Movie -- Dolphin Tales My Mom would have never found out that I hid the Netflix DVD under my bed unless I told her. I hated sending it back -- I LOVE THIS MOVIE!
Jacket -- my green one that she left at Mimi's because she said it was too small. I want it!
Body Part -- My brain.
lil e: Can I watch Netflix?
Mom: No. You need to play outside.
lil e: I checked in with my brain and it is telling me I need to watch Netflix.
And it just keeps telling me that on different days...
Mom: You need to go play outside.
lil e: Mom, my brain is telling me I need to watch a movie.
I'm waiting for the day she actually lets me use MY brain and not hers.
Thing I Couldn't Live Without Until My Mom Stole It and Made Me Live Without -- My pacifier, it kept my lips on.
Gum -- Trident Layers, any flavor. If I swallow it, I go get another one.
Book -- How the Leopard Got It's Claws -- My Mom made me cry at the library book drop because she made me give this book back. It's my favorite!
Art Medium -- scissors and paper -- I can make almost anything with scissors and paper. If only my Mom took more pictures I could show you them.
Food -- Carrots
App -- Angry Birds
Place to Visit -- Washington with Papa's lawn mower and Mimi's digger...there is also snow. I LOVE snow! Did you know you could eat it as long as it isn't yellow?
Homework -- nothing. I don't like doing homework. Besides what other preschooler does homework? I'm going to be burned out by the time I'm 5. I know that I cried and jumped up and down insisting on getting to take piano lessons like Big E but I had no idea I had to practice using a book and I couldn't lay down on the bench and just reach my hand up there. She obviously doesn't have an appreciation for "tuning in" to the notes.
Later,
lil e
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Why My Mom Makes Me Cry -- lil' e
Eight reasons my Mom makes me cry (this does not count sporadic things that are done to me, only those things that are a pattern)...
1. She throws away boxes. She will not keep any boxes that my toys come in. Or, when she does keep them, she eventually throws them away. This makes me very sad....I really, really like boxes.
2. She takes away my dessert, regularly. I don't get to eat dessert when I hit, bite, or kick Big E. Not very fair. Big E shouldn't need to be protected, she's much older than I am.
3. She took away my green jacket. I don't want my black jacket. Every time I look in my closet, I get sad. My favorite green jacket is gone.
4. She gets rid of clothes and shoes that I once wore. I don't want any of my clothes or shoes to be given away. They are all my favorites and it makes me very sad when I see them in a box going to someone else. I don't want them to leave. I might become a baby again and they would fit.
5. She throws away pieces of paper that I've cut or drawn on. It's bad enough I don't have any baby pictures but what makes it worse is my mom gets rid of all my little papers that I cut from big papers or that I draw on. She throws them away. In the garbage. I can never get them again. Ever. Luckily, I figured out her ways and check the garbage regularly to make sure she doesn't throw anything away.
6. She doesn't let me make dragon soup. I keep asking my mom to make dragon soup with me but she won't. She says I can help her make soup but she can't help me put cookie dough, pumpkin puree, carrots and water into a soup. This makes me sad. She's stifling my creativity! How will I ever do anything great in this world if she doesn't let me experiment with my creations?
7. She doesn't appreciate my need to build things out of anything I want so she destroys my bridges, my cars, my tractors, my roads, etc. without even asking. She tells me that she needs to sit on the couch so I can't take all the cushions for the whole day or all her pillows because she needs them back but she just doesn't get that I need them to stay built. My building ideas are based off what I just built. I need to look at them, even during the night. Again, stifling me! (You see the pattern.)
8. She doesn't let me stand up while we're driving to look at the cars behind us. How does my Mom expect me to see the cars behind us when I can't turn around and look? It's not fair. I even have my seat belt on my legs so I'm strapped in!!! She can be so rigid at times...
Shout out to all my fans reading this. Let me know why your Mom makes you cry.
Later,
lil' e
1. She throws away boxes. She will not keep any boxes that my toys come in. Or, when she does keep them, she eventually throws them away. This makes me very sad....I really, really like boxes.
2. She takes away my dessert, regularly. I don't get to eat dessert when I hit, bite, or kick Big E. Not very fair. Big E shouldn't need to be protected, she's much older than I am.
