excited to move. I'm going to really miss my tree, though. I have a spider friend in the tree. We hang out together. Her on her beautiful, HUGE web and me in the tree. She's a orb weaver spider. She has lots of family members. They have taken over our pine tree. I don't climb the pine tree. It hurts. But our Liquid Amber is a perfect climbing tree. I'm going to miss it. I've been climbing it since I was four years old.
I'm going to miss my neighbors, Jim, Flo and Dorothy. I love visiting them, especially because they are always so glad to see me. It's going to be different moving. Two of my best friends, who were my neighbors, moved away two years ago and I was very sad. I want to move like they did. But I guess there are a lot of unanswered questions, like where we're going to live. My parents have been discussing whether they have enough money to buy a new house. I told them I have $400.00 in the bank that they can use. I've been saving it for six years now. Both Lil' e and I have a savings account.
Of course! As if MY mom would let me spend all my birthday and Christmas money! Please! She ALWAYS makes me save some and even give some away. Last year a bought a goat for a family at Christmas. I guess that wasn't so bad. It still makes me mad that I HAVE to do it. As if I wouldn't want to give some of my own money away without her telling me.
I've gotta go. I need my alone time before Lil' e figures out I'm home and available.
Love,
Big E
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
appy Birt'day to you, Daddy -- Lil e
We had the greatest birthday celebration, yet. In the morning, real early, Issy and I burst into the garage, where my dad was sleeping because Mimi and Papa were sleeping in his bed, and sang "Appy Birt'day to you, 'Appy Birt'day to you" at the top of our lungs. We gave him our cards that we had made with Mimi. Eventually, he got up and treated US to chocolate chip pancakes. My mom refused to join us, claiming she was too tired and needed more sleep.
Of course, she did get up at some point and my dad left. I couldn't find him, "Where's 'appy birt'day?" I asked my mom. She let me know he was at church so I knew he would come back. I was just glad I didn't have to go and be left behind. You see, they have no feelings and it makes me anxious. I hang onto my Mommy's neck crying and screaming, "No. No. Don't go." only to have her pry my arms off her neck and my legs off her body by another worker. She walks out telling me that she'll be back. She always does come back, with my Dad, but sometime you never know, she might not. But I digress, back to my dad's birt'day.
Later, after my dad returned from church, Issy and I celebrated him again. Issy told him, "Close your eyes." He closed his eyes. She sang "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you" before leaping into his arms and giving him a big hug. Of course, I had to follow that act. Anything she can do, I can do bigger AND better.
I told him, "Cloz your eye." Then I sang to him, "Appy Birt'day to you, 'Appy Birt'day to you." Finally, with his eyes closed, I sprang onto him and hit him in the head with my glow stick. He was so surprised, he jolted up with a laugh and rubbed his head. It was so funny, I almost fell over on the floor. WAYY better than Issy's surprise.
At the end of the day, I helped Mommy make a yellow cake with chocolate frosting, his favorite. She tried to jip me out of some dough but I wouldn't let her. I demanded a bowl with dough. Daddy got one too, enjoying it before our dinner.
I wish birthdays were everyday! We had a good one.
Tomorrow is my first day of school. I get to play in the sand AND on the bike.
Later,
Lil' e
Of course, she did get up at some point and my dad left. I couldn't find him, "Where's 'appy birt'day?" I asked my mom. She let me know he was at church so I knew he would come back. I was just glad I didn't have to go and be left behind. You see, they have no feelings and it makes me anxious. I hang onto my Mommy's neck crying and screaming, "No. No. Don't go." only to have her pry my arms off her neck and my legs off her body by another worker. She walks out telling me that she'll be back. She always does come back, with my Dad, but sometime you never know, she might not. But I digress, back to my dad's birt'day.
Later, after my dad returned from church, Issy and I celebrated him again. Issy told him, "Close your eyes." He closed his eyes. She sang "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you" before leaping into his arms and giving him a big hug. Of course, I had to follow that act. Anything she can do, I can do bigger AND better.
I told him, "Cloz your eye." Then I sang to him, "Appy Birt'day to you, 'Appy Birt'day to you." Finally, with his eyes closed, I sprang onto him and hit him in the head with my glow stick. He was so surprised, he jolted up with a laugh and rubbed his head. It was so funny, I almost fell over on the floor. WAYY better than Issy's surprise.
