Sunday, September 30, 2012

A Threatening Gesture

Hah. C is holding an SPCA business card up in the cat's face (a testimony to the cat's patience) and demanding, "Read this!  READ THIS!"

Friday, September 28, 2012

Rehearsal

The Drama Queen that lives in my home was born this way. She certainly didn't learn it from anyone here.
Tonight at dinner she asked for something (don't even remember what). Her request was denied. "Oh," she said, "I guess I should cry, then!" She ran into the living room, threw herself headlong onto the couch, and commenced wailing.
We were driving in the car. I'd let her use my Kindle so she wouldn't fall asleep. About 10 minutes into the trip, she said, "Momma, I don't want to play this game any more." I asked her if she was tired of it. "Oh, yes! I am tired of it. I should have a meltdown." I told her that if she did, I'd just take the Kindle. She changed her mind.
If there are still soap operas in twenty years, she'll surely qualify.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Learning Self-Control

What have I started? Today I gave C a pair of SCISSORS.


"Thank you, Mommy, for buying me these scissors! Only on paper. Only on paper."

Eighties Stylin'

C won't sit still when I brush her hair, so I told her I'd just put her ponytail wherever it ended up. It's somewhere approximately above her left ear. Coincidentally, she had a braid yesterday, so she has post-braid hair.
She's totally eighties girl today.
She LOVES it. She keeps running over to the TV (which is off) to see her reflection in the screen and stroke her frizzy side ponytail.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Practice Makes Perfect

I'm sitting on the foot of her bed while she talks LOUDLY about anything and everything.
Me (whispering): Okay, time to see how quiet we can be.
C (whispering): All right, Momma!
Silence for the span of three seconds.
C: Psssssssst! Psssssst!...PSSSSSSSST!
Me: You don't have to do that. I'm right here.
C (in her outdoor voice): But I'm being QUIET!!!

Friday, September 21, 2012

Of Nuts And Nuts

SO random!
She asked me to help her sort her Squinkies (gummy bear size toys). I picked up a squirrel.
Me: Oh! This squirrel is cute.
C: Yes, he is!
Me: Look! He's holding a nut!
C: He looks like a pastor.

Freeeeeeeee!

ROFLOL! She asked if she could "peep on the potty" all by herself. With some trepidation I said it was okay.
She just came running out of the bathroom ALL kinds of proud of herself - but ALL kinds of nekkid, too. 🙂

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I've Been Called Worse

C: Is my timeout over yet?
Me: No. You have another minute.
C: No! I don't want to be in timeout!
Me: Well, it's almost over.
C: No! I do not like it, Sam I Am!
Dr. Seuss strikes again.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Whose Is It?

She spat on the couch, then ran away when I sent her to her timeout chair. This means I sit in the chair with her on my lap until she decides to take her timeout. It can be a long, wild ride.
Today, in mid-tantrum, she yelled, "No! Bad momma! This is MY time-out chair, and you CAN'T sit in it!"
I wish!

Monday, September 17, 2012

Blah Blah Blah

One BIG problem with an early reader is that you can not skip parts of REALLY annoying books. "Mommy, you forgot THIS part: 'blah, blah, blah, blah...'"

She Wants Much More Than This Provincial Life

C, lying on the floor in a bored malaise: "I have to get OUT of here!"

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Hush!

Today C went to Junior Church instead of the nursery. H was the aide, and she reported this to me:
C was sitting in her chair kicking the leg of the table. The teacher told her to quiet her feet. C held up her feet, pointed to them, and said, "Shhhhh! Be quiet!!"

Thursday, September 13, 2012

A GOOD Day!

Aaaaaaaand...she's asleep! ZERO timeouts today!! We did push it a little right there at the end, but she made it!

Monday, September 10, 2012

Regal

She strides into the kitchen. "I am Queen Charis. I am a mean queen! I will now stratch your bickerator." She lifts her scepter (a convenient stick) and rubs its point along the side of the fridge.
Just in case an evil dictator invades your kitchen, you now know how to protect YOUR bickerator from being stratched.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Hippocratic Oath Aside...

C has a bell. She's pretending it's a stethoscope and chasing J around the house. "I'm an ANGRY doctor!"
Where on earth does she get this stuff?

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Curious C

"George promised to be good. But sometimes little monkeys forget."
Story of my life.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Breakfast of Champions

Breakfast for me: Coffee and oatmeal.
Breakfast for C: A banana and tortilla chips.
Guess I should find some way to keep her out of the snacks now that she's getting big enough to help herself!