3. She took away my green jacket. I don't want my black jacket. Every time I look in my closet, I get sad. My favorite green jacket is gone.
4. She gets rid of clothes and shoes that I once wore. I don't want any of my clothes or shoes to be given away. They are all my favorites and it makes me very sad when I see them in a box going to someone else. I don't want them to leave. I might become a baby again and they would fit.
5. She throws away pieces of paper that I've cut or drawn on. It's bad enough I don't have any baby pictures but what makes it worse is my mom gets rid of all my little papers that I cut from big papers or that I draw on. She throws them away. In the garbage. I can never get them again. Ever. Luckily, I figured out her ways and check the garbage regularly to make sure she doesn't throw anything away.
6. She doesn't let me make dragon soup. I keep asking my mom to make dragon soup with me but she won't. She says I can help her make soup but she can't help me put cookie dough, pumpkin puree, carrots and water into a soup. This makes me sad. She's stifling my creativity! How will I ever do anything great in this world if she doesn't let me experiment with my creations?
7. She doesn't appreciate my need to build things out of anything I want so she destroys my bridges, my cars, my tractors, my roads, etc. without even asking. She tells me that she needs to sit on the couch so I can't take all the cushions for the whole day or all her pillows because she needs them back but she just doesn't get that I need them to stay built. My building ideas are based off what I just built. I need to look at them, even during the night. Again, stifling me! (You see the pattern.)
8. She doesn't let me stand up while we're driving to look at the cars behind us. How does my Mom expect me to see the cars behind us when I can't turn around and look? It's not fair. I even have my seat belt on my legs so I'm strapped in!!! She can be so rigid at times...
Shout out to all my fans reading this. Let me know why your Mom makes you cry.
Later,
lil' e
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Why I Cried on My Birthday -- lil' e
Birthdays are not a happy event for me, especially since I'm four. Five, now that is a cool number. I'd be happy to be five. Three. Three is also cool. But, four. very boring. Besides, since I've been four I hear, "No. I won't pick you up and carry you, you're four now. Use your legs." "Go get dressed. You don't need me to do it, you're four." "You can't use your fingers, eat with your fork. Ffffour, Fooork, see they go together." "You can get your shoes on, you're four." My mom thought herself so clever but I know my letters. I told her, "Listen to me, fork, goes with five. I will use my fork when I'm five. I'll be really big."
Listen, four can be cool sometimes. I'm definitely faster. I can catch a ball better and throw FAR! When my mom isn't looking, I jump for four steps instead of three because you know, I'm now four! But, it wasn't like some magical thing happened on my birthday. In fact, tears, big shoulder shaking tears came down as I was told I had to say good-bye to three since I was turning four. They should know to just ignore the fact I'm turning four. I don't need to know that. I can go right on being three and not know the difference. What were they thinking? They know I'm a person who has trouble letting go. I cry every time I need to put on my new black coat and it's been two months! I want my old, green one back. I don't care the arms were too short. I don't care it was hard to get on. I WANT MY GREEN ONE!
I also don't want to get older for my parent's sake as well. They have been great failures. I have no pictures of me as a baby. They tell me there are some but when I ask where they say in the computer waiting to be put in books. I don't believe them. I look around and there are NONE. Big E has lots of pictures I've seen. Where are mine? Listen, I don't want to grow up, I WANT PICTURES! Then there is the hope that I will be a girl. I don't know how those fish at the aquarium go from being boys to girls and back again but I want to do that and the longer I'm walking, the more complicated it gets.
When you see me, please tell me I'm three.
Later,
lil' e
Listen, four can be cool sometimes. I'm definitely faster. I can catch a ball better and throw FAR! When my mom isn't looking, I jump for four steps instead of three because you know, I'm now four! But, it wasn't like some magical thing happened on my birthday. In fact, tears, big shoulder shaking tears came down as I was told I had to say good-bye to three since I was turning four. They should know to just ignore the fact I'm turning four. I don't need to know that. I can go right on being three and not know the difference. What were they thinking? They know I'm a person who has trouble letting go. I cry every time I need to put on my new black coat and it's been two months! I want my old, green one back. I don't care the arms were too short. I don't care it was hard to get on. I WANT MY GREEN ONE!