At the end of the day, I helped Mommy make a yellow cake with chocolate frosting, his favorite. She tried to jip me out of some dough but I wouldn't let her. I demanded a bowl with dough. Daddy got one too, enjoying it before our dinner.
I wish birthdays were everyday! We had a good one.
Tomorrow is my first day of school. I get to play in the sand AND on the bike.
Later,
Lil' e
Monday, September 6, 2010
Zoo, then Alone -- Big E
This is a Mom and Baby Giraffe. They were at the San Diego Zoo.
This is an AMAZING BIRD. So beautiful, AND big. It's a Secretary bird, in the elephant odyssey.
Look closely, can you see what is beside the Lily Pad?
I'm up in the air, riding the thing that goes across the zoo and you can look down. We only got to ride ONCE, a BIG disappointment. Decision made by you-know-who.
We made a fabulous trip down to the San Diego Zoo. The only thing on my mind to see-- a salamander. Would you believe that they only have ONE tank with them? We waited and waited and waited but we never saw it. Their absence and disrespect to viewers may be the reason they only have one. Salamanders can go on both land and water, staying under water for long periods of time. I was disappointed but made the best of the day. The giraffes were soo very cool, second best to the Lemonade Icee I got to eat for dinner. My third favorite animal was the komodo dragon. It was asleep, the best way to look at it. I would've been scared had it been up and awake. Seeing all the animals was great, especially when we got to ride in the cart in the air. I saw the gorillas running around below me. It was very fun. Lil' e and I tried to get my mom to take us on the ride again but she wouldn't negotiate. She said something about being late and needing to get home...who needs sleep? I never sleep. I told her I could drive for her but she didn't go for it. So, we only traveled across once.
After the zoo, we spent a couple days at home before she, well, they, abandoned me and Lil' e. My Mom and my Dad left us with Mimi and Papa to go on their very first trip alone for my entire life. They went to Maui, for eight days. It looked like a long ways away on the map. I think there may only be people vacationing there. I don't think anyone lives on the island itself. It looks too small or something. Besides, how would anyone get there to live? Every night, I asked them what they saw. One day, they swam with sharks and saw a white tip reef shark. Almost everyday they saw spotted eagle rays. Lil' e and I watched one of my shark dvds. (When I was little I LOVED sharks and probably have every shark dvd ever made). Anyways, when we saw the shark video, we saw some of the animals they saw. It was cool.
I really wished they would've been here to see all the Orb Weaving Spiders make their webs. We have a family of them living in our trees. Before you feel to bad for me being left by my parents, let me remind you who I was with -- Mimi and Grandpa. Do you know what this means? It means daily bike rides with Grandpa, daily trips to Wild Berry yogurt (do you think MY parents take me there? PLEASE! maybe once every three months.), daily packages full of surprises because my parents felt guilty about leaving us so they filled bags with lots of goodies, AND a special trip to see my cousins in Santa Barbara. We didn't miss them, well at least not very much. Lil' e even got upset when Mimi said she wasn't coming back down to visit just yet. He wants Mimi back. I want Mimi AND Grandpa back.
I'm hoping my Grammy comes out soon because you know where she likes to take me, Baskins and Robbins. I'm hoping at least sometime soon I'll get to go out for ice cream or frozen yogurt. No luck without visitors.
I'm off for some alone time,
Big E
After the zoo, we spent a couple days at home before she, well, they, abandoned me and Lil' e. My Mom and my Dad left us with Mimi and Papa to go on their very first trip alone for my entire life. They went to Maui, for eight days. It looked like a long ways away on the map. I think there may only be people vacationing there. I don't think anyone lives on the island itself. It looks too small or something. Besides, how would anyone get there to live? Every night, I asked them what they saw. One day, they swam with sharks and saw a white tip reef shark. Almost everyday they saw spotted eagle rays. Lil' e and I watched one of my shark dvds. (When I was little I LOVED sharks and probably have every shark dvd ever made). Anyways, when we saw the shark video, we saw some of the animals they saw. It was cool.
I really wished they would've been here to see all the Orb Weaving Spiders make their webs. We have a family of them living in our trees. Before you feel to bad for me being left by my parents, let me remind you who I was with -- Mimi and Grandpa. Do you know what this means? It means daily bike rides with Grandpa, daily trips to Wild Berry yogurt (do you think MY parents take me there? PLEASE! maybe once every three months.), daily packages full of surprises because my parents felt guilty about leaving us so they filled bags with lots of goodies, AND a special trip to see my cousins in Santa Barbara. We didn't miss them, well at least not very much. Lil' e even got upset when Mimi said she wasn't coming back down to visit just yet. He wants Mimi back. I want Mimi AND Grandpa back.
I'm hoping my Grammy comes out soon because you know where she likes to take me, Baskins and Robbins. I'm hoping at least sometime soon I'll get to go out for ice cream or frozen yogurt. No luck without visitors.
I'm off for some alone time,
Big E
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Come, Mimi and Papa! - Lil' e
Mimi and Papa are coming to see me. However, I want to go back to their house. Every day I ask to go on an airplane. We have lots that fly over our house. My mom tells me it's too late to get on them because they're already flying. Still, she hasn't taken me to get on a different airplane. It makes me sad. When I think of all the cars they have and all the dirt, it just makes me want to lay on the floor and say, "NO!!!!!"
I'm glad Mimi is coming. She makes great pancakes, even better than my dad. She also plays the best games with me AND does puzzles. She even plays with me when Issy isn't around, which I like. Issy and Mommy can cramp my style "lil' bit." I like to be free to make messes, Mimi lets me do that. Then there is Papa. He plays catch with me. Someday I'm going to be a smokejumper like him. I even told my mom. Being the WAY over-the-top teacher that she is, immediately got a book from the library for me to read about smokejumpers. I LOVE airplanes, helicopters, fire and jumping! I'm going to be a great smokejumper, just like Papa. If only I had a forest so I could know what one is...
This picture is of my cat, Oedipus. She has gotten me in some real trouble lately. She keeps biting me. My mom says it isn't biting because she doesn't draw blood or leave a mark. She tells me that Oedipus is warning me. But I know what I feel -- she's biting me!! She bites me when I do things like, use her as a pillow or pull her tail. I get that she doesn't like it but she doesn't need to bite. That's what my mom keeps telling me anyways. She tells me I need to stop biting and use my words. My mom doesn't know that I'm part animal and have to bite when I don't get my way. I've even started biting people outside of my family. My friend, Bree didn't want me to have Issy's pillow. That made me mad! So, she got bit. She didn't want to be my friend anymore. But maybe she'll like me when we play "happy day" on the hammick or climb on the slide...things where we can both get our way. The thing that bugs me so much is that my mom has such high expectations...if Oedipus, who is 12 bites, how can I, a mere 2 year 8 month old, be expected not to bite? She has such high expectations. I'm going to need some serious therapy when I get older!
Later,
Lil e
P.S. if smokejumping doesn't work out, I'm going to be a rapper. You should see my MAD moves. I even yell and scream when my mom changes the radio station from hip hop...who wants to listen to country? Please! We're in the city again...hip hop only!!!
I'm glad Mimi is coming. She makes great pancakes, even better than my dad. She also plays the best games with me AND does puzzles. She even plays with me when Issy isn't around, which I like. Issy and Mommy can cramp my style "lil' bit." I like to be free to make messes, Mimi lets me do that. Then there is Papa. He plays catch with me. Someday I'm going to be a smokejumper like him. I even told my mom. Being the WAY over-the-top teacher that she is, immediately got a book from the library for me to read about smokejumpers. I LOVE airplanes, helicopters, fire and jumping! I'm going to be a great smokejumper, just like Papa. If only I had a forest so I could know what one is...
This picture is of my cat, Oedipus. She has gotten me in some real trouble lately. She keeps biting me. My mom says it isn't biting because she doesn't draw blood or leave a mark. She tells me that Oedipus is warning me. But I know what I feel -- she's biting me!! She bites me when I do things like, use her as a pillow or pull her tail. I get that she doesn't like it but she doesn't need to bite. That's what my mom keeps telling me anyways. She tells me I need to stop biting and use my words. My mom doesn't know that I'm part animal and have to bite when I don't get my way. I've even started biting people outside of my family. My friend, Bree didn't want me to have Issy's pillow. That made me mad! So, she got bit. She didn't want to be my friend anymore. But maybe she'll like me when we play "happy day" on the hammick or climb on the slide...things where we can both get our way. The thing that bugs me so much is that my mom has such high expectations...if Oedipus, who is 12 bites, how can I, a mere 2 year 8 month old, be expected not to bite? She has such high expectations. I'm going to need some serious therapy when I get older!
