- I put RP to bed at her normal time last night, and not an hour later I head upstairs to discover that she had a "messy" diaper (and let me tell you, "messy" is an understatement here!). While I was changing her I remarked that she had quite a stinky diaper, to which RP responded, "Mommy, it okay to say diaper 'tinky, but we don't say people are 'tinky. It will hurt their feelings. It will (dramatic pause here...)... hurt their heart." Guess I'm doing something right!
- To follow up on what we do and don't say, RP reminded me once again, "... AND we don't say f***." Sigh - yeah, I've still got some work to do!
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Saturday, July 23, 2011
RP-ism's (Part 2)
Of course after I write the RP-ism's post she has a few more doozies to add last night:
Friday, July 22, 2011
RP-ism's...
Lately many people have referred to my child as a "character," and I have to say that I tend to agree. She is so silly and quite the sponge when it comes to everything, so I thought I would share her latest words of wisdom:
- A few nights ago I had the news on, and they flashed a picture of Casey Anthony on the screen. RP looks at me and said, "Mommy, she a mean yady." My response, "Yes RP, she is a mean lady who did some very bad things." RP then looked at me and replied, "She need go to jail Mommy. She BAD." Now, I'm not sure how RP knew ANY of this, but if a three-year old can see this, why couldn't the jury???
- Getting into the car the other day for gymnastics RP knocked over her Minnie Mouse doll that she had been playing with earlier and left in the car. Without batting an eye she cries, "OH CRAPPPPP!!!" and looks at me with utter disgust that she has to retrieve the doll from under the seat. Yeah, I'll take the blame for that one.
- Yesterday I laid RP down for her nap and headed downstairs to read my new book from the library while she napped. I heard faint moaning from her room a few minutes later, which got louder and louder over the next 90 seconds. The moans then turned into faint little cries of, "Mommy... Mommy..." Before I could respond RP jumps off her bed (I could hear the "thump"), runs into the loft, and peers down at me in the family room. When I ask her why she isn't taking her nap she responds with, "Because I broke me leg Mommy. Can you fix it?" I laughed to myself, put my book down, and met her at the top of the stairs. When I asked her WHICH leg was broken, she had to think for a minute before pointing down at one leg and smiling at me. I ended up having to kiss BOTH shins and knees before they were "fixed" and she could return to bed. Can we say "drama queen?"
- Today while waiting for Papa to pick her up for a day with Nana and Papa RP was driving her pink car around the living room and kitchen. She became agitated with "traffic" and started slamming on the horn of the car, screaming, "OUTTA MY WAY PEOPLE. OUTTA. MY. WAYYYYY!!!" Guess Mommy needs to work on her road-rage coping skills.
I'm sure there are other "gems" that I have forgotten to share, but you get the idea. I hope she never loses her zest for life, her ability to laugh and have a good time, and her uncanny ability to remember everything and learn new things very quickly. That being said, I really hope she decides NOT to share any of these gems with the kids at school... or her teachers!!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Tempermental threes
Let me start by saying this - whomever coined the phrase "terrible two's" clearly had not yet met a three-year old. RP had her moments during the "terrible two's," but I'd take those days over what I am coining the "temperamental three's." Yesterday is a perfect example of WHY.
I had been dying to take RP to the movie theater for her first official movie, so I was delighted to see that Disney had released a new Winnie the Pooh movie, which looked to be PERFECT for the occasion. We got ready and headed over to the theater, and after purchasing the pre-requisite movie theater snacks, we headed into the theater itself. It was already dark in there, and RP wasn't too keen on walking into a big, loud, dark room (they were already playing some of the previews when we got there) but she put on a brave face and went in. We found seats, I gave RP her M&M's, and we sat back to wait for the show to begin.
RP loved the movie and did a great job throughout. A couple of times she got antsy and wanted to sit on my lap, and she made a few comments out loud, but for the most part she really couldn't have been better behaved. When the show was over, we left and I asked RP if she was okay with me heading into one of the department stores (the movie theater is attached to the mall) and she was actually excited about being out and about and getting to walk through the mall.
Along the way we came across a play area that has the little motorized cars that you can sit in and they rock back and forth. I dug three quarters out of my purse (highway robbery in my opinion, but oh well!) and RP proceeded to enjoy her ride in the large pink ice cream truck vehicle she had chosen to check out. After the ride was over she naturally wanted to do it again, and I promised that if she was a good girl in the store we could ride it again when we came out.
