I'm Three! -- lil' e

I'm finally three but I want to be four. Well, actually I can't wait to be five because five is my favorite number but if I can't be five, I'd like to be four. It is very frustrating to me that my mom won't let me say I'm four. When someone asks me how old I am, I say, "I'm four." She then says, "He's three." I get angry and stomp my foot, furrow my brow and say, "Four!" She then gives some answer that is completely unsatisfying and I have to get all mad and throw down whatever it is I'm holding (even if it's my lollipop, which I loved and then become upset over because I can't continue eating it).

I thought it would be great to highlight some of my favorite and not-so-favorite things about being two. Number 1. Someone stole our house and my parents won't take me back there. I want my old house. I keep telling my mom that I want to go to my old house and she doesn't ever take me there. I miss Jim and Flo. I miss all my toys. I miss being able to sleep in Issy's room. I miss being able to run around in a big circle, getting away from my parents when they were trying to catch me while I was pooping in my underwear and they didn't want me to. I miss all the oranges from the tree in the backyard. I miss having my parent's room right next to me. I basically miss everything about that house. It makes me so sad to think that I will never go back there again. I don't like this new house. I have to walk up stairs and Issy won't let me in her room. Also, there is nowhere for me to run to avoid getting catch in the pooping act, so I've had to resort to standing in front of my bedroom door, not letting anyone inside. Because, as I've said before, who wants to go sit on a potty when it works just as well to be up running around.

Favorite things have been dragons and tigers, especially staying with two hungry dragons that would chase and tickle me. They didn't bite me. They were nice. Then there was the long stay with Mimi and Grandpa where I got to build in the dirt everyday. It was the very best. I didn't need to do anything but dig. I keep asking to go to their house but my parents haven't let me yet. (Are you seeing a pattern?) Then there was the stay with Uncle Cory who has a huge backyard and chickens. He tickles me and basically "gets me." I might need to live with him when I'm older.

Then there's my tractor from Grammy, which I get to drive. Everyday I get to take it up to the mailbox and drive on the sidewalk. I love jumping curves and putting the mail in my trailor. The trips to Chuck'e Cheese were always fabulous, as was I-HOP, which happen only when my Grandpa Del Valle comes into town.

Woof Woof can't be left out of my year review. He has been there for me during everything. He doesn't ever yell at me, doesn't leave me at school all alone, doesn't leave me to sleep by myself, or doesn't take away any of his toys. Woof Woof is essentially the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thank goodness for my friend, Mekdes.

Your four year old,

lil' e

Finally, My Own Room...Sort of -- Big E

We've finally moved into our new house after many, many days of me sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag with my brother next to me, hitting me with his pillow and in my space. lil' e doesn't have good boundaries and I am tired of his stuff touching my stuff. Glinda, Sarafina and Lacy, my stuffed cats,are scared because he is constantly grabbing them when their sleeping on their special pillows. Thank goodness they don't have to go through it anymore. They can now sleep for days without being disturbed, tucked quietly away in my armoire. Thank goodness I finally have my own room now.

Well, sort of. At first, lil' e needed to sleep in my room because he was too scared to be by himself....you know, the dragon in the dark thing. After a few days, he got moved to his own room but now every morning when I wake up, he's come into my room and is sleeping on the floor next to me. I don't like it because he wakes up early and piles his blanket, his pillow, Woof Woof, and everything he can find on top of me. This of course wakes me up. The more I tell him to leave me alone, the more things he finds to pile on top of me. It's so annoying and I can't believe my parents don't protect me from his torture.

This is not what I was told would happened when we moved. I want to sleep on my own! Dragons aren't real and he just needs to get this. It's all because my mom let him listen to his audio books. He should have to sleep with her, not me! At least Oedipus,our cat, understands. She runs under the bed when he comes in. She doesn't want to get hit by Woof Woof or tackled or shot with Lego bullets. She gets it and so I let her sleep on my bed.