I also don't want to get older for my parent's sake as well. They have been great failures. I have no pictures of me as a baby. They tell me there are some but when I ask where they say in the computer waiting to be put in books. I don't believe them. I look around and there are NONE. Big E has lots of pictures I've seen. Where are mine? Listen, I don't want to grow up, I WANT PICTURES! Then there is the hope that I will be a girl. I don't know how those fish at the aquarium go from being boys to girls and back again but I want to do that and the longer I'm walking, the more complicated it gets.
When you see me, please tell me I'm three.
Later,
lil' e
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
8 Things to Do with a Pencil -- lil' e
8 Things to Do with a Pencil...
Number One -- Get green playdoh off my shoe sole after stomping killing my "playdoh'ed frog."
Number Two -- Pick my nose and pretend 'it' just went there...(I couldn't control it)
Number Three -- Chase Big E around while yelling, "I'm going to get your eye."
Number Four -- Draw on my Mom's cookbook, "It needed some more dec'ration."
Number Five -- Make new designs on my boring, white door because "It needed some more dec'ration."
Number Six -- Sing into it like a microphone.
Number Seven -- Stick behind your ear because accessories are just cool.
Number Eight -- Make holes in the dirt for a crayon garden 'cause crayons just don't dig very well.
Later,
lil' e
Number One -- Get green playdoh off my shoe sole after stomping killing my "playdoh'ed frog."
Number Two -- Pick my nose and pretend 'it' just went there...(I couldn't control it)
Number Three -- Chase Big E around while yelling, "I'm going to get your eye."
Number Four -- Draw on my Mom's cookbook, "It needed some more dec'ration."
Number Five -- Make new designs on my boring, white door because "It needed some more dec'ration."
Number Six -- Sing into it like a microphone.
Number Seven -- Stick behind your ear because accessories are just cool.
Number Eight -- Make holes in the dirt for a crayon garden 'cause crayons just don't dig very well.
Later,
lil' e
Monday, December 19, 2011
Christmas! -- lil' e
HOW MANY DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS??? Can it be moving any slower? Just when I wake up to think it has finally come, I'm told it's still not here. Baby Jesus must be feeling like it's FOREVER until it's here. Did you know it's His birthday? He must be so excited. It's not clear to me how old he'll be since he's up in heaven but I can't wait to have His cake. At His birthday party, I'm going to dress up like a donkey, at least that's the animal I'm hoping to be.
To help pass the time until Christmas, my Mom has been running me around as if I am a donkey. I think I may be making the trip to Bethlehem as I go from party to party. Luckily, there are lots of nutritional grasses for me -- donuts, sugar cookies, chocolate chip pancakes...the list goes on.
Here's one party where I sang, or was supposed to sing. My sleeve tasted much better than a song.
I really hope this is the way we can pass the time next year. Yesterday, we went on a boat ride to find sea jellies and see the Christmas lights along the canals. I've posted my two favorites -- a Santa face and the Family Griswald house (if you look closely you can see the dad hanging off the house -- how he stay up there?)
I hope Mr. McGregor celebrates Christmas. Maybe he'll finally catch Peter? I can't help but be a little bit disappointed when all those bunnies get away. What can you expect? I have coyote pillows on my couch that my Grandpa and Dad took out (meaning -- killed, bam, no longer). Let me tell you something, though, all other Beatrix Potter books without Mr. McGregor, complete bore. I don't want them in my collection anymore. ONLY MR. MCGREGOR BOOKS!
On that note, I can't wait for Christmas. I hope I get all the things I've been putting on my wish list for the last year. I can't remember a thing on them but every time we go into a store, I let my Mom know all the things I want on my wish list and there are just too many to remember. I will say, I can't wait until one day I can write it down because my Mom tells me she won't write everything. She told me I didn't need baby bouncer, but I told her I could still fit in it and listen to music when she needed me to sit in time out. I'm not holding much hope that made it to the list, but oh well.
Can't wait to go to the snow!!! We've been praying for more -- we've got to make an igloo or I'll be so disappointed. Gotta practice my building technique so off to do Legos.
