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

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

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