Since Uncle C and her cousins were on Spring Break this week, RP was invited (along with Nana and Papa) to head into the city to visit the aquarium today. I should mention I was invited as well, but couldn't take the day off as I'm taking a few off already in a couple of weeks for RP's birthday, and it was tough to not be able to experience this with RP, as we have never been to the aquarium before (well, I have, but she had not).
It was also tough for me to truly let go and let RP head into a big, metropolitan city without me. It's not that I don't trust Nana and Papa, it's just one of those things. RP was truly excited about her upcoming adventure "to see the fishies," so much so that I worried about her wandering away or getting snatched away while in among the crowds. I gave Nana and Papa the stroller and her monkey backpack and knew that she would be alright, and most of all, that she would have a BALL.
I wasn't let down. The grin on her face when she saw me tonight and her animated descriptions of what she saw and did today was priceless, as was her death-grip on her new stuffed shark. She loved the penguins, the dolphins, and the whale and apparently was enthralled with the "Happy Feet 3D" presentation they had playing in one of the theaters. Bedtime tonight was a nightmare due to her incessant chattering of how her day went, and filling in the details as she recalled them - and it was so much fun for me to hear her re-live an experience she so clearly enjoyed, and while I still do hate having to miss out, I know that this won't be the last time it happens, and its good to know that she is so happy to share those details with me.
Now if only I could get her to provide this same level of detail when I ask how school is, I'd be set. As it is, the response is usually, "I don't know," which then requires me to almost yank teeth to get any sort of answer out of her...
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Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Catching up the last month
I like to believe I was WAY better at keeping this blog up to date when I wasn't working, but I don't think that would be quite accurate to say, but I feel like I am falling farther and farther behind. I just checked back and realized that my last post was on February 24 - our two-year gotcha day. WOW! Seems like a lifetime ago! I can't believe how quickly March has gone by, and that in just a few short days we'll already be into April!
RP continues to keep me hoppin' (no almost-Easter time pun intended!). She started ice skating lessons a few weeks ago and absolutely LOVES them! I have to say I'm a pretty proud Mommy since she was able to get up, stand, and walk around on the skates from the very first moment I put them on her feet, and she is one of only a couple kids in her class that can actually walk/march/glide on the ice in them. In addition to her absolutely loving this class, I have found this to be an effective discipline tool as well, as she would do almost anything to ensure that she can go to class on Saturday, including being an absolute angel at pre-school every single day! Her pre-school teacher actually pointed out that while RP is usually pretty good at school (well, except for the day she peed all over the floor, which is another story for another day!) that her recent behavior has been absolutely remarkable, and she laughed out loud when I told her simply that it was because I remind RP every morning that if she cannot behave in pre-school, she cannot ice skate on the weekends...
In a few short weeks RP will be turning four, and every time I look at her I marvel at just how far she has come. She is losing her chubby baby face and is looking more like a "little girl" than a toddler every day. Her vocabulary continues to increase and amaze me, and I really need to watch what I'm saying in front of her, since she especially likes to repeat the "naughty" words she hears me say (recently, "pissed" is her favorite one - go figure!). I know she is going to need speech therapy and plan on asking the doctor for the testing referral at her four-year check-up next month, but she is happy, healthy, and oh-so active, and I couldn't ask for more. Okay, I lie - sometimes, just sometimes, a few minutes of quiet would be nice - over the weekend I actually told her that she needed to stop with the questions for five minutes because Mommy's ears were bleeding, to which she responded "Why?" and proceeded to look inside my ears and say, "These aren't bleeding Mommy. Why did you think they were bleeding? Where would the bleeding come from?" You get the idea...
RP continues to keep me hoppin' (no almost-Easter time pun intended!). She started ice skating lessons a few weeks ago and absolutely LOVES them! I have to say I'm a pretty proud Mommy since she was able to get up, stand, and walk around on the skates from the very first moment I put them on her feet, and she is one of only a couple kids in her class that can actually walk/march/glide on the ice in them. In addition to her absolutely loving this class, I have found this to be an effective discipline tool as well, as she would do almost anything to ensure that she can go to class on Saturday, including being an absolute angel at pre-school every single day! Her pre-school teacher actually pointed out that while RP is usually pretty good at school (well, except for the day she peed all over the floor, which is another story for another day!) that her recent behavior has been absolutely remarkable, and she laughed out loud when I told her simply that it was because I remind RP every morning that if she cannot behave in pre-school, she cannot ice skate on the weekends...
In a few short weeks RP will be turning four, and every time I look at her I marvel at just how far she has come. She is losing her chubby baby face and is looking more like a "little girl" than a toddler every day. Her vocabulary continues to increase and amaze me, and I really need to watch what I'm saying in front of her, since she especially likes to repeat the "naughty" words she hears me say (recently, "pissed" is her favorite one - go figure!). I know she is going to need speech therapy and plan on asking the doctor for the testing referral at her four-year check-up next month, but she is happy, healthy, and oh-so active, and I couldn't ask for more. Okay, I lie - sometimes, just sometimes, a few minutes of quiet would be nice - over the weekend I actually told her that she needed to stop with the questions for five minutes because Mommy's ears were bleeding, to which she responded "Why?" and proceeded to look inside my ears and say, "These aren't bleeding Mommy. Why did you think they were bleeding? Where would the bleeding come from?" You get the idea...
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