It's Christmas eve and we have two very differing opinions on the subject.
Sophie is having the traditional Christmas conniption fit. She's excited. She's having meltdowns. She's writing a Christmas list. She's 210% committed to the spirit.
Ava, on the other hand, is channeling the Grinch. We don't know why, but Ava DOES NOT LIKE SANTA!!!
Here's a quick summation of her recent thoughts on the subject:
On leaving a snack for Santa...
"Santa not hungry!" A few minutes later she tried to eat Santa's cookies.
On stockings...
She said nothing, just pulled them all down...twice.
On going to bed so Santa can come...
"I NOT tired! Santa tired!!!!"
And finally...
"Santa hit me!"
Ho ho ho...Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
The Poop Trampoline
We have made amazing progress on the poop front. Sophie is still a holder, still has to have Miralax every day, and still has "scrats" (her coined term for a skid) in her undies pretty regularly, but we are otherwise done with the insanity. She poops (and pees) on the potty. She almost never has real accidents. I feel like a new woman.
She even tells us when she has to go when we're not at home. Today we were at the beach cafe and she peed before we headed back to the sand. Then, about 4 minutes later, she told me she had to go again...
Sophie: I gotta go!
Me: Okay. Do you have to go poo poo?
Sophie: I do. It keeps going back up and then coming back down.
Me: And now it's time to head to the potty because it needs to come out.
Sophie: Well not right now. When I get to the potty.
Me: Right.
Sophie: But I wonder why it keeps going up and down. Maybe it's just jumping on a trampoline.
Yes. A little, fecal trampoline.
She even tells us when she has to go when we're not at home. Today we were at the beach cafe and she peed before we headed back to the sand. Then, about 4 minutes later, she told me she had to go again...
Sophie: I gotta go!
Me: Okay. Do you have to go poo poo?
Sophie: I do. It keeps going back up and then coming back down.
Me: And now it's time to head to the potty because it needs to come out.
Sophie: Well not right now. When I get to the potty.
Me: Right.
Sophie: But I wonder why it keeps going up and down. Maybe it's just jumping on a trampoline.
Yes. A little, fecal trampoline.
The Dark Master
We are in Hawaii for two weeks and let me say that it is completely awesome. It's warm and sunny and the kids are exhausted at the end of every day. I never want to go home.
The day before yesterday we were on the beach and Sophie made a friend. They played for a long time, and toward the end, KC and Ava joined in...
KC: (running after them with Ava in tow) I'm going to get you!
Friend: (running) The monster is coming!
Sophie: (running and doing some air fencing with her makeshift sword) Yeah! And The Dark Master is with him!!
Ava is "The Dark Master."
KC and I think the name is sort of fitting. Last night she got a time out after walking up to Sophie and smacking her, open palmed, on the forehead. (Let the record stand that Sophie was laying on the couch, watching TV and minding her own business.) Who knows why she did it. And she wasn't even particularly upset about being carted off to her bedroom. She just stood there and waited for KC to pick her up like, Yeah...I smacked the bitch...no pain, no gain.
The Dark Master. She is tiny and fearsome.
The day before yesterday we were on the beach and Sophie made a friend. They played for a long time, and toward the end, KC and Ava joined in...
KC: (running after them with Ava in tow) I'm going to get you!
Friend: (running) The monster is coming!
Sophie: (running and doing some air fencing with her makeshift sword) Yeah! And The Dark Master is with him!!
Ava is "The Dark Master."
KC and I think the name is sort of fitting. Last night she got a time out after walking up to Sophie and smacking her, open palmed, on the forehead. (Let the record stand that Sophie was laying on the couch, watching TV and minding her own business.) Who knows why she did it. And she wasn't even particularly upset about being carted off to her bedroom. She just stood there and waited for KC to pick her up like, Yeah...I smacked the bitch...no pain, no gain.
The Dark Master. She is tiny and fearsome.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
The Christmas Concert and Boogers: Parts II & III
The Christmas Concert
Tonight was Sophie's holiday concert at school. The kindergarteners and first graders sang a series of holiday songs. It was at 7pm in the school cafeteria and the kids were supposed to wear "semi formal attire". It was a big deal.
Sophie was in the second row, just in front of the kids standing on the risers. She was wearing a brand new, very stylish, semi formal outfit and she was psyched.
There were about 7 songs in all, and the first three or so went great. She sang her heart out complete with all of her most earnest "actress" expressions. Then, I looked away for one second, and when I looked back she was crying. She made a valiant effort to get a grip and even sang through her tears, but it just wasn't happening for her. It was like American Idol when someone gets voted off and they're forced to sing "one more time for us". Painful.
I made my way around the back of the crowd and her teacher (who I love) fished her out from the group and handed her over to me...
Me: What's wrong, honey?
Sophie: Noah touched my nose and I did NOT like it!
(Fuckin' Noah. I never actually got to the bottom of what happened, but in fairness to Noah, no one saw any untoward nose touching.)
Me: Well, do you think you can go back up there? You were so great.
Sophie: Yeah, I know.
There's a long pause, then she heaves a great sigh and wipes her eyes on her new, pink, sequined sweater. We take a few deep breaths together and she heads back on stage to finish the concert.
DO NOT TOUCH MADONNA'S NOSE WHILE SHE'S SINGING DON'T EAT A POINSETTIA!
Boogers: Parts II & III
In other news, Ava is still a booger eater...
Part II
(I'm holding Ava and she starts to pick her nose.)
Me: Do you need a tissue?
(She fishes out a booger and looks at it.)
Me: Don't eat that!
(She eats it. Then she smiles at me like satan.)
Ava: Yummy in my tummy!
Part III
(KC is holding Ava and she starts to pick her nose.)
KC: Don't eat that booger.
(Ava holds the booger finger up to him.)
Ava: You want it?
Tonight was Sophie's holiday concert at school. The kindergarteners and first graders sang a series of holiday songs. It was at 7pm in the school cafeteria and the kids were supposed to wear "semi formal attire". It was a big deal.
Sophie was in the second row, just in front of the kids standing on the risers. She was wearing a brand new, very stylish, semi formal outfit and she was psyched.
There were about 7 songs in all, and the first three or so went great. She sang her heart out complete with all of her most earnest "actress" expressions. Then, I looked away for one second, and when I looked back she was crying. She made a valiant effort to get a grip and even sang through her tears, but it just wasn't happening for her. It was like American Idol when someone gets voted off and they're forced to sing "one more time for us". Painful.
I made my way around the back of the crowd and her teacher (who I love) fished her out from the group and handed her over to me...
Me: What's wrong, honey?
Sophie: Noah touched my nose and I did NOT like it!
(Fuckin' Noah. I never actually got to the bottom of what happened, but in fairness to Noah, no one saw any untoward nose touching.)
Me: Well, do you think you can go back up there? You were so great.
Sophie: Yeah, I know.
There's a long pause, then she heaves a great sigh and wipes her eyes on her new, pink, sequined sweater. We take a few deep breaths together and she heads back on stage to finish the concert.
DO NOT TOUCH MADONNA'S NOSE WHILE SHE'S SINGING DON'T EAT A POINSETTIA!
Boogers: Parts II & III
In other news, Ava is still a booger eater...
Part II
(I'm holding Ava and she starts to pick her nose.)
Me: Do you need a tissue?
(She fishes out a booger and looks at it.)
Me: Don't eat that!
(She eats it. Then she smiles at me like satan.)
Ava: Yummy in my tummy!
Part III
(KC is holding Ava and she starts to pick her nose.)
KC: Don't eat that booger.
(Ava holds the booger finger up to him.)
Ava: You want it?
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