Later,
Lil e
P.S. if smokejumping doesn't work out, I'm going to be a rapper. You should see my MAD moves. I even yell and scream when my mom changes the radio station from hip hop...who wants to listen to country? Please! We're in the city again...hip hop only!!!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Things We'll Miss -- Esquared
Fawns
Tree Frog by the house
Mixie and Bootz
What we really miss already...
KITTENS and CATS
Chocolate Chip Pancakes
Apple Deer Tree and Mamas with fawns
oh, and all the frogs...
Mimi and Papa, too
Chocolate Chip Waffles
And the kittens
Did we mention we miss the kittens?
And Chocolate Chip pancakes with no eggs for breakfast...Thanks, Mimi!
Can't sleep because we need the kitties and we have nothing to wake up to...no chocolate chip pancakes,
Esquared
Things I'll Miss -- Big E
It is really no fair that my Mom got to grow up here. What do I get to see in the city? Nothing! These are the things I'm going to miss...
Kittens chasing my string...
Taking pictures of the sunset...
Clouds. I rarely get to see clouds where I live. How fair is that?
1. Visiting Uncle Rhys and his kitties
2. Kittens
3. Golf Cart Rides
4. Doing gymnastics with Aunt Anna
5. Playing jokes on Mark, Jerry or John
6. Kittens
Pottery Class. I can't wait to get my pottery pieces. This is me on the wheel making a bowl.
Other things I'll miss...1. Visiting Uncle Rhys and his kitties
2. Kittens
3. Golf Cart Rides
4. Doing gymnastics with Aunt Anna
5. Playing jokes on Mark, Jerry or John
6. Kittens
Things I'll Miss -- Lil' E
I've said Good-bye to Mimi and Papa.
I'm sad. I keep asking to go to Mimi and Papa's in the airplane but my parents won't let me. Come, Mimi and Papa!
Snakes, especially when Papa chases them. This is one he put in his bike pack when he found it while riding his bike. It arrived safe and sound. Of course, he returned it where he got it...driving.
Mountains with snow. This is the view from Mimi and Papa's front yard.
Helicopters. Do you see I'm in it!!! I wanted to ride one back home but I had to ride an airplane instead. Maybe next time.
1. Golf Cart Rides
2. Dirt and trucks
3. Mimi
4. Papa
5. Cousins and Uncle Kerby and Aunt Anna
I'm sad. I keep asking to go to Mimi and Papa's in the airplane but my parents won't let me. Come, Mimi and Papa!
Riding Lawn Mowers with Papa
Other things I'll miss...1. Golf Cart Rides
2. Dirt and trucks
3. Mimi
4. Papa
5. Cousins and Uncle Kerby and Aunt Anna
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
It Spiked Me! -- Big E
Caterpillar that spiked me. It hurt.
Building a caterpillar home for our new temporary pet
Don't eat my kittens! Our resident golden eagles were making their rounds right over our house. I made sure no kittens were dinner by offering them my arm. Of course, they didn't eat it. But they didn't eat my kitties either.
Me, being very, very brave and petting the bull snake that Papa caught.
Don't misunderstand me. I want to live in the country. I cry every year when I have to leave to go back home. It is not my fault that my parents make me live in a city of a half of million people. I'm so country deprived that when I was five, I asked my mom if the deer were real that were in people's yard. My mom laughed at me then and said, "yes, they are real. What else could they be?" I reminded her of the deer with lights. You know, the ones that are up at Christmas. She laughed even harder. (Are you seeing a pattern here? lack of empathy!)
But I digress. I mastered some fear this week by petting a bull snake that I told my Grandpa he needed to go get. Of course, Grandpa wants me to get the full country experience why I'm here. (He feels sorry for me, too that I have to live in the city.) So he went down the hill to find the bullsnake for Lil' E and me. He's the best.
Doing things for others, reminds me that my Dad, this summer is going to get my Mom an iphone. He is giving her his old one with a cracked face and he's going to buy the new model. He tells me this is great for Mommy! I just can't figure out why Mommy would get the cracked one, when he dropped and broke it and he gets a new one. I'm still working on how that is a gift. It seems like it would be like me giving Lil' E my stuffed animal with the stuffing coming out of it and keeping the two brand new ones I got. I guess this type of gift giving happens when you've been married for thirteen years. I can tell I've got a lot to learn.
I'm off to sleep because I have pottery class in the morning. I'll show pictures soon.
Big E
Monday, August 9, 2010
Daddy, Come! -- Lil' e
My papa caught a bullsnake and let me PET it.