Needless to say, RP was NOT a very happy camper about this, and proceeded to let me know throughout the entire store. She tugged on her monkey, whined about stopping to look at stuff, and asked me repeatedly if she could go on the car now. Ugh. When we didn't leave right away she started to cry, and I could see a major temper tantrum brewing and tried to cut it off at the pass, but no matter what I said it seemed to only add fuel to the fire and she soon erupted into full fledged crying, screaming, and stomping her feet. Threats that if she kept it up there would be no car didn't work as she was too worked up to listen, so I picked her up and proceeded to carry her through the store, her screams and cries getting louder and louder.
When we walked past the cars that she was so desperate to ride again she literally started to claw at my shoulder, kick and produce blood-curdling screams at the top of her lungs, letting everyone in the mall KNOW that she was mad and wanted to ride the cars. Thank god I was carrying her because I have no doubt she would have ripped the monkey backpack off her back in an effort to get back to the cars, but I was none too happy about the display she was putting on, especially since she was kicking me and literally screaming in my face.
That walk out of the mall was the longest of my life, but we finally made it outside, where RP declared that we were NOT going bye-bye and that she was riding the cars. Yeah, that didn't happen and she walked to the car (by this point I had to put her down - my arms were killing me from hanging on to her during her tantrum and I was afraid I'd drop her) crying and begging me to go back inside. This lasted all the way home - yes, all the way home in the car, which was also the longest car ride I've ever taken - until I put her in bed, removed every toy and book from her vicinity, and let her know that she needed to take a nap and reset herself before there were more consequences than losing toys and books from her bed. Thank GOD she woke up in a much better mood, but still having some issues with the day.
The kicker of the entire day? When my beautiful little girl, who had to be reminded several times during dinner what it meant to be a good girl at the dinner table, looked at me and asked, "Mommy, why you so grumpy today?" Really, RP" Really? **sigh**
I had been dying to take RP to the movie theater for her first official movie, so I was delighted to see that Disney had released a new Winnie the Pooh movie, which looked to be PERFECT for the occasion. We got ready and headed over to the theater, and after purchasing the pre-requisite movie theater snacks, we headed into the theater itself. It was already dark in there, and RP wasn't too keen on walking into a big, loud, dark room (they were already playing some of the previews when we got there) but she put on a brave face and went in. We found seats, I gave RP her M&M's, and we sat back to wait for the show to begin.
RP loved the movie and did a great job throughout. A couple of times she got antsy and wanted to sit on my lap, and she made a few comments out loud, but for the most part she really couldn't have been better behaved. When the show was over, we left and I asked RP if she was okay with me heading into one of the department stores (the movie theater is attached to the mall) and she was actually excited about being out and about and getting to walk through the mall.
Along the way we came across a play area that has the little motorized cars that you can sit in and they rock back and forth. I dug three quarters out of my purse (highway robbery in my opinion, but oh well!) and RP proceeded to enjoy her ride in the large pink ice cream truck vehicle she had chosen to check out. After the ride was over she naturally wanted to do it again, and I promised that if she was a good girl in the store we could ride it again when we came out.
Needless to say, RP was NOT a very happy camper about this, and proceeded to let me know throughout the entire store. She tugged on her monkey, whined about stopping to look at stuff, and asked me repeatedly if she could go on the car now. Ugh. When we didn't leave right away she started to cry, and I could see a major temper tantrum brewing and tried to cut it off at the pass, but no matter what I said it seemed to only add fuel to the fire and she soon erupted into full fledged crying, screaming, and stomping her feet. Threats that if she kept it up there would be no car didn't work as she was too worked up to listen, so I picked her up and proceeded to carry her through the store, her screams and cries getting louder and louder.
When we walked past the cars that she was so desperate to ride again she literally started to claw at my shoulder, kick and produce blood-curdling screams at the top of her lungs, letting everyone in the mall KNOW that she was mad and wanted to ride the cars. Thank god I was carrying her because I have no doubt she would have ripped the monkey backpack off her back in an effort to get back to the cars, but I was none too happy about the display she was putting on, especially since she was kicking me and literally screaming in my face.
That walk out of the mall was the longest of my life, but we finally made it outside, where RP declared that we were NOT going bye-bye and that she was riding the cars. Yeah, that didn't happen and she walked to the car (by this point I had to put her down - my arms were killing me from hanging on to her during her tantrum and I was afraid I'd drop her) crying and begging me to go back inside. This lasted all the way home - yes, all the way home in the car, which was also the longest car ride I've ever taken - until I put her in bed, removed every toy and book from her vicinity, and let her know that she needed to take a nap and reset herself before there were more consequences than losing toys and books from her bed. Thank GOD she woke up in a much better mood, but still having some issues with the day.
