Before I tell this tale, I should begin by telling the tale of the pierced ear. On Tues, we went to the mall to see Santa and I always ask Sophie if she wants earrings. I was trying to talk to Vivian about it before this trip to the mall, when Sophie chirped up and said she wanted some earrings. I was THRILLED. We went to Claire's and Sophie was all ready. She had her teddy bear with her, sat in the chair, picked out the crystal flowers she wanted and everything.
There was only one employee in the store, and well, we left with only one ear pierced! It was way too traumatic to do the 2nd one. There were lots of tears. I suggested we go visit Santa and think over the 2nd ear. No candy bribe on earth could convince her to do the 2nd ear.
We left $40 poorer, with one earring.
Well, tonite, Friday night, after many warnings and admonishings, the girls were jumping and wrestling on the bed while I talked to Daddy on the phone, on the bed with them, mind you. All of sudden, Sophie cries out, "My earring! It came out! It got caught in Vivian's hair!" Sure enough, I looked to see an empty hole. I was so angry. I hung up the phone with Daddy, rushed to the bathroom with the alcohol and tried to get that earring back in the hole. It would only slide in 1/2 way easily. I tried as gently as I could, with Sophie's help, she was being very still, but it was no use.
She had one ear pierced for 3 days. Bye bye earring.
They are sleeping in separate rooms tonight. I am not happy.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
first thing in the morning
Neither of the girls like to eat breakfast the minute they wake up, but about 45 min after they wake, they are hungry. Vivian likes to ask for lollipops first thing. Then, when we get in the van to go somewhere, she asks for gum - especially in Costco for some reason.
The other day, she was singing "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do". It was interesting, b/c I have not sung that to her in a good 6-8 mos. Her musical memory and intelligence is incredible. She has a very broad repetoire of songs she knows.
One day after she pushed her cousin Ashton down, she told me, "I wannoo say sahwee Asston". She remembers lots of things like that. She says to me, "Are you sad because your mom died?" and "Are you sad b/c G.G. died?"
About a month ago, we were in the grocery store and the person who helped us take the groceries to the car had a strange tic. He would say streams of numbers and information conversationally, but it took you a few seconds to realize it didn't make sense. He was sort of like Rainman or something. It was our first encounter with a special person like this. Sophie just sort of looked at me sheepishly and wasn't quite sure what to do. She was a little scared.
I tried to make conversation by saying, "Isn't this man so nice to help us with our groceries?"
After we said thank you to him, and he went back into the store, Sophie looked at me as I strapped her into her car seat and whispered, "Mommy, I think that many was kind of strange."
I was proud of her that she had an innate sense of tact - she did not shout out anything like I probably would have done at that age, "Hey, what are you talking about???" She was careful to make sure he did not hear her comment and she was naturally nervous about the strangeness. That tells me her intuition is working fine.
Then the next week, we went to the dr. office for my TB test so I can be on the substitute list at the girls' preschool. A mentally retarded younger adult man came in, tended by 2 women. The girls were playing a game on the floor "Jumpin Josie" where I sing a song and they do the actions. When it got to crawling, the M.R. guy wanted to crawl around with them, and they were very scared. Except, I think Vivian thought it was great fun. The poor guy did not know how scary his roaring was, and Sophie jumped in my lap cowering, but Vivian thought it was hilarious.
Also, the other night at bedtime, Sophie asked me about cigarettes and what they were. That was a first.
The other day, she was singing "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do". It was interesting, b/c I have not sung that to her in a good 6-8 mos. Her musical memory and intelligence is incredible. She has a very broad repetoