On Tuesday afternoon, while Sarah and Macie ran into the Scrubs and Beyond store to find Sarah some work pants, Ivie, Bryce, and I waited in our car. As is typical these days, Ivie didn't stop talking the entire time. Here are some bits of our conversation:
Ivie: Mom, am I gonna be dead when I'm 80?
Me: I hope not!
Ivie: Man, I'm gonna be TALL!!!!
Me: Ummmm, you're not going to keep growing the whole time, Iv.
Then, about 5 minutes later, after seeing the UNC, NC State, Duke, and NC Central banners hanging over the door to Best Buy:
Ivie: Mom, what's THAT banner? (Referring to the NCCU one, which she didn't recognize.)
Me: That's North Carolina Central University. It's another school in Durham. They're the Eagles!
Ivie: Does Lance cheer for them?
Me (intrigued by the randomness and eager to share this story with Lance): No, I don't think so. He cheers for Carolina. Like us!
Finally, 2 minutes later, after moving on from Lance's apparent allegiance to NCCU...
Ivie: Mom, why did God make people who cheer for Duke?!?
Me: Good question, Iv.
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#19): Birthstones
Several years ago, for Christmas, Dale got me a sapphire ring and matching earrings. Not only is sapphire my birthstone (September), but it's also blue, which is my favorite color, so it was a no-brainer! I'm too lazy to take a picture of it for this post, but visualize a sapphire stone with small diamonds on either side. I love it!
Fast-forward to a couple of months ago, prior to Bryce's birth. A co-worker stopped by my office, and we got to chatting about our kids. She showed me what she called her "Mother's Ring", which was pretty much identical to my sapphire ring! She explained that she had three children, one September child (the sapphire) and 2 April children (the diamonds).
It didn't take me long to realize that, if Bryce arrived by his due date, I would already have my Mother's Ring! And, not only that, but my stones would be in the correct order on the ring: Ivie (April), Macie (September), Bryce (April). Perfect!
So Bryce cooperated, and the ring has now officially been dubbed my Mother's Ring.
The other day, I was explaining this to my mom, and Ivie happened to be listening, as well. We got into a conversation about birthstones, and I explained to her that diamond was a GREAT birthstone to have (ha!), and that Macie and I had the same birthstone. I told her that it was sapphire, which didn't mean much to her, so I just told her it was blue and she was satisfied...
Ivie didn't mention it again until yesterday morning when Dale was taking the girls to school. I'm not sure what brought it up, but, while I was feeding Bryce, I got the following text from Dale:
"Ivie just said that your and Macie's birthstone is 'campfire'."
Close, Iv. Very close.
Fast-forward to a couple of months ago, prior to Bryce's birth. A co-worker stopped by my office, and we got to chatting about our kids. She showed me what she called her "Mother's Ring", which was pretty much identical to my sapphire ring! She explained that she had three children, one September child (the sapphire) and 2 April children (the diamonds).
It didn't take me long to realize that, if Bryce arrived by his due date, I would already have my Mother's Ring! And, not only that, but my stones would be in the correct order on the ring: Ivie (April), Macie (September), Bryce (April). Perfect!
So Bryce cooperated, and the ring has now officially been dubbed my Mother's Ring.
The other day, I was explaining this to my mom, and Ivie happened to be listening, as well. We got into a conversation about birthstones, and I explained to her that diamond was a GREAT birthstone to have (ha!), and that Macie and I had the same birthstone. I told her that it was sapphire, which didn't mean much to her, so I just told her it was blue and she was satisfied...
Ivie didn't mention it again until yesterday morning when Dale was taking the girls to school. I'm not sure what brought it up, but, while I was feeding Bryce, I got the following text from Dale:
"Ivie just said that your and Macie's birthstone is 'campfire'."
Close, Iv. Very close.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#18)
A Clean House
We have a sweet lady named Ruby who, together with her husband and her daughter, clean our house every other Monday. Which means that I rarely have to do household cleaning, which makes me pretty happy (and is one of many reasons why I continue to work).
On top of that, my mom has been here for almost 3 weeks now. And she's been an amazing help. Laundry, ironing, cooking dinner... Pretty much everything a girl needs help with when she has a new baby.
So, between Ruby and my mom, our house has stayed in pretty decent shape since Bryce's arrival, even though the amount of housework that I do has dropped from "very little" to "nil".
Several days ago (they all run together for me right now), Dale walked with Ivie into her room to get her ready for bed. Ivie took one look at her bed, saw her blankets and stuffed animals placed in an orderly fashion, looked at Dale, and exclaimed/questioned:
"Is Ruby coming every day now?".
Nope, Iv. Welcome to life with Nina. Don't get used to it. She leaves in a week, and you'll be back to digging through the mess on your bed to find your water bottle and favorite blanket.
The Kitchen Television
It won't surprise any of you that my daughters are pretty habitual. In the morning, when they come downstairs for breakfast, one of the two of them heads straight for our little kitchen television to turn on either Nick, Jr. or Disney. Since they are the only ones that use that television, it's always on one of "their" channels, so hitting the power button is all it takes. Instant gratification.
Until Nina arrived, that is.
Now, during the day when she is slaving away in the kitchen, Nina turns the television to either the Today Show or MSNBC. Which means the television is likely not on the correct channel for the girls in the morning.
One such morning, Dale witnessed Ivie's reaction to this occurrence.
She turned the television on, scowled, and muttered under her breath:
"Hmph. Nina."
As if to say, "How dare you disrupt our routine with your nonsense big-person shows. Enough already."
We have a sweet lady named Ruby who, together with her husband and her daughter, clean our house every other Monday. Which means that I rarely have to do household cleaning, which makes me pretty happy (and is one of many reasons why I continue to work).
On top of that, my mom has been here for almost 3 weeks now. And she's been an amazing help. Laundry, ironing, cooking dinner... Pretty much everything a girl needs help with when she has a new baby.
So, between Ruby and my mom, our house has stayed in pretty decent shape since Bryce's arrival, even though the amount of housework that I do has dropped from "very little" to "nil".
Several days ago (they all run together for me right now), Dale walked with Ivie into her room to get her ready for bed. Ivie took one look at her bed, saw her blankets and stuffed animals placed in an orderly fashion, looked at Dale, and exclaimed/questioned:
"Is Ruby coming every day now?".
Nope, Iv. Welcome to life with Nina. Don't get used to it. She leaves in a week, and you'll be back to digging through the mess on your bed to find your water bottle and favorite blanket.
The Kitchen Television
It won't surprise any of you that my daughters are pretty habitual. In the morning, when they come downstairs for breakfast, one of the two of them heads straight for our little kitchen television to turn on either Nick, Jr. or Disney. Since they are the only ones that use that television, it's always on one of "their" channels, so hitting the power button is all it takes. Instant gratification.
Until Nina arrived, that is.
Now, during the day when she is slaving away in the kitchen, Nina turns the television to either the Today Show or MSNBC. Which means the television is likely not on the correct channel for the girls in the morning.
One such morning, Dale witnessed Ivie's reaction to this occurrence.
She turned the television on, scowled, and muttered under her breath:
"Hmph. Nina."
As if to say, "How dare you disrupt our routine with your nonsense big-person shows. Enough already."
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Jumbled Mumbles (#4)
A few random thoughts that I want to get down before I forget them today:
1) This morning, as we drove to school, Macie observantly said, "Mommy, it's raining on your window." I confirmed her statement, and Ivie quickly followed up with, "Mommy, turn on your rain poppers!"
It took me a few moments to realize that she was talking about windshield wipers. "Wipers", "Poppers"... Close enough, right?!?
2) I had my 36-week check-up today. Bryce's heart rate was holding steady in the low 140's. Dr. T asked me how big I thought he was going to be. I said, "You tell ME!". He asked how big the girls were (which isn't fair, in my opinion, since even I can estimate based on the two previous children. He's a DOCTOR. He should have some medical way of figuring it out without charging me for an ultrasound.). I told him that they were 7 lb, 7 oz and 6 lb, 11 oz. So he pushed around on my belly for a bit and said, "I think this one's going to be 7 or 8 pounds, but not bigger than that." I hope he's right, as unscientific as his measurement was...
3) I can REALLY say, as of tomorrow, that I'm 4 weeks from my due date! Never mind that I've been saying "4 weeks" in response to the "When are you due?" question for the last week. Now it's for real! I've found that once I hit the single digits in weeks, on the day that I officially become a week closer (which is Thursday this time around), I drop my number by one. So I guess now it's time to start saying THREE!
4) Ivie's 5th birthday party is on Saturday. We're doing Build-A-Bear this year. She's never built a bear, so I think (hope!) she's going to have a blast. And I'm loving that they basically do all the party stuff there, so I don't have to do much in advance to prepare other than buy some juice boxes. Which is right up my alley in terms of effort I'm feeling like contributing these days...
5) Macie has started potty training at school. In fact, I think that, most days, she stays in the same Pull-Up all day. At home, though? She refuses to use the toilet. Unless I threaten to take her paci away right when she wakes up in the morning or right before going to bed at night. I think she's asserting her independence. Or maybe she just likes Miss Madison and Miss D more than me. Yeah, that's probably it. That, and the peer pressure of seeing her friends go in and out of their classroom bathroom all day. She wants to join in the fun.
Whatever it is, she needs to get over it. That energy level I spoke of at the end of number 4 above? It applies to my current desire to potty train, as well...
6) Am I really going to have a newborn in 3 weeks?!? I'm not quite "ready" from the work perspective. Still too many big projects to try to wrap up before I leave.
Which is why I better stop putting these thoughts into words (even though it's technically my lunch break) and get back to it!
1) This morning, as we drove to school, Macie observantly said, "Mommy, it's raining on your window." I confirmed her statement, and Ivie quickly followed up with, "Mommy, turn on your rain poppers!"
It took me a few moments to realize that she was talking about windshield wipers. "Wipers", "Poppers"... Close enough, right?!?
2) I had my 36-week check-up today. Bryce's heart rate was holding steady in the low 140's. Dr. T asked me how big I thought he was going to be. I said, "You tell ME!". He asked how big the girls were (which isn't fair, in my opinion, since even I can estimate based on the two previous children. He's a DOCTOR. He should have some medical way of figuring it out without charging me for an ultrasound.). I told him that they were 7 lb, 7 oz and 6 lb, 11 oz. So he pushed around on my belly for a bit and said, "I think this one's going to be 7 or 8 pounds, but not bigger than that." I hope he's right, as unscientific as his measurement was...
3) I can REALLY say, as of tomorrow, that I'm 4 weeks from my due date! Never mind that I've been saying "4 weeks" in response to the "When are you due?" question for the last week. Now it's for real! I've found that once I hit the single digits in weeks, on the day that I officially become a week closer (which is Thursday this time around), I drop my number by one. So I guess now it's time to start saying THREE!
4) Ivie's 5th birthday party is on Saturday. We're doing Build-A-Bear this year. She's never built a bear, so I think (hope!) she's going to have a blast. And I'm loving that they basically do all the party stuff there, so I don't have to do much in advance to prepare other than buy some juice boxes. Which is right up my alley in terms of effort I'm feeling like contributing these days...
5) Macie has started potty training at school. In fact, I think that, most days, she stays in the same Pull-Up all day. At home, though? She refuses to use the toilet. Unless I threaten to take her paci away right when she wakes up in the morning or right before going to bed at night. I think she's asserting her independence. Or maybe she just likes Miss Madison and Miss D more than me. Yeah, that's probably it. That, and the peer pressure of seeing her friends go in and out of their classroom bathroom all day. She wants to join in the fun.
Whatever it is, she needs to get over it. That energy level I spoke of at the end of number 4 above? It applies to my current desire to potty train, as well...
6) Am I really going to have a newborn in 3 weeks?!? I'm not quite "ready" from the work perspective. Still too many big projects to try to wrap up before I leave.
Which is why I better stop putting these thoughts into words (even though it's technically my lunch break) and get back to it!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#17)
Tonight after school, the girls were outside playing and were quite pleased to be joined by Emerson. They each had their own mode of transportation: Ivie on her new pink bike (I'm sure there will be pictures soon), Emerson on the scooter, and Macie on the battery-operated Dora four-wheeler.
Ivie and Emerson had figured out some sort of racing game to play. The first couple of times, due to the bicycle's ability to exceed the scooter's speed, Ivie won.
The next time, though (as Dale watched and recounted to me afterward), Ivie clearly slowed up and gauged Emerson's pace, ultimately allowing her to arrive first at the finish line. Then Ivie jumped off her bike, ran around, and made a big deal out of proclaiming, "Emerson, you WON!!!".
A couple of hours later, on their way home from Gymnastics, Dale and Ivie had the following conversation. (Note that Dale's line is my paraphrased version. Since his statement isn't the funny one, I didn't feel the need to take the time to get it verbatim.)
Dale: Ivie, I was very proud of you for letting Emerson win this afternoon when you were racing with her.
Ivie (matter-of-factly): Yeah... No worries!
That kid cracks me up.
Ivie and Emerson had figured out some sort of racing game to play. The first couple of times, due to the bicycle's ability to exceed the scooter's speed, Ivie won.
The next time, though (as Dale watched and recounted to me afterward), Ivie clearly slowed up and gauged Emerson's pace, ultimately allowing her to arrive first at the finish line. Then Ivie jumped off her bike, ran around, and made a big deal out of proclaiming, "Emerson, you WON!!!".
A couple of hours later, on their way home from Gymnastics, Dale and Ivie had the following conversation. (Note that Dale's line is my paraphrased version. Since his statement isn't the funny one, I didn't feel the need to take the time to get it verbatim.)
Dale: Ivie, I was very proud of you for letting Emerson win this afternoon when you were racing with her.
Ivie (matter-of-factly): Yeah... No worries!
That kid cracks me up.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#16)
The Letter "K"
Ivie's been struggling with writing the letter "K". Something about having the two diagonal lines meet in the middle wasn't meshing with her, so you never knew where (or if) they would connect.
As is typical, though, she learned the solution to her problem at school. And I didn't realize it until she was writing her friend's name on her birthday card last weekend.
When I commented to her about what a great job she had done with her "K", she said, "Thanks! I put a dot in the middle now. It makes it easier for me to remember.".
I would have never thought of that. Love the little tricks!
Eggs
This morning, I made French Toast for breakfast. Not sure why I don't do this more often on Saturday mornings, since it's different, quick, and uses up all the extra bread in the loaf we purchased the previous Sunday (our grocery shopping day) and didn't come close to finishing. Which makes me happy, because I then don't have to look at the large loaf remaining in the pantry and be upset with myself for not finding a way to use it before it has to be thrown out.
But back to the preparation of French Toast this morning.
The girls wanted to watch, so they each pulled their stool up to the island. I first cracked two eggs and put them into the bowl. Before heading to the utensil crock to get the whisk, I cautioned the girls not to touch the bowl or the quickly-heating-up skillet.
My back was turned for only a brief moment when Macie must have decided not to heed my warning about keeping her hands off of the bowl. I heard the sound of glass scooting on the island, presumably Macie pulling the bowl closer to her so she could "see better".
Just as I turned around to scold Mac, Ivie exclaimed, "Macie! Be careful of the eggs! They might HATCH!"
Ummmm, exactly.
Ivie's been struggling with writing the letter "K". Something about having the two diagonal lines meet in the middle wasn't meshing with her, so you never knew where (or if) they would connect.
As is typical, though, she learned the solution to her problem at school. And I didn't realize it until she was writing her friend's name on her birthday card last weekend.
When I commented to her about what a great job she had done with her "K", she said, "Thanks! I put a dot in the middle now. It makes it easier for me to remember.".
I would have never thought of that. Love the little tricks!
Eggs
This morning, I made French Toast for breakfast. Not sure why I don't do this more often on Saturday mornings, since it's different, quick, and uses up all the extra bread in the loaf we purchased the previous Sunday (our grocery shopping day) and didn't come close to finishing. Which makes me happy, because I then don't have to look at the large loaf remaining in the pantry and be upset with myself for not finding a way to use it before it has to be thrown out.
But back to the preparation of French Toast this morning.
The girls wanted to watch, so they each pulled their stool up to the island. I first cracked two eggs and put them into the bowl. Before heading to the utensil crock to get the whisk, I cautioned the girls not to touch the bowl or the quickly-heating-up skillet.
My back was turned for only a brief moment when Macie must have decided not to heed my warning about keeping her hands off of the bowl. I heard the sound of glass scooting on the island, presumably Macie pulling the bowl closer to her so she could "see better".
Just as I turned around to scold Mac, Ivie exclaimed, "Macie! Be careful of the eggs! They might HATCH!"
Ummmm, exactly.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#15)
Ivie is a stickler to the rules when it comes to what words she should and should not say.
For example, when she first started talking and using exclamatory words/phrases, I put the kibosh on the word "gosh" in our house. I did so because, every time she would start to say "Oh my gosh!", I was overly concerned that "God" might accidentally slip out (which I personally view as unacceptable). And I cringed every time.
So I quickly changed our family over to "goodness" (as in, "oh my goodness!"), and explained to Ivie that we don't say "gosh" in our family.
Well, this is all fine and dandy, except that everyone else in the world uses this socially-acceptable word with regularity. Including my mom (Nina). So any time we are around my parents and my mom says "gosh", Ivie says, "Ohhhhh, Niiiiiina, you're not supposed to saaaaaaaay that wooooooord!".
As a result, I've had to start trying to explain that, while we don't say it in our family, it's not really a "bad word", and that she's going to hear other people say it a lot. So she doesn't need to throw them under the bus publicly if they do.
Anyway, it's fairly often that Ivie will randomly ask me, "Mommy, is (fill in the word here) a bad word?".
A lot of times, my response seems to be along the lines of, "No, 'rude' is not a bad word, Ivie, but you have to be very careful of when you use it. You wouldn't want to call someone 'rude'." She seems to understand this distinction.
Last night, right before the girls got into the bathtub, we had the following conversation:
Ivie: Mommy, is 'holy cow!' a bad word?
Me (following my pattern with these sorts of questions): Nope, 'holy cow!' is not a bad word. But you should be careful of when you use it.
Ivie: You mean that I shouldn't call someone a 'holy cow', right?
Me (laughing under my breath): Ummmm, yeah, that's right!
She then proceeded to look into the tub and exclaim, "Holy cow! There are a LOT of toys in there!".
Yes, there are, Iv. I think you've got the meaning of "holy cow" down pat...
For example, when she first started talking and using exclamatory words/phrases, I put the kibosh on the word "gosh" in our house. I did so because, every time she would start to say "Oh my gosh!", I was overly concerned that "God" might accidentally slip out (which I personally view as unacceptable). And I cringed every time.
So I quickly changed our family over to "goodness" (as in, "oh my goodness!"), and explained to Ivie that we don't say "gosh" in our family.
Well, this is all fine and dandy, except that everyone else in the world uses this socially-acceptable word with regularity. Including my mom (Nina). So any time we are around my parents and my mom says "gosh", Ivie says, "Ohhhhh, Niiiiiina, you're not supposed to saaaaaaaay that wooooooord!".
As a result, I've had to start trying to explain that, while we don't say it in our family, it's not really a "bad word", and that she's going to hear other people say it a lot. So she doesn't need to throw them under the bus publicly if they do.
Anyway, it's fairly often that Ivie will randomly ask me, "Mommy, is (fill in the word here) a bad word?".
A lot of times, my response seems to be along the lines of, "No, 'rude' is not a bad word, Ivie, but you have to be very careful of when you use it. You wouldn't want to call someone 'rude'." She seems to understand this distinction.
Last night, right before the girls got into the bathtub, we had the following conversation:
Ivie: Mommy, is 'holy cow!' a bad word?
Me (following my pattern with these sorts of questions): Nope, 'holy cow!' is not a bad word. But you should be careful of when you use it.
Ivie: You mean that I shouldn't call someone a 'holy cow', right?
Me (laughing under my breath): Ummmm, yeah, that's right!
She then proceeded to look into the tub and exclaim, "Holy cow! There are a LOT of toys in there!".
Yes, there are, Iv. I think you've got the meaning of "holy cow" down pat...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#14)
Life is not always peachy in the Herman house. I know this shocks some of you...
Tonight, on our way home from Alfredo's (Tuesday night is always our "eat out night" during the week), Ivie was particularly grumpy. Why, you ask? Because she saw her friend Aurora at Alfredo's, and Aurora was lucky enough to have a Chick-fil-A ice cream cone in-hand.
As soon as we exited the restaurant, Ivie started clamoring for a cone of her own. And she was NOT happy when we told her that she could have a bowl of ice cream for dessert when we got home, but that we didn't have any cones. Therefore, on our way home, she made it a point to express her displeasure with us for not stocking cones in our pantry. Several not-very-nice comments escaped her mouth. Two of which I remember:
"Fine, then I'm not going to be your little girl any more!!!!"
and the one she thought about for a while and delivered quite deliberately, so as to really make her point clear:
"Fine, when I grow up, I'm going to cheer for Car-o-li-na STATE!!!"
Ouch. We're in trouble. She already knows how to r-e-a-l-l-y get to her daddy...
Tonight, on our way home from Alfredo's (Tuesday night is always our "eat out night" during the week), Ivie was particularly grumpy. Why, you ask? Because she saw her friend Aurora at Alfredo's, and Aurora was lucky enough to have a Chick-fil-A ice cream cone in-hand.
As soon as we exited the restaurant, Ivie started clamoring for a cone of her own. And she was NOT happy when we told her that she could have a bowl of ice cream for dessert when we got home, but that we didn't have any cones. Therefore, on our way home, she made it a point to express her displeasure with us for not stocking cones in our pantry. Several not-very-nice comments escaped her mouth. Two of which I remember:
"Fine, then I'm not going to be your little girl any more!!!!"
and the one she thought about for a while and delivered quite deliberately, so as to really make her point clear:
"Fine, when I grow up, I'm going to cheer for Car-o-li-na STATE!!!"
Ouch. We're in trouble. She already knows how to r-e-a-l-l-y get to her daddy...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#13)
Ivie loves to color. And she does it A LOT. And there is no way that I could possibly keep all of the various coloring sheets that she completes "just for you, Mommy". So the vast majority end up in the recycling bin. She, of course, does not know this.
Tonight, while working on her latest Toy Story 3 Color Wonder (seriously, parents, aren't those the best markers EVER?!?) picture, she brought it over to show me her progress. And it sparked her memory of a past picture she had once colored and given to me.
The conversation went as follows:
Ivie: Mommy, where is that other Toy Story picture I colored for you? The one with Woody, and Jessie, and Bullseye?
Me (stumped, but trying not to show it): Um, I don't know Iv. Was it a while ago?
Ivie (nodding): Yeah, it's when I was 3.
Me (still not really knowing how I was going to get out of this one): Oh, okay.
Ivie: Oh, Mommy. I bet I know where it is. I bet you took it to your office!
Me (trying to hide my relief): Ahhhh, yes, I'm SURE that's where it is.
And she went back to the table to color some more.
Saved by the preschooler's imagination. Again. Phew.
Tonight, while working on her latest Toy Story 3 Color Wonder (seriously, parents, aren't those the best markers EVER?!?) picture, she brought it over to show me her progress. And it sparked her memory of a past picture she had once colored and given to me.
The conversation went as follows:
Ivie: Mommy, where is that other Toy Story picture I colored for you? The one with Woody, and Jessie, and Bullseye?
Me (stumped, but trying not to show it): Um, I don't know Iv. Was it a while ago?
Ivie (nodding): Yeah, it's when I was 3.
Me (still not really knowing how I was going to get out of this one): Oh, okay.
Ivie: Oh, Mommy. I bet I know where it is. I bet you took it to your office!
Me (trying to hide my relief): Ahhhh, yes, I'm SURE that's where it is.
And she went back to the table to color some more.
Saved by the preschooler's imagination. Again. Phew.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#12)
On Sunday night, we took Amanda for her first-ever visit to P.F. Chang's. (Please let this lone sentence serve as a reminder of "the time that Macie dumped my entire Root Beer on my lap while we waited for our food". Joy.)
But back to the story at hand, since elaboration on the Root Beer story would only involve a description of how I immediately glared at my not-even-two-year-old-daughter and watched her, in a split second, morph from a crazy-jumping-all-over-the-place-wreaking-havoc toddler to an angel, frozen-in-fear-of-the-impending-wrath-of-a-drenched-in-sugary-mess-mommy.
Okay, so maybe a one-sentence reminder wasn't enough to fully get the incident off my chest. But I'm finished now. Really. On to why this is titled an "Ivie's Random Thoughts" post...
Since the entire dinner process that night was lengthy, from the serving of the appetizer, to the drying-off-and-calming-down-after-the-Root-Beer-incident (JUST LET IT GO, AMY!) , to the arrival of the entrees, to the bill-paying, the girls got to spend some quality time outside studying the horse statues that stand in front of the restaurant. Ivie also managed to have enough time to try to balance and walk on the curb, which resulted in her falling off once and getting a small scrape on her knee.
Fast-forward to tonight after school, when we were stopped at the stoplight right in front of P.F. Chang's on our way to pick up Chick-fil-A for dinner (Tuesday is still Kid's Night!). The following conversation took place:
Ivie: Mom! The place with the horsies!
Me: Yes! We ate dinner there the other night, didn't we?
Ivie: Yes. And I fell down and got a boo-boo on my knee.
Me: Yes, you did... Does it still hurt?
Ivie: No! It's all gone now!
Me (shocked at her apparent speed of healing): It is?!?
Ivie (looking closely at her knee): Not exactly.
Isn't it funny the phrases kids pick up?!?
But back to the story at hand, since elaboration on the Root Beer story would only involve a description of how I immediately glared at my not-even-two-year-old-daughter and watched her, in a split second, morph from a crazy-jumping-all-over-the-place-wreaking-havoc toddler to an angel, frozen-in-fear-of-the-impending-wrath-of-a-drenched-in-sugary-mess-mommy.
Okay, so maybe a one-sentence reminder wasn't enough to fully get the incident off my chest. But I'm finished now. Really. On to why this is titled an "Ivie's Random Thoughts" post...
Since the entire dinner process that night was lengthy, from the serving of the appetizer, to the drying-off-and-calming-down-after-the-Root-Beer-incident (JUST LET IT GO, AMY!) , to the arrival of the entrees, to the bill-paying, the girls got to spend some quality time outside studying the horse statues that stand in front of the restaurant. Ivie also managed to have enough time to try to balance and walk on the curb, which resulted in her falling off once and getting a small scrape on her knee.
Fast-forward to tonight after school, when we were stopped at the stoplight right in front of P.F. Chang's on our way to pick up Chick-fil-A for dinner (Tuesday is still Kid's Night!). The following conversation took place:
Ivie: Mom! The place with the horsies!
Me: Yes! We ate dinner there the other night, didn't we?
Ivie: Yes. And I fell down and got a boo-boo on my knee.
Me: Yes, you did... Does it still hurt?
Ivie: No! It's all gone now!
Me (shocked at her apparent speed of healing): It is?!?
Ivie (looking closely at her knee): Not exactly.
Isn't it funny the phrases kids pick up?!?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#11)
Room Service
Monday morning in St. Louis, as we headed down to breakfast in the hotel, Ivie spotted a room service tray sitting outside one of the other rooms. Seemingly disturbed by this, she said,
"Ooooooooh, Mooooooommy, somebody dropped their foooooooooood!"
Candy
Ivie's name for one of my (and her!) favorite types of candy?
"Pike and Ikes"
Older Man?
Yesterday, at school pick-up time, a cute little friend of Ivie's, named Jackson (who is a few months older and has moved up to the 4-year-old class in advance of Ivie), looked through the open car door as Ivie was getting situated into her car seat. Here's the conversation that followed:
Jackson: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIvie!!!!!
Ivie: Jaaaaaackson!!!!! Bye, Buddy!!!
Jackson (as he walked away): Bye, Sweetie!!!
Me (trying to control my giggling): Ivie, is Jackson your boyfriend?
Ivie: Yes, he's my boyfriend. Jackson says he's going to marry me someday.
When I told this to Dale last night, he asked, "At what point does this story get funny?".
The teenage years are going to be interesting ones...
Monday morning in St. Louis, as we headed down to breakfast in the hotel, Ivie spotted a room service tray sitting outside one of the other rooms. Seemingly disturbed by this, she said,
"Ooooooooh, Mooooooommy, somebody dropped their foooooooooood!"
Candy
Ivie's name for one of my (and her!) favorite types of candy?
"Pike and Ikes"
Older Man?
Yesterday, at school pick-up time, a cute little friend of Ivie's, named Jackson (who is a few months older and has moved up to the 4-year-old class in advance of Ivie), looked through the open car door as Ivie was getting situated into her car seat. Here's the conversation that followed:
Jackson: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIvie!!!!!
Ivie: Jaaaaaackson!!!!! Bye, Buddy!!!
Jackson (as he walked away): Bye, Sweetie!!!
Me (trying to control my giggling): Ivie, is Jackson your boyfriend?
Ivie: Yes, he's my boyfriend. Jackson says he's going to marry me someday.
When I told this to Dale last night, he asked, "At what point does this story get funny?".
The teenage years are going to be interesting ones...
Friday, March 26, 2010
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#10)
Sense of Time
Ivie still doesn't have any concept of time. Which is good, because it means we can agree to do things for an impractical amount of time, and she doesn't know the difference.
Her latest such request? Pretty much every night, to either me or Dale (and sometimes both), as we stand by the side of her bed:
"Can you hold my hand for 50 minutes?"
Nine times out of ten her request is 50 minutes. Occasionally it's 55. Last night, for Dale, it was 3.
Speaking of Time...
Ivie's word to describe the previous day?
"Lasterday"
Ivie still doesn't have any concept of time. Which is good, because it means we can agree to do things for an impractical amount of time, and she doesn't know the difference.
Her latest such request? Pretty much every night, to either me or Dale (and sometimes both), as we stand by the side of her bed:
"Can you hold my hand for 50 minutes?"
Nine times out of ten her request is 50 minutes. Occasionally it's 55. Last night, for Dale, it was 3.
Speaking of Time...
Ivie's word to describe the previous day?
"Lasterday"
Friday, February 5, 2010
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#9)
Visiting Wilbur?
Last night, with Dale out of town for work, Ivie was in a particularly clingy mood, claiming that her tummy was "stinky". It took me forever to get out of her room at bedtime. One of her stall tactics was to tell me she wanted to sleep in my bed (which she's never done, so I don't know why she even thinks it's an option). So I explained to her that it was time for me to go to sleep in MY bed, just like I did every night. And she needed to go to sleep in HER bed.
She asked where Daddy would be sleeping. I told her that he was in a hotel in Charlotte. To which she responded:
"Charlotte? Is he gonna see the pig?"
Seatbelts
This morning before school, I opened Ivie's car door and asked her to climb into her car seat while I got Macie buckled in on the other side. Feeling particularly helpful (for some odd reason), Ivie obliged. After I got Mac strapped in, I climbed into the driver's seat and started to turn on the car. At which point Ivie reminded me that I hadn't buckled her in.
I laughed, told her she was right, and proceeded to have the following conversation with her while I buckled her seatbelt.
Me: That was silly of Mommy. Thanks for reminding me, Ivie! We've got to get you strapped in so that you're very safe when we're driving, right?
Ivie: Yes, Mommy, we don't want the policeman to get me!!!
Me: Yes, the policemen want you to wear your seatbelt so that you're safe!
Ivie: I don't want the policeman to get me and throw me in the GARBAGE!
I'm only slightly concerned about her weird fear of garbage cans...
Last night, with Dale out of town for work, Ivie was in a particularly clingy mood, claiming that her tummy was "stinky". It took me forever to get out of her room at bedtime. One of her stall tactics was to tell me she wanted to sleep in my bed (which she's never done, so I don't know why she even thinks it's an option). So I explained to her that it was time for me to go to sleep in MY bed, just like I did every night. And she needed to go to sleep in HER bed.
She asked where Daddy would be sleeping. I told her that he was in a hotel in Charlotte. To which she responded:
"Charlotte? Is he gonna see the pig?"
Seatbelts
This morning before school, I opened Ivie's car door and asked her to climb into her car seat while I got Macie buckled in on the other side. Feeling particularly helpful (for some odd reason), Ivie obliged. After I got Mac strapped in, I climbed into the driver's seat and started to turn on the car. At which point Ivie reminded me that I hadn't buckled her in.
I laughed, told her she was right, and proceeded to have the following conversation with her while I buckled her seatbelt.
Me: That was silly of Mommy. Thanks for reminding me, Ivie! We've got to get you strapped in so that you're very safe when we're driving, right?
Ivie: Yes, Mommy, we don't want the policeman to get me!!!
Me: Yes, the policemen want you to wear your seatbelt so that you're safe!
Ivie: I don't want the policeman to get me and throw me in the GARBAGE!
I'm only slightly concerned about her weird fear of garbage cans...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#8)
Sir or Ma'am?
All was well on our trip to school this morning. That is, until Ivie said,
"Mommy, will you tell Micah that boys are ma'ams?"
I gave her what I believed to be a fairly safe response. "Ivie, I can't tell Micah that, because that's not right. Girls are ma'ams. And boys are sirs."
You'd have thought I told her that she could never have another pop-tart for breakfast or popsicle for dessert. She broke into tears, telling me over and over that she wanted to be a sir. Despite my apparently feeble attempts to calm her and explain that it's actually very cool to be a ma'am, she wasn't backing down. It resulted in a screaming tantrum during which she pulled off her socks and shoes and threw them on the floorboard in the car. And when we got to school and I was finally able to FORCE said items back on her feet (with absolutely no assistance from her whatsoever), she got out of the car and threw herself on the ground in the parking lot, still wailing.
Random.
iTouch
I've downloaded several kids' games onto my new iTouch. And in an effort to educate Ivie as to what exactly the contraption is (you know, so she can sound "hip"), I've told her that when she wants to play with it, she needs to ask if she can use my "iTouch".
This morning, as we were about to head out the door for school, she said,
"Mommy, can I play with your Touch-ear in the car?"
I can certainly understand her confusion... We'll keep working on it.
All was well on our trip to school this morning. That is, until Ivie said,
"Mommy, will you tell Micah that boys are ma'ams?"
I gave her what I believed to be a fairly safe response. "Ivie, I can't tell Micah that, because that's not right. Girls are ma'ams. And boys are sirs."
You'd have thought I told her that she could never have another pop-tart for breakfast or popsicle for dessert. She broke into tears, telling me over and over that she wanted to be a sir. Despite my apparently feeble attempts to calm her and explain that it's actually very cool to be a ma'am, she wasn't backing down. It resulted in a screaming tantrum during which she pulled off her socks and shoes and threw them on the floorboard in the car. And when we got to school and I was finally able to FORCE said items back on her feet (with absolutely no assistance from her whatsoever), she got out of the car and threw herself on the ground in the parking lot, still wailing.
Random.
iTouch
I've downloaded several kids' games onto my new iTouch. And in an effort to educate Ivie as to what exactly the contraption is (you know, so she can sound "hip"), I've told her that when she wants to play with it, she needs to ask if she can use my "iTouch".
This morning, as we were about to head out the door for school, she said,
"Mommy, can I play with your Touch-ear in the car?"
I can certainly understand her confusion... We'll keep working on it.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#7)
Jelly
We've been reading "Twas the Night Before Christmas" with Ivie before bed for several nights now, so she's familiarized herself with several of the lines. Sunday morning, as she was eating her breakfast (peaches and a pop-tart), I told her that she needed to drink ALL of her milk before she could get up and play with her cousins. She had several drinks, but was not yet finished, when she looked up at me, stressed, and said, "Mommy, I'm full! This milk is making my belly full of jelly!".
Referencing, of course, St. Nick's belly, "that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly."
Manners
We've been working with Ivie on the polite way of asking permission to leave the table after a meal. The most difficult word of the phrase for her at first was "excused" - it took her a week or so to get that one down. But now she's having a hard time grasping the meaning of "may", since she's much more familiar with the word "can". So her current version of the request is this:
"May can I be excused?"
Spelling
One day at the beach, as I was preparing to put Macie down for a nap, I was searching for her pacifier (because I'm still not in paci-mode and had only remembered to bring one). After looking around to no avail, I asked everyone sitting in the living room, "Have any of you seen Macie's p-a-c-i" (spelling it out so that she wouldn't hear me say "the word" and start sticking her tongue out in anticipation).
No one said a word, but everyone started looking around on the floor, the tables, the couch... Ivie, who was playing off to the side, looked up nonchalantly and said, "Macie's paci? You're looking for Macie's paci?"
Everyone just looked around at each other with bewildered looks, and I thought to myself, "If she can spell already, I'm in big trouble!" To test it out, I asked her how to spell paci. Her response?
"P-C-Y-L"
So she must just be really good at using contextual clues.
But this HAS gotten her in a spelling mood. Tonight, as we drove through Chick-fil-A for some ice cream (yes, they sell ice dream cones when it's 37 degrees outside), Ivie asked how to spell various animal words, including "mouse". So I spelled it for her, and then randomly started singing the "M-I-C... K-E-Y... M-O-U-S-E" song. I sang it a few times, and then told Ivie that if she could sing it, she would be able to spell mouse, too.
After we practiced a few times together, I asked her if she could spell "mouse" by herself. Here's what she said:
"M-O-U-deceive"
Fitting choice of words for her to use following the Christmas season and the many stories about Santa Claus.
We've been reading "Twas the Night Before Christmas" with Ivie before bed for several nights now, so she's familiarized herself with several of the lines. Sunday morning, as she was eating her breakfast (peaches and a pop-tart), I told her that she needed to drink ALL of her milk before she could get up and play with her cousins. She had several drinks, but was not yet finished, when she looked up at me, stressed, and said, "Mommy, I'm full! This milk is making my belly full of jelly!".
Referencing, of course, St. Nick's belly, "that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly."
Manners
We've been working with Ivie on the polite way of asking permission to leave the table after a meal. The most difficult word of the phrase for her at first was "excused" - it took her a week or so to get that one down. But now she's having a hard time grasping the meaning of "may", since she's much more familiar with the word "can". So her current version of the request is this:
"May can I be excused?"
Spelling
One day at the beach, as I was preparing to put Macie down for a nap, I was searching for her pacifier (because I'm still not in paci-mode and had only remembered to bring one). After looking around to no avail, I asked everyone sitting in the living room, "Have any of you seen Macie's p-a-c-i" (spelling it out so that she wouldn't hear me say "the word" and start sticking her tongue out in anticipation).
No one said a word, but everyone started looking around on the floor, the tables, the couch... Ivie, who was playing off to the side, looked up nonchalantly and said, "Macie's paci? You're looking for Macie's paci?"
Everyone just looked around at each other with bewildered looks, and I thought to myself, "If she can spell already, I'm in big trouble!" To test it out, I asked her how to spell paci. Her response?
"P-C-Y-L"
So she must just be really good at using contextual clues.
But this HAS gotten her in a spelling mood. Tonight, as we drove through Chick-fil-A for some ice cream (yes, they sell ice dream cones when it's 37 degrees outside), Ivie asked how to spell various animal words, including "mouse". So I spelled it for her, and then randomly started singing the "M-I-C... K-E-Y... M-O-U-S-E" song. I sang it a few times, and then told Ivie that if she could sing it, she would be able to spell mouse, too.
After we practiced a few times together, I asked her if she could spell "mouse" by herself. Here's what she said:
"M-O-U-deceive"
Fitting choice of words for her to use following the Christmas season and the many stories about Santa Claus.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#6)
Taste in Clothes
Last Wednesday morning, Ivie woke up early (6:45a), so she chilled in our room while Dale showered and dressed and I went downstairs to make my lunch and cut the day's round of Magic Bars for Dale's clients.
Upon my return upstairs, Dale was in his closet getting dressed in his typical work attire (slacks/dress shirt). As Ivie watched him choose his clothes, she struck up the following conversation:
Ivie (in her recent "dress-up" frame of mind): Daddy, what are you dressing up like?
Dale: I'm getting dressed for work!
Ivie: Oooooooohhhhh. Well... I don't even like that.
Dale: You don't?!? I'm sorry!
Apparently Ivie doesn't agree with Dale's taste in clothing...
Sugar
There's a southern saying that Dale's mom, Emma Jean ("Grandma"), uses with the girls all the time. Whenever she's craving a hug, she will say to them, "Come here and give me some sugar!". Ivie, at least, knows what Grandma's after and generally obliges....
Yesterday morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on my computer. Taking a break from her various activities, Ivie drifted over and asked if she could sit on my lap. After climbing up, she looked me in the eye and asked, "Can you give me lots of sugar, Mommy?!?".
I, of course, was more than happy to accommodate.
Christmas Tree
Around 9:30p last night, an hour and a half after getting in her bed, Ivie was still awake. Dale and I were downstairs watching television, and every once in a while we heard random noises coming from her room. Thuds, to be specific.
After 20 minutes or so, Dale went up to check on her. When he asked her what she was doing, she said she was "building a Christmas Tree".
At 5a when I went in to attempt to calm her out of a coughing spell, she was quick to point her "tree" out to me, as well.
So I thought it only fitting to share it with you...
Last Wednesday morning, Ivie woke up early (6:45a), so she chilled in our room while Dale showered and dressed and I went downstairs to make my lunch and cut the day's round of Magic Bars for Dale's clients.
Upon my return upstairs, Dale was in his closet getting dressed in his typical work attire (slacks/dress shirt). As Ivie watched him choose his clothes, she struck up the following conversation:
Ivie (in her recent "dress-up" frame of mind): Daddy, what are you dressing up like?
Dale: I'm getting dressed for work!
Ivie: Oooooooohhhhh. Well... I don't even like that.
Dale: You don't?!? I'm sorry!
Apparently Ivie doesn't agree with Dale's taste in clothing...
Sugar
There's a southern saying that Dale's mom, Emma Jean ("Grandma"), uses with the girls all the time. Whenever she's craving a hug, she will say to them, "Come here and give me some sugar!". Ivie, at least, knows what Grandma's after and generally obliges....
Yesterday morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on my computer. Taking a break from her various activities, Ivie drifted over and asked if she could sit on my lap. After climbing up, she looked me in the eye and asked, "Can you give me lots of sugar, Mommy?!?".
I, of course, was more than happy to accommodate.
Christmas Tree
Around 9:30p last night, an hour and a half after getting in her bed, Ivie was still awake. Dale and I were downstairs watching television, and every once in a while we heard random noises coming from her room. Thuds, to be specific.
After 20 minutes or so, Dale went up to check on her. When he asked her what she was doing, she said she was "building a Christmas Tree".
At 5a when I went in to attempt to calm her out of a coughing spell, she was quick to point her "tree" out to me, as well.
So I thought it only fitting to share it with you...
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#5)
She's a Schaeperkoetter
In the past couple of months, when Ivie gets frustrated or angry with someone, she turns to them, with her "mean face", and says, "You're making me HARD-HEADED!".
This must have come from school, but she's apparently misinterpreting the meaning. But I wouldn't be at all surprised if her teachers are referring to Ivie with that descriptor. Some says it's a Schaeperkoetter trait. So she just might have come by it honestly...
Organs
Recently, when we ask Ivie to go to the potty before leaving home for an outing and she doesn't have to go, she exclaims, "I don't have to go! There's NO POTTY in my throat!".
I've found this to be quite amusing, so I've let it go for a couple of weeks. But I've had my fun. Last night, I introduced her to the word "bladder".
Valpo
We took the girls to the UNC Men's Basketball game this afternoon versus Valparaiso. Speaking of, do you know where Valparaiso is? Dale knew it was in Indiana. I didn't. Here's a map if you're interested..
Macie was her usual terror at the game. It took me about 10 minutes to remember why I always decide after the first game of the year with a child (and now two) that I would be better served to just watch the games at home. At least until all children are (at a minimum) 3 years old. With Macie, if she's not eating, she's not happy. We (she and I) were ready to head home at halftime. But Ivie was having too much fun, so we stuck it out for 10 minutes of the 2nd half before hitting the door.
On our trek to the car, as we navigated the first of two long staircases, Ivie lagged behind me by about 6 stairs. We were still close enough to talk, though, and Ivie said to me, "Mommy, I had fun with you today!". She's said this before when she's having a sentimental moment, but this was especially sweet because it was so randomly timed. The folks around us on the stairs thought it was very cute, too!
Then, when we got to the car, she said, "Mommy, you make my heart feel very happy." The feeling is mutual, Iv.
In the past couple of months, when Ivie gets frustrated or angry with someone, she turns to them, with her "mean face", and says, "You're making me HARD-HEADED!".
This must have come from school, but she's apparently misinterpreting the meaning. But I wouldn't be at all surprised if her teachers are referring to Ivie with that descriptor. Some says it's a Schaeperkoetter trait. So she just might have come by it honestly...
Organs
Recently, when we ask Ivie to go to the potty before leaving home for an outing and she doesn't have to go, she exclaims, "I don't have to go! There's NO POTTY in my throat!".
I've found this to be quite amusing, so I've let it go for a couple of weeks. But I've had my fun. Last night, I introduced her to the word "bladder".
Valpo
We took the girls to the UNC Men's Basketball game this afternoon versus Valparaiso. Speaking of, do you know where Valparaiso is? Dale knew it was in Indiana. I didn't. Here's a map if you're interested..
Macie was her usual terror at the game. It took me about 10 minutes to remember why I always decide after the first game of the year with a child (and now two) that I would be better served to just watch the games at home. At least until all children are (at a minimum) 3 years old. With Macie, if she's not eating, she's not happy. We (she and I) were ready to head home at halftime. But Ivie was having too much fun, so we stuck it out for 10 minutes of the 2nd half before hitting the door.
On our trek to the car, as we navigated the first of two long staircases, Ivie lagged behind me by about 6 stairs. We were still close enough to talk, though, and Ivie said to me, "Mommy, I had fun with you today!". She's said this before when she's having a sentimental moment, but this was especially sweet because it was so randomly timed. The folks around us on the stairs thought it was very cute, too!
Then, when we got to the car, she said, "Mommy, you make my heart feel very happy." The feeling is mutual, Iv.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#4)
Just this morning, in the hour and a half that she was awake before we walked out the door to school and work, Ivie gave me enough material for another random thoughts post...
Halloween Song
I'd say 4 mornings out of 5 each work week we have to wake Ivie up a little after 7a to get her ready for school. This morning was the odd day out when she woke up on her own.
At about 6:40a, Dale and I heard her start singing. I was in the bathroom getting ready, and Dale was lying in bed reading (nearest the monitor), so I asked him several times what she was singing. He could never really make out the song(s). But she sang on, and on, and on.
About 10 minutes into her singing session, clear as day in an emphatic crescendo, both Dale and I hear...
"I DOOOOOOOON'T LIIIIIIIIIKE CANDY CORN!"
Those of you who have little Noggin/Moose A. Moose fans running around your homes will appreciate this. If you don't, it won't make any sense at all... So here's the video for you...
Rain
We're currently under a flood warning in North Carolina as the remnants of Hurricane Ida are dropping heavy rain that might ultimately equal 6 inches here... It rained on and off yesterday, and I think it precluded the kids from going outside at school. Which frustrates Ivie, who loves to go out and play.
This morning as we headed down the stairs, Ivie looked out the window at the front door. And saw that it was still raining.
Ivie (with an exasperated sigh): It's STIIIIIILL raining?!?
Me: Yes, Iv, it's going to rain allllll day today.
Ivie: That just DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!
I know it's disappointing, Iv. But you better get used to it, because it's supposed to rain for the next 3 days...
Halloween Song
I'd say 4 mornings out of 5 each work week we have to wake Ivie up a little after 7a to get her ready for school. This morning was the odd day out when she woke up on her own.
At about 6:40a, Dale and I heard her start singing. I was in the bathroom getting ready, and Dale was lying in bed reading (nearest the monitor), so I asked him several times what she was singing. He could never really make out the song(s). But she sang on, and on, and on.
About 10 minutes into her singing session, clear as day in an emphatic crescendo, both Dale and I hear...
"I DOOOOOOOON'T LIIIIIIIIIKE CANDY CORN!"
Those of you who have little Noggin/Moose A. Moose fans running around your homes will appreciate this. If you don't, it won't make any sense at all... So here's the video for you...
Rain
We're currently under a flood warning in North Carolina as the remnants of Hurricane Ida are dropping heavy rain that might ultimately equal 6 inches here... It rained on and off yesterday, and I think it precluded the kids from going outside at school. Which frustrates Ivie, who loves to go out and play.
This morning as we headed down the stairs, Ivie looked out the window at the front door. And saw that it was still raining.
Ivie (with an exasperated sigh): It's STIIIIIILL raining?!?
Me: Yes, Iv, it's going to rain allllll day today.
Ivie: That just DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!
I know it's disappointing, Iv. But you better get used to it, because it's supposed to rain for the next 3 days...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#3)
PJ's
2 Saturdays ago, before nap, I asked Ivie to take her shorts off and put on her Pull-Up (which she still wears for naps and overnight). I told her she could leave her t-shirt on, but she insisted on taking it off, because she wanted to wear her "jamamas" instead.
Too "out there" to even attempt a title...
Dale was gone Wednesday night. He called us on our way home from school, and Ivie and I were talking to him through my car's Bluetooth system. Dale told Ivie that he loved her, and Ivie responded with:
"I miss you, Daddy! I love you, I love you, I love you. (slight pause) I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it."
After she stopped, she and I both burst out laughing. Even SHE didn't know how to explain what had apparently come over her in that moment!
Dressing Up at School
While I definitely got the "Cool Mom" award for bringing in the homemade Halloween treats, I also made a critical error on the day of Ivie's fall festival at school. For a couple of days leading up to the party, there was a sign posted on the door that said they were letting the kids wear their costumes (a first, as they've never been allowed before). But since Ivie's only 3 1/2, and still doesn't remember that her Cheetos-covered fingers should be wiped on a napkin instead of her clothes, I didn't take the chance. I needed to save her Dorothy dress for trick-or-treating (and, ahem, pictures) the next day...
I figured there would be other parents who would feel the same way, and that Ivie wouldn't end up feeling too left out or even really noticing.
I figured wrong.
That day in the car after school, and probably about 10 times since then, Ivie has randomly looked me in the eye, transformed her face into its adorable little pout, and said, "Mommy, I'm so sad that you didn't let me wear my Dorothy costume to school." And then she goes on to describe to me the different costumes of the other kids in her class.
So let the record show, for Ivie's sake, that I HAVE told her that next year she can wear her costume to school. That gives me about 359 days to find one for her that won't show food stains...
2 Saturdays ago, before nap, I asked Ivie to take her shorts off and put on her Pull-Up (which she still wears for naps and overnight). I told her she could leave her t-shirt on, but she insisted on taking it off, because she wanted to wear her "jamamas" instead.
Too "out there" to even attempt a title...
Dale was gone Wednesday night. He called us on our way home from school, and Ivie and I were talking to him through my car's Bluetooth system. Dale told Ivie that he loved her, and Ivie responded with:
"I miss you, Daddy! I love you, I love you, I love you. (slight pause) I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it."
After she stopped, she and I both burst out laughing. Even SHE didn't know how to explain what had apparently come over her in that moment!
Dressing Up at School
While I definitely got the "Cool Mom" award for bringing in the homemade Halloween treats, I also made a critical error on the day of Ivie's fall festival at school. For a couple of days leading up to the party, there was a sign posted on the door that said they were letting the kids wear their costumes (a first, as they've never been allowed before). But since Ivie's only 3 1/2, and still doesn't remember that her Cheetos-covered fingers should be wiped on a napkin instead of her clothes, I didn't take the chance. I needed to save her Dorothy dress for trick-or-treating (and, ahem, pictures) the next day...
I figured there would be other parents who would feel the same way, and that Ivie wouldn't end up feeling too left out or even really noticing.
I figured wrong.
That day in the car after school, and probably about 10 times since then, Ivie has randomly looked me in the eye, transformed her face into its adorable little pout, and said, "Mommy, I'm so sad that you didn't let me wear my Dorothy costume to school." And then she goes on to describe to me the different costumes of the other kids in her class.
So let the record show, for Ivie's sake, that I HAVE told her that next year she can wear her costume to school. That gives me about 359 days to find one for her that won't show food stains...
Friday, October 9, 2009
Ivie's Random Thoughts (#2)
Zac Brown Band
As you know, Ivie loves "Chicken Fried". And she also recognizes the Zac Brown Band sound, because, prior to this week, every time "Whatever It Is" (LOVE THAT SONG!) came on the radio, she's asked, "Is this Chicken Fried, Mommy?", to which I try to explain to her that it's a different song by the same band.
I think she's gotten it. Monday, when "Whatever It Is" came on, Ivie said, "Mommy, is this the same guy?".
Waiting and Waiting
We've been talking for a couple of weeks about going to get pumpkins at the pumpkin patch. So far, Ivie's been very patient, but it's certainly been at the forefront of her mind.
Wednesday morning, on the way to school, Ivie lamented, "Mommy, I'm T-I-R-E-D." When I asked her why she was tired (as she'd gotten a full 11.5 hours of sleep the previous night), she responded, "I'm tired cuz I've been waiting and waiting to go to the pumpkin patch!".
It must be keeping her awake at night.
P.S. I wrote these two posts on Wednesday morning and was waiting for another "random thought" to add before publishing. But now that the week is almost over and I don't have another one, I'm going to go ahead and post. Mostly because we went on Wednesday evening to the first, of hopefully two, pumpkin patches for the year, so the "Waiting and Waiting" story above is "old news" - Ivie's had a great night's sleep the last two nights now that her pumpkins are on the front porch!
As you know, Ivie loves "Chicken Fried". And she also recognizes the Zac Brown Band sound, because, prior to this week, every time "Whatever It Is" (LOVE THAT SONG!) came on the radio, she's asked, "Is this Chicken Fried, Mommy?", to which I try to explain to her that it's a different song by the same band.
I think she's gotten it. Monday, when "Whatever It Is" came on, Ivie said, "Mommy, is this the same guy?".
Waiting and Waiting
We've been talking for a couple of weeks about going to get pumpkins at the pumpkin patch. So far, Ivie's been very patient, but it's certainly been at the forefront of her mind.
Wednesday morning, on the way to school, Ivie lamented, "Mommy, I'm T-I-R-E-D." When I asked her why she was tired (as she'd gotten a full 11.5 hours of sleep the previous night), she responded, "I'm tired cuz I've been waiting and waiting to go to the pumpkin patch!".
It must be keeping her awake at night.
P.S. I wrote these two posts on Wednesday morning and was waiting for another "random thought" to add before publishing. But now that the week is almost over and I don't have another one, I'm going to go ahead and post. Mostly because we went on Wednesday evening to the first, of hopefully two, pumpkin patches for the year, so the "Waiting and Waiting" story above is "old news" - Ivie's had a great night's sleep the last two nights now that her pumpkins are on the front porch!
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