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
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
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
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
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