Now that we've moved, I was hoping I could be home schooled. I hate getting up for school. I want to start school when I wake up. I also want to be able to do my work during the day and not have homework to do at night. Then there is the issue about my missing library books. This is not going over well with my teacher. What am I supposed to do? I didn't pack. It wasn't my responsibility to know where they are. It's so embarrassing to go to the library and not be able to look for books. I just have to sit in the seat or help someone else pick out books until I can find mine and turn them in. This is so unfair. I can't believe my mom won't home school. I want to learn from her, she's smart, and not some other teacher. Besides, my mom has to work. How cool would that be, to only do school two days a week? Maybe she'll eventually see it my way and realize all the time she'll save by not having to drive me back and forth to school.

All the Best,

Big E

I'm a Dragon -- lil' e

Grrrr! I'm a dragon. I'm staying with other dragons. My favorite, Mr. Mark, he lets me hang on his arm and growl at him without retaliating. Then, when I ask him to, he growls and chases me. I scream at the top of my lungs and hide under my blanket and eventually he goes away. I then find him and we do the whole thing over again. Unless football is on, then dragons don't chase, only watch. The other dragon Mr. Matthew, he's really scary. He growls then roars and then chases with scary eyes. I have to remind him not to bite me. He hasn't yet but if I didn't tell him not to, I think he would. He's that scary looking.

Like any dragon, I need contact with other dragons. You can imagine my fury when my mom didn't put on my dragon story CD while we were driving. She said she didn't have it, she returned it to the library. I cried. I screamed. I shouted, "No!" and "Go get it!" Nothing worked. So, I took more drastic measures. I unbuckled my top buckle and leaned over and opened the door. My mom started screaming, asking me if I switched the lever again, and telling me I could get badly hurt or get someone else hurt if the door swung out and hit another car. This really did not concern me. I wanted the dragon stories on. I wanted her to feel how mad I was and I think she did.

Of course my mom pulled the car over and shut the door, locking it from the inside. What she dosn't know is that I unlocked it again when we got home. She doesn't know that the child-proof locks are for babies. Only babies can't figure out that when this lever on the inside of the door is down, your door won't open when you pull the handle. So that lever needs to be up and your handle will work. I figured that one out and I'm only two. I unlock it everytime -- sometimes I get caught, sometimes I don't. I want my door handle to work. Never know when I need to get out of the car. Who wants to wait to be let out? Not me. That's for babies.

Yesterday, I tried some dragon things with my nose. Some dragons can breathe out fire. I can't do that. So I tried to do other things with my nose (squish it up, spit wet stuff out at Issy, etc). Then, while we were driving, I decided to try something out of the ordinary, something I'd never done before. I took the bandaid on my forehead wound that I just can't help but pick and put it up my nose. At first I stuck the bandaid as far up my nose as I could. Then, I realized my nose isn't as big as a dragon and I tried to use my finger to get it out. But I couldn't get it. So I told my mom because she usually helps me when I can't do something. Well the first thing she did was tell me never to do this again. (As if I couldn't figure that one out.) Then she told me to blow out so I tried but it went farther up my nose. This made me cry and sneeze at the same time. Eventually, I sneezed it out.

Seconds after, I realized it wasn't so bad. It was so cool seeing it come out of my nose as fast as a train. While I'd like to say I'd never do that again, I can't. I just don't know. That train speed thing was cool.

Later,

lil' e

Are we still staying with other people? -- Big E

I have had the best month ever. I've been staying with so many people. First, I slept in my friend, Lauren's house. This turned out to be very fun because I got to sleep on the floor with all my stuffies and be a big sister for lil' e who snuggled next to me because he was scared of dragons.

About the dragons, he doesn't understand they aren't real. He thinks they're in the dark. Poor guy. I try to help him be brave but it doesn't always work. My mom let him listen to "The Stories about Dragons" and it has a story about a man getting stuck in a hole and there are dragons in the dark who say they are going to eat the man when they wake up. This, of course, has scared my brother and he listens to it all the time. I told her she really needs to be more careful about what he listens to and that we should really only be listening to music in the car, not stories. Music never scared anyone.

