K-ism of the day

Driving in the car, talking to her cousin:

"I am going to have a birthday party. It's going to be barbies and princesses and butterflies. I will invite you. Everything will be pink and purple. Those are my favorite colors. I am going to have a biiiiiiiiiig cake and a bouncy house. It's going to be so cool. I am ALL about birthdays.

Her cousin just looked at her like she is crazy (he is a boy, obviously boy's aren't all about birthdays)

Her birthday is in January. She has a long time to plan this shindig.

Shopping

So, I gave up shopping for Lent. How sad is it that it is absolutely killing me? I see the cutest things all over the place...and I have to restrain myself. Does that signal an addiction? Do I have a problem? Do I care if I do?

Raising a well-mannered child

Can you tell me how it is possible? Is there a way to do it without going insane? Because I would really like a trick or two.
Yesterday K's teacher told me that she got in trouble at school for talking back to teachers. Apparently, she was told to do something and yelled "NO!" to the teacher. What? Am I raising a monster? So, as is our rule, when she has a "bad day" at school, she gets no movies in the evening. She knows this rule. It's something we have been very, very strict on. It always causes an nightmare, but we hold to it... always. I also told that today she needed to go in and apologize to her teacher.
Hopefully all of this will work!

One of those torn days

As I was leaving the house at dark-thirty this morning, I was torn. Very torn. I didn't want to leave my baby. I know this feeling passes, it always does. And honestly, I am happy with my choice to be a working mom. However, there are days when I wish I could just say: You know what? For today I change my mind. Today, I am going to stay home with my girl and snuggle and play and enjoy her. Maybe teach her to bake my favorite cookies. I just wanted to spend a mommy/K day and soak in her innocence and youth...I know it's not going to be around for very long.

Monday!

So, the weekend was good. We did a bit of birthday partying, a bit of shopping, a bit of seeing friends and the major accomplishment was getting the playroom cleared out and almost entirely painted. Go us! The only thing left is to paint the wall that I plan on doing multi-color boxes on. Of course I am in over my head on this one...but it may turn out well, who knows!

We hit Ikea last night and bought the storage unit that will house the endless supply of toys in the new playroom. Now we just have to build it. Bad part of Ikea - the building. We are also trying to get rid of the old desk, chair and bookshelf that were once in that room. We put an ad on Craigslist and had one guy say he was interested but then he emailed and "his ride got caught up with a flat tire" so he couldn't make it. Interesting.

Last night we went to dinner and K's meal came first and she was so kind, she shared a bite with each of us. She announced "I will share with you mommy! I will share with you daddy! Now I will share with my tummy!"

Watching the market today...intersting. Is it the turn around we need? I guess time will tell.

Annnnd Again! Again!

I have been deathly ill for the last two days, so what better time to start blogging again? Yeah, I know, I am just kidding myself thinking I am going to keep it up. Oh well, doesn't hurt to try! 

Watching the Today Show while sniffling and snorting and they just showed something called "bootie legs". They get a big WTF? Seriously, dumbest idea ever. Can't find a link to them, but they are basically a piece of fabric that zips over your leg to make it look like you are wearing a "boot". Really, there is no reason for that.

Happy first day of spring! K was very excited today because she wanted to pick flowers. I didn't really get to explain to her that it takes a while for the flowers to actually bloom in the spring. Why couldn't I tell her? Oh, because I have no voice. Again. Damn colds and my voice...I always get stuck with laryngitis. 

Weekend plans: Nothing if I don't get better! 

Daddy, it's not beer!

Quick funny:

We were trying to get K to drink some medicine yesterday and Mike came up with the idea to tell her it was just like the drink he always drinks (he was talking about vitamin water) K looked at him and said "Daddy! It's not BEER!" Oh Snap!

Is it vacation time yet?

I really, really need it. We have mmm....3 weeks left until we head to sunny Mexico and by that time I may very well lose my mind. K is a nut these days. Everything we tell her to do, she does the opposite. Getting her to actually do anything? Becomes a major battle. Even little things like oh, putting on her shoes? That takes 20 minutes of begging and pleading and bribing. Please, tell me it gets better.

In good news though, she is so smart and so lovely. She is just amazing (if crazy making)  

Sick little girl

When I went to pick up K today, she had a fever of 102.5 and kept saying over and over "I'm sick mommy, I'm sick". Poor bug, she looks so miserable. She hardly ever looks this sick. The problem is that I am in a total crunch week at work and absolutely, positively cannot take any time off this week...so Mike has to step up. He is thinking that he will stay home with her during the day and then go into the office at night...how awful is that? Ugh. 

Here's crossing fingers that whatever it is that Miss K has clears up really, really quickly! 

Starting up again

It's so hard to keep this up, but I so want to. There are so many things in Miss K's life that I want to remember...and if I don't write them down I know I won't, so here I am. I have been slacking, and I am sure I will slack again, but this is an attempt.

Kaelyn is wonderful. Amazing. The light of our lives. I am constantly amazed that she is MY little girl. How did I get so lucky? She is smart, and funny, and beautiful... she is a miracle. 

She loves ballet, macaroni & cheese, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, dresses that "twirl out", ice, fuzzy crocs, dill pickles, bubble baths, gymnastics, movies of herself, jumping on daddy, books. She has inherited my tendency to be cold all the time and tends to wear a jacket all day. She has a wonderful sense of humor, although we are trying desperately to teach her a new joke since the only one she knows is a horrible knock-knock joke about an orange and a banana. 

Her imagination is vivid to put it mildly. Lately she has been telling us that she is going to turn her car into an airplane and on a vacation with her friends. We told her she needed to wait until she was 12 to do that, she did not appreciate that very much.

All in all, life is good. Mike and I are working too much...but there may be a light at the end of the tunnel there for both of us. 

If nothing else, there is vacation to look forward to, we are headed to Mexico in 6 weeks, so that is a shining light! 

I will be better next week

K was just coughing. I asked her what was wrong and she said she was "wasn't feeling well" but that she would feel better next week. 

Then she thought about it more and decided no, she would feel better when she started ballet lessons.

Have I mentioned that there are NO openings in any ballet class anywhere in our area? I guess she is going to be sick for quite a while.

Happy Easter!

I have been waiting over a year for K to wear this dress. I bought it last year and fell in love with it then...thankfully it fit!

Word of warning - 3 year olds and Easter Mass don't go well together. Especially when you are a bit late and get stuck in the overflow room watching Mass on the Jumbotron.

Another word of warning - If your child has not been inside a church since his or her baptism 3 years prior (shush!) try to explain the whole "church" thing well before you actually go to church so you don't have a child asking "Mommy, what is CHURCH????" while you are walking into the mass. Talk about advertising that you are raising your child to be a heathen.

White Princess Mommy

Kaelyn recently saw pictures from our wedding and decided that I was a "white princess" on our wedding day, which is adorable. Unfortunately, it also made her very angry because she wasn't there. She just doesn not understand why she was not invited and why she didn't get to dance with me when I was a white princess. Try explaining pre-life to a 3-year old, I dare you. Know how we got through it? We promised that if we get married again, she will get to be there...and not only be there, she gets to get married with us too.

mornings are rough

One thing I can say is that my daughter and I deal with mornings in the same way, with great disdain. Neither of us are fans of birds chirping and waking us out of what was a sound sleep. We would both rather awake when WE want to not when the alarm (or in her case Daddy) tells us to. It would be so much easier if life would adjust to our natural schedules!

Add the fact that I have given up coffee again... Mornings are no my friend.

Big Girl Panties

Well, well, well... who knew that all you had to do was put her in regular underwear to potty train her? Seriously, that's what just happened. On Saturday we said "No more Pull-ups" and put her in regular panties (which have princesses on the *swoon*) and since then, she has had ONE accident. One. And that was a small one when she was on her way to the potty. All these months of messing with pull-ups and being convinced she was goig to go to college in them...all it took was regular underware.

Left, right, Left

My daughter recently learned her left and right. How? I don't know. I really don't. I do know that I was around eight when I learned mine. Does that make her really smart or me really dumb? Nevermind, don't answer that.

Why?

Everyone warned me. I really can't say that it was unexpected...and yet, the on-set of the "whys" have me up in arms.

It starts in the morning:

mommy, why do I have to go to school?
Because Mommy and Daddy have to work sweetie.
Why?
Because it's what mommy's and daddy's do to make sure we can pay for things.
Why?
Because we like having a house and food
Why?
Because Iamlosingmyeverlovingmindandwillgiveanythingtoexitthisconversation...want some chocolate?

And so it goes, ever statement is met with a "why" and no answer is ever left without a "why" follow-up.

Hey, at least she is curious, right?

Kaelyn at three

The people that admit that three is much harder than two are not lying. They really aren't. The drama, oh the drama! It's always there with a three-year old. K is our little drama queen, there are times when I am convinced she is going to be an actress, or that we need to invest in a fainting couch for her frequent over the top fits of indegnation.

In her world at 3:

she is 38 1/4 inches tall, and weighs 34 pounds (85th and 80th percentile respectively) According to her doctor she is on track to be 5'7".

She has recently learned her left and right. How, we aren't sure...but after much quizing by us to prove to ourselves that she knows it, she sure does!

She is starting to sound out letters and figure out that letters form words.

Potty training is slooooow going with this kid. She knows that when she uses big girl panties all the time she will get to start ballet (which she is desperate to do!) but she is just not ready to do it yet.

She is still loving dolls, princesses and books. Her favortie books are "Pinkalicious" and "The Belly Button Book". Those are read every night without fail. In fact, last night while I was reading to her she recited all of Pinkalicious to me from memory!

She is doing well in school, has good friends. She is talking about them coming to her house...so I would imagine that play-dates are around the corner for us.

All in all, she is a healthy, happy, fun and tiring little girl!