Later,
lil' e
To help pass the time until Christmas, my Mom has been running me around as if I am a donkey. I think I may be making the trip to Bethlehem as I go from party to party. Luckily, there are lots of nutritional grasses for me -- donuts, sugar cookies, chocolate chip pancakes...the list goes on.
Here's one party where I sang, or was supposed to sing. My sleeve tasted much better than a song.
I really hope this is the way we can pass the time next year. Yesterday, we went on a boat ride to find sea jellies and see the Christmas lights along the canals. I've posted my two favorites -- a Santa face and the Family Griswald house (if you look closely you can see the dad hanging off the house -- how he stay up there?)
I hope Mr. McGregor celebrates Christmas. Maybe he'll finally catch Peter? I can't help but be a little bit disappointed when all those bunnies get away. What can you expect? I have coyote pillows on my couch that my Grandpa and Dad took out (meaning -- killed, bam, no longer). Let me tell you something, though, all other Beatrix Potter books without Mr. McGregor, complete bore. I don't want them in my collection anymore. ONLY MR. MCGREGOR BOOKS!
On that note, I can't wait for Christmas. I hope I get all the things I've been putting on my wish list for the last year. I can't remember a thing on them but every time we go into a store, I let my Mom know all the things I want on my wish list and there are just too many to remember. I will say, I can't wait until one day I can write it down because my Mom tells me she won't write everything. She told me I didn't need baby bouncer, but I told her I could still fit in it and listen to music when she needed me to sit in time out. I'm not holding much hope that made it to the list, but oh well.
Can't wait to go to the snow!!! We've been praying for more -- we've got to make an igloo or I'll be so disappointed. Gotta practice my building technique so off to do Legos.
Later,
lil' e
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Fall Festivities -- Big E
I'm happy to report that this fall has been one of the best ever. Not only do I get to stay home and go to school for most days of the week, but I also get to do lots of gymnastics. I do them in the living room, the dining room, and anywhere large enough to flip my legs into the air. I find it is most convenient to start doing hand stands or cart wheels when it's time to do the dishes or clean up my room. It's hard to argue with someone who explains she can't clean up yet because her coach says she needs to practice her handstands. While I can't completely get away from doing my chores, it does delay the painful reality that I don't have servants so I have to do chores myself.
Speaking of servants, my mom, who I really do enjoy as my teacher most of the time, can be a bit rigid at times. Rigidity can be a real joy killer to someone who has a creative spirit like myself. Her rigidity can even take away my joy about my favorite subject, math. For instance, what is the big deal about always getting the exact answer? Really, is there a big difference between 4250 and 4256? Does it really matter when I'm this close? Or, how about the division problems with remainders? Who needs a remainder? What happened to rounding? Rounding was the IN thing in 2nd grade how can my Mom expect me to throw out this wonderful technique and remember my remainders? Sheesh. Rigidity has really been the downfall of many great people, think past president. At any rate, I hope she isn't on a slow steady decline towards old aged thinking.
Check out my Pictures and Until Next Time,
Big E
Some favorite pictures from the fall:
My floor routine at Level 3 State Championships.
A trip to the Spider Pavilion with my family and Aunt Michelle:
My heart's treasure:
Speaking of servants, my mom, who I really do enjoy as my teacher most of the time, can be a bit rigid at times. Rigidity can be a real joy killer to someone who has a creative spirit like myself. Her rigidity can even take away my joy about my favorite subject, math. For instance, what is the big deal about always getting the exact answer? Really, is there a big difference between 4250 and 4256? Does it really matter when I'm this close? Or, how about the division problems with remainders? Who needs a remainder? What happened to rounding? Rounding was the IN thing in 2nd grade how can my Mom expect me to throw out this wonderful technique and remember my remainders? Sheesh. Rigidity has really been the downfall of many great people, think past president. At any rate, I hope she isn't on a slow steady decline towards old aged thinking.
Check out my Pictures and Until Next Time,
Big E
Some favorite pictures from the fall:
My floor routine at Level 3 State Championships.
A trip to the Spider Pavilion with my family and Aunt Michelle:
My heart's treasure:
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Floor Baby -- lil' e
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
(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
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