Anyways, now back to my story. I then got to stay 10 days with my cousins, Austin and Natalie. This really was the best because during the stay I got lots of presents. I even got my own pillows (feather ones, finally!!!), a computer, more Webkinz, and Justice stuff. It was the best! Of course, playing with my cousins was very cool, too. Megan and Emily, my other cousins, came over and we made a huge fort. Lil' e wasn't allowed inside because he would be in the fort, and then with no reason at all, start growling and hitting his head against the pillows that were holding the fort up. This made us all scream and get mad, which of course made him beat his head faster against the pillows, trying to destroy it before Mom caught him. One time, he escaped his time out, fled into the fort again and tried to destroy it while my mom was crawling inside the fort trying to catch him. He was a little bit faster than she was. Her shirt kept getting caught under her knees while crawling so he was able to escape her reach because it was a circle inside. Eventually, he destroyed the fort so she pounced on him and then he got into BIG trouble. We were all frustrated but rebuilt the fort and forgave him later.

We are now staying with our friends, the Hoopers. We're sleeping on the floor all in one room. It's like we're all camping in a tent except for it's warm, we don't have to go potty in the bushes and there are no bears. So, it's a bit better than camping, especially the food.

The Hoopers have two girls so we get to play Barbies and stuffies. I mainly play with my stuffies, (a.k.a. cats that are stuffed animals) and the girls play with the Barbies. They all get along though, the cats and the Barbies, so it all works out.

Another great thing is that when my Mom picks us up from school, we get to go to a bakery and have chocolate chip muffins while I do my homework. This is the best!! My mom never does this in real life, only our babysitter gives us these kinds of treats. (and our grandparents, of course!) Today we're going to go and I'm going to try a different muffin, one with powdered sugar on top. Last time, I got the double chocolate chip one, it was so good. It's cold too so we get hot chocolate with whip cream. I'm kind of hoping we never move into our house. This is really fun. I think I could do it for the rest of my life. Well, at least until I got older and needed more space. We're all just happier living out of suitcases.

Well, there is the issue of my two missing library books and I only have one gymnastics leotard, and I don't have all my other stuffed animals but we can just search through our boxes in storage and get them. It would all really work then.

Until next time,

Big E

Why you eat crab? They happy! lil' e

This is my new tractor. I'm just like Papa and Untle Ctory (Uncle Cory). Woof Woof loves the tractor, too. He gets to ride in the trailor. I'm big. He can't ride in the front.

 

I'm being a worker with my homies Devan and Brig.
 

The kids let me build a fort with them.
 

 

Do you know why black in front? God made it that way. He made these buttons, too.

This Christmas was the best. I got to play with the kids, Auson, Mati, Emi, and Me-an. They let me sit and watch them. They not let me in the fort because I wreck it but they let me watch and follow them around. It was good.

I've been staying with Untle Ctory. He's funny. He tickles me, pushes me down wit pillows and pulls my leg, lots. I wanted him to come back from work and do more wood work in his living room. But he stayed away too long. He's loud with my Daddy, and they pound, do good work.

I do work, too. I got a track-or from Grammy for Christmas. I ride it outside. It not too cold. I rode it every day and could even back up. I chased the chickens even but they ran away. The chickens laid eggs. I got to get the eggs. One was hot, I dropped it. It cracked. The rest not too hot.

My mom, she eats crabs. I asked her, "why you eat crab?"
She said, "Because it's good."
I told her, "The crab happy. Why you eat it?"
She replied, "Well the meat in it is good."
"Why?"
"I don't know why."
"Why you eat the leg. The crab happy."
"This is where the meat is."
I told her, "God made it."
She said, "God made it but it's okay to eat it."
I told her, "I don't eat crab. It happy."
Then I left. I didn't want to watch her eat the crab leg. It was making me sad. The crab be happy.

Tomorrow I leave for California. The trip too long. I don't like to go in the car. I throw up and my tummy always hurt. On the way out here, I told Mommy I needed to throw up and she told me it was because my tummy was hungry. So I threw up on the seat since she wouldn't take me to the bathroom. After that, she led me to the bathroom when I told her my tummy hurt.

We're not going to my old house when we get home. It not mine anymore. I'm not sure where my bed went. We'll be sleeping on the floor with my parents so that's fine with me. I like sleeping with them. It's so cozy.

Happy New Year! Untle Ctory lit fireworks. They so big!

Later,

Lil' e