Playin' some morning golf in my pjs
From Mimi and Papa's front lawn...Hot Air Balloon -- Come back!
My dad left me with you-know-who. He has been gone for nine days and I won't see him again for another four. I keep asking him to "Come!" but he says he can't. He has to work. This is disappointing to me. I even cried to make him come back, but he says he can't. So, I don't talk to him on the phone anymore. If he won't come, then I don't want to talk to him. Today, my mom made me talk to him so I just kept hitting the phone. That made her listen. She didn't make me talk to him anymore.
It's not all bad, Issy is sleeping in the bed with Mommy, which is in my room. We have family snuggle time and it is soo fun!! I wish my Mom (I'm sort of outgrowing Mommy, but sometimes I still use it.) would let me sleep with her but of course it is against her nature...it would be fun. She's really against anything that's fun. Well except for playing in the dirt with me, tickling me, chasing me, playing golf with me, and reading me stories, but other than that, she's really awful to be around. Puts me in time-outs all the time.
In fact, she wouldn't even let me go outside for the rest of the day after I bit her for the third time today. What kind of mom is that? Please, doesn't she know that the kittens are biting me after I've been holding them too long. Of course, I'm going to bite her when I'm frustrated. The kittens are being bad models to me. I really can't help it. She's got to get a grip on what it means to be a two and a half year old. We're so susceptible to influence...like the kittens biting me, I HAVE to do it to someone else.
This potty training thing is really over-the-top. I do NOT want to sit on the potty. No M&M's, no ice cream, no pieces of chocolate make me want to sit on the potty. Who wants to stop what they are doing to go use the toilet? No one that I know. Going poop is WAY easier if I'm running around, being crazy and it just happens. It just doesn't happen when I'm on the potty. It takes way too much concentration, not to mention the lack of privacy. Who needs it? I'm on strike -- NO MORE POTTY TRAINING!!! I won't go poop until I get a diaper. Period.
Later,
Lil' E
Friday, August 6, 2010
Why does my hand have to hurt? -- Big E
Yes, I burned the tips of my fingers AND they blistered. Made water bubble under my skin. I couldn't practice my handstand or any gymnastics move for four days. It hurt for days.
Then, just when it was feeling much better and my handstands were returning to vertical, a sliver found itself wedged between my skin and my fingernail. Yes, the sliver broke off. Yes, it broke my fingernail. Yes, it hurts AND still hurts even though it happened 12 hours ago. Luckily, the sliver (2 cm long) didn't completely break off when my mom was getting it with the tweezers and it came out.
HOWEVER, my mom pulled too fast! She made it hurt worse. She didn't tell me she was going to pull so fast. She should have gone slower. All day, I haven't been able to figure out why she pulled it out so fast and now she's stopped answering me. I can't believe she won't at least tell me why she did it so fast. She could at least confess that she was wrong and she's sorry she made it hurt worse. But no, not her. She has too much pride to say she's sorry. In fact, she's so defensive she won't even talk about it any more.
What kind of role model is she? I'm not going to answer her when she asks me why I'm kicking my brother. Or why I'm pushing him away from my stuff. She's going to find that I have nothing to say. So, I won't get in trouble for not answering because she's not answering me.
I can't wait until I see my daddy again. He went back to work and we're stuck here with Mom. At least she bought me something when we went shopping today...origami bookmarks...that's pretty cool. But she wouldn't let me buy a homemade peanut butter cup at the candy shop...it was so lame because we went there yesterday for ice cream so it's not like we'd been there today. I couldn't believe she wouldn't let me. I'm definitely going to tell Daddy about this. He's going to talk to her...after all, it's his money. He's the one who works.
Holding out for chocolate...
Big E
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Kitty, Come Out! -- Lil' e
I am having a very difficult time potty training my mommy. She will not get it into her head that diapers are more comfortable than sitting on the potty. Who wants to sit on the potty when your bottom gets read and it's uncomfortable? I don't for sure. She thinks she can give me M&M's to balance out my feeling uncomfortable on the potty. She's wrong! AND she doesn't listen to me. So, to make sure she really got it, I threw the M&M's at her and ran behind my bed where she couldn't reach me. Of course, she used the major power play of "you have to stay in your room and not go outside" to make me sit on the potty but I REFUSED to eat her M&M's. That will show her!
I can't wait for tomorrow....more digging, digging, digging in the dirt AND kitty chasing, of course!
Later,
Lil' e
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