Ya Ohn

Vivian is now in the habit of calling things, "my own" or "your own". She will say it anytime she is talking about mine or yours.

Mommy, can you help me with my own pants?
Mommy, is that your own necklace?
Mommy, those boots are your own.
That's not your own!
Mommy, are you working on ya ohn computer?

Sophie talking

Today on the way to school, we were playing "bus driver". Sophie gave me her hand and said, "Here ya go, Mrs. Bus Driver. Here's my ticket for the bus." She then asked me my name. I told her Renee, she reminded me that it is usually Maria when I am the bus driver. We then began to play I Spy. We were playing and chatting and I must have been chatting about something, because Sophie said, "Well, if you don't mind, we must continue our game of I Spy". I thought it was so funny she used the word "continue".

This morning when Vivi came into snuggle in my bed - early - she said my name - Robin - twice. . She may be just beginning to figure out that Mommy has a name.

Landmark Day - no nap

Today marks the first official day - Vivian went all day without taking a nap. She is positively growing up, no doubt about it. . . .
We had a lovely day today shopping at Target. I was shocked and surprised - she was so well behaved and sat in the top of the shopping cart for a good 40 min while we browsed for Halloween costumes. She was just as as good as gold while her big sister was at school. I enjoy having one-on-one time with little Viv.

Like Halloween? Not so much

Sophie has loved Halloween from Day 1. Her first year, she was a pink piggy, but years 2 and 3, she wore a glow in the dark skeleton pj's and wanted her face painted. She has 2 other prs of halloween pj's as well - size 3T. Of course, Vivian gets all this stuff handed down to her. But she wants nothing to do with it!

Vivian only wants girlie, girlie stuff. No black scary skeleton pjs', or orange/black halloween pj's. I even got them matching black turtlenecks with embroidered pumpkins, witch hats, etc. Sophie loves wearing her orange/black stuff, but vivian wants only pink things.

I will end up giving away this Halloween stuff since Vivian wants nothing to do with it. I think she is a little scared by all the Halloween stuff. So different from Sophie.

It's really funny when Sophie says, "But Vivian! You can't trick or treat if you don't wear a costume! And you know what the best part is about Halloween? When you get to go trick-or-treating, and then after your dinner, Mom and Dad tell ya you can have one piece of your CAAANDEEEEEE." (in a singsong voice)

Flying Skull incident

This was a Kodak moment.

We got our box of Halloween decor out yesterday. We did not leave the house all day long. We put our purple LED lights in the front bushes, our glowing skeleton in the yard and our scary Go Away rock out. We are also the proud owners of a flying skull with a propeller and bat wings. It hangs from a thin wire and flies around.

Vivian put her head a little too close to this treasure and ended up with a skull propeller in her hair! It could only be extricated with scissors.

As she was crying with the skull prop stuck in her hair, I said, "Hold on - Mommy will be right back." I had the wearwithall to grab the camera!

So SWEET!

I have been meaning to type this down since yesterday. I have all these moments that I swear I will type down, then I get doing something else, and before I know it, the memory has slipped past and is gone forever.

Anyway, yesterday during bath, we were chatting about her hair. She had worn her hair down for a day, and the beautiful curls get terribly tangled after a day or 2 of wearing it down. I was explaining how her hair gets less tangled and is easier to comb thru when we put it up in ponytails rather than wear it down.

She looks up at me from her supine position (she was wetting her hair) with just her face sticking out of the water and said,
"Well, Mommy, when I see you wear your hair some way, it kinda makes me want to wear my hair that way too."

Pah-za-see

Vivian has been doing #2 on the potty for a couple of months now. No more poopy diapers, but going on the potty has its own set of challenges. Her timing is impeccable in that it usually involves me having to get up in the middle of my meal to tend to this. I wouldn't mind if it were that simple. But often there is feces smeared on the seat or bowl, and since she takes a while in there, I can not just go off and leave her to her own devices. . .
Anyway, I stand and wait for her to be done. She tells me "Mommy- get owut".
I had a brainstorm. I figured this was a good time to teach her to say it politely. So I asked, "Do you need some privacy?"
She nodded and agreed, "Mommeee, I neeya sahn pah-za-see".

Now when she wants me to leave, she asks for pah-za-see.

Help me Pablo

The nap fairy brought Vivian a root beer barrel today. The nap fairy visits our house when children take naps, and if said children line up their shoes by the door, the nap fairy may leave a treat in their shoe. Anyhow, I asked her twice if she wanted my help, which she refused.

Finally, she said, "Help Me, Pablo. I'm Tasha." and she offered me her root beer barrel to open the wrapper.

Usually, I am Abuela and she is Boots or Dora. Lately, I have to be Daddy and she is Sophie. But Pablo and Tasha was a new one. Also, she directs me to be Miss Lindsey and she is Harper Kate, and says, "ba-ba-ba".