The kicker of the entire day? When my beautiful little girl, who had to be reminded several times during dinner what it meant to be a good girl at the dinner table, looked at me and asked, "Mommy, why you so grumpy today?" Really, RP" Really? **sigh**
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sage advice from a three year old
As RP is getting older, she is becoming more and more aware of how words and actions can impact how someone feels. Okay, so maybe Mommy is helping to drive this, but I have to say that she is a really good listener when it comes to talking about feelings, and today she proved HOW MUCH she has been listening. Today alone, RP "reminded" me of the following "rules:"
1.) While we were eating breakfast I had turned Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on and RP watched intently, even though she had seen the episode at least 50 times. There came a part when Donald Duck got angry about something and said, "Ohhhh phooey!" I laughed and said to RP, "Oh no, Donald is mad. We don't say 'Oh phooey,' do we?" RP very solemnly looked at me and replied, "No Mommy. That is naughty. We don't say, "F---" either." And yes, she said the word, the whole word.
2.) While changing RP's pull-up I remarked that her "diaper was stinky." RP laughed and said, "Mommy stinky!" No, this did NOT make me happy, so I reminded her that we do not say that people are stinky as it can hurt their feelings (clearly we've had this conversation before - I cannot WAIT for her to actually poop on the potty!). RP thought about it for a minute, then told me, "No Mommy, we don't say people are stinky and we don't say, 'Go away!' to them because it will hurt their feelings. We don't hit people. We don't bite. We need to be friends." Pretty much sums it up, don't you think?
3.) While getting ready for bed tonight I told RP that I loved her. She threw her arms around me and told me that she loved me too, then proceeded to ask me when I was going to bed. I let her know that I still had work to do around the house and that I would be going to bed much later than her. She looked sad for a minute then told me that I worked too hard, and that I needed to let her help me so I could go to bed too, because I went to bed entirely too late every night. Even I went, "Awwww...." at that one...
1.) While we were eating breakfast I had turned Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on and RP watched intently, even though she had seen the episode at least 50 times. There came a part when Donald Duck got angry about something and said, "Ohhhh phooey!" I laughed and said to RP, "Oh no, Donald is mad. We don't say 'Oh phooey,' do we?" RP very solemnly looked at me and replied, "No Mommy. That is naughty. We don't say, "F---" either." And yes, she said the word, the whole word.
2.) While changing RP's pull-up I remarked that her "diaper was stinky." RP laughed and said, "Mommy stinky!" No, this did NOT make me happy, so I reminded her that we do not say that people are stinky as it can hurt their feelings (clearly we've had this conversation before - I cannot WAIT for her to actually poop on the potty!). RP thought about it for a minute, then told me, "No Mommy, we don't say people are stinky and we don't say, 'Go away!' to them because it will hurt their feelings. We don't hit people. We don't bite. We need to be friends." Pretty much sums it up, don't you think?
3.) While getting ready for bed tonight I told RP that I loved her. She threw her arms around me and told me that she loved me too, then proceeded to ask me when I was going to bed. I let her know that I still had work to do around the house and that I would be going to bed much later than her. She looked sad for a minute then told me that I worked too hard, and that I needed to let her help me so I could go to bed too, because I went to bed entirely too late every night. Even I went, "Awwww...." at that one...
Monday, July 11, 2011
Can't Smile Without You!
Lately RP has become incredibly creative in her attempts to NOT go to bed at night. Sure, she still tries the "Mommy, I have a stinky diaper" (I swear she waits until she is IN the diaper to do this, just so she has a reason to call me upstairs at night!) and the "I need a 'nuggle," but as she has gotten older, and as the sun is out longer at night, she has become very adept at keeping herself entertained, literally for HOURS past her bedtime.
Case in point: Last night I came upstairs about 30 minutes after putting RP to bed to change her night-time pull-up. Five minutes after that, and right before I was headed back downstairs, she needed a snuggle, and I gladly complied. An HOUR later I heard her up in her room, happily "reading" to herself, and I yelled up the stairs that she needed to get to bed... now. After about five minutes of silence, I heard a little voice singing "Little Bo Peep" in her room, which was then followed by "Twinkle, Twinkle" and "ABC's." It was cute and I chuckled quietly, all the while getting ready to come upstairs and let RP know that it was time to get back to bed once and for all, when she appeared at the gate in her doorway and began singing Barry Manilow's "Can't Smile Without You" at the top of her lungs.
Yep - I laughed out loud. I have to say that she got about 75% of the words right and she was singing it with all the emotion her little body could muster at 9:00 at night. I'm a huge Manilow fan and just went with my BFF last weekend out to Vegas to see his show, so the timing of her little concert couldn't have been more perfect. I have been singing this song to her since she came home, and it is actually in one of the montage videos I put together of our first year as a family, so it makes my heart happy that this song is obviously one that brings joy to her little heart as well.
Now, if I could only get that joyful heart to go to bed in the evenings!!!
Case in point: Last night I came upstairs about 30 minutes after putting RP to bed to change her night-time pull-up. Five minutes after that, and right before I was headed back downstairs, she needed a snuggle, and I gladly complied. An HOUR later I heard her up in her room, happily "reading" to herself, and I yelled up the stairs that she needed to get to bed... now. After about five minutes of silence, I heard a little voice singing "Little Bo Peep" in her room, which was then followed by "Twinkle, Twinkle" and "ABC's." It was cute and I chuckled quietly, all the while getting ready to come upstairs and let RP know that it was time to get back to bed once and for all, when she appeared at the gate in her doorway and began singing Barry Manilow's "Can't Smile Without You" at the top of her lungs.
Yep - I laughed out loud. I have to say that she got about 75% of the words right and she was singing it with all the emotion her little body could muster at 9:00 at night. I'm a huge Manilow fan and just went with my BFF last weekend out to Vegas to see his show, so the timing of her little concert couldn't have been more perfect. I have been singing this song to her since she came home, and it is actually in one of the montage videos I put together of our first year as a family, so it makes my heart happy that this song is obviously one that brings joy to her little heart as well.
Now, if I could only get that joyful heart to go to bed in the evenings!!!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Catching up with RP
It's been a while since I've posted, which should be some indication of how busy (or at least crazy!) things have been around here lately. RP is now half-way through her first session in gymnastics and she absolutely loves it. Some days she does better than others in the class, but she always seems to have a ball and is still pretty fearless about tackling new activities. MY heart cringes when she jumps up on the balance beam or tries to do a cartwheel by herself, but she throws her all into each activity and always comes out of class smiling!
Last weekend RP spent the weekend with Nana and Papa so I could make a quick, 36-hour trip to Vegas with her godmother (and my best friend!) to celebrate our 40th birthdays, along with a host of other good news each of us has had over the last two years (RP's adoption for me, and no HD for her - life is GOOD!). I missed her while I was gone but she had a blast with Nana and Papa and was a little chatter bug on the phone each time I called. I came back from Vegas just in time to celebrate Independence Day with RP, Nana, and Papa and we had a great day - squirt gun fights during the day and watching the fireworks that night. Given RP's new-found fear of dinosaurs (and some evenings the dark) I was a little concerned that she wouldn't like the fireworks, but she loved staying up late and being out in the dark, and she "oohhh'd" and "aaahhh'd" like an old pro during the display, falling asleep mid-sentence 7 minutes after getting in the car!
The last few days RP has been out-of-pocket of sorts for a variety of reasons, and I'm not really sure why. Whenever she doesn't get her way she starts to jump up and down, "fake" cry, and flail her arms about, getting louder and louder if you let her. She KNOWS that this behavior is unacceptable, she KNOWS that it isn't going to work, and she KNOWS that the only purpose this display can achieve is to get her into trouble... yet she does it anyway. Luckily these attempts have only been half-hearted, more to get attention than anything else, and she stops when she knows Mommy isn't happy with it, but yet the next time she hears the word "no" she tries it again. Weird... and hopefully a stage we'll soon be through.
Last weekend RP spent the weekend with Nana and Papa so I could make a quick, 36-hour trip to Vegas with her godmother (and my best friend!) to celebrate our 40th birthdays, along with a host of other good news each of us has had over the last two years (RP's adoption for me, and no HD for her - life is GOOD!). I missed her while I was gone but she had a blast with Nana and Papa and was a little chatter bug on the phone each time I called. I came back from Vegas just in time to celebrate Independence Day with RP, Nana, and Papa and we had a great day - squirt gun fights during the day and watching the fireworks that night. Given RP's new-found fear of dinosaurs (and some evenings the dark) I was a little concerned that she wouldn't like the fireworks, but she loved staying up late and being out in the dark, and she "oohhh'd" and "aaahhh'd" like an old pro during the display, falling asleep mid-sentence 7 minutes after getting in the car!
The last few days RP has been out-of-pocket of sorts for a variety of reasons, and I'm not really sure why. Whenever she doesn't get her way she starts to jump up and down, "fake" cry, and flail her arms about, getting louder and louder if you let her. She KNOWS that this behavior is unacceptable, she KNOWS that it isn't going to work, and she KNOWS that the only purpose this display can achieve is to get her into trouble... yet she does it anyway. Luckily these attempts have only been half-hearted, more to get attention than anything else, and she stops when she knows Mommy isn't happy with it, but yet the next time she hears the word "no" she tries it again. Weird... and hopefully a stage we'll soon be through.
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