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
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