March 30, 2012
* I suck at life when I'm not feeling well and haven't taken but one photo this week as a result. The one shown is from Saturday night. Ugh. I also haven't blogged much.
* My husband is trying to drive me crazy.
* Donut holes are the answer. Lovie adores getting donut holes in the morning at school when one of her little friends brings some in to share. And the other morning I stopped and got some for Lovie to bring in to share (5 holes for $1, 10 holes for $1.99- why not? she only eats 1 hole and she can share the rest. i think this is brilliant and need to thank the mom of her friend who's been doing this). We had no issues at drop off that morning. No reaching for me whilst whining and crunching up her face into a scowl. Heck, I don't even think I got a hug and kiss that morning because she was so proud to walk into the room with a little brown paper bag full of sugar goodness to share.
* We're in deep in to the Why stage. She doesn't specifically say the word "why?" after I tell her something, though. No, instead she repeats the same question over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again until I supply her with an answer that's somehow more acceptable to her.
Example: (During our car rides is when most of this takes place. The girl does not stop talking from the moment we touch the car door handle till the moment we get out of the car.) "Why you stop, Mama?" she'll ask me from the back seat when the car comes to a stop.
She's still rear-facing so she can't see for herself why we're stopped so I tell her why- whether it be that we're at a red light, a stop sign, or if we're stuck in traffic. This particular instance (this week), I had to stop because of the other cars.
She didn't like the answer, apparently, so kept asking over and over over and over and over and over and over and over again "Why you stop, Mama?"
Finally I said, "Because if I don't stop the other cars might hit us."
She replies, "Oh. Cars hit us, mama?"
"No baby girl, but they can."
This morning whilst driving to school she comments (while the car is in motion), "The cars hit us."
I just envision her going to school and telling her teachers that the cars hit us. :)
Or my other favorite lately is that I'm trying to teach her that she can't go and pet and kiss each and every dog she sees and of course that's followed by a million "I go kiss the doggie, Mama?" because telling her No isn't good enough. So I've resorted to telling her that she can only go to a dog when she's with Mama or Daddy because otherwise the dog may bite her. Stupid, stupid me. She's been saying, "The doggie bite me!" and looking all pathetic and holding out her hand ever since.
People are gonna start wondering what kind of care we're providing her!
* Sunday is April. Already. Anyone got any good April Fool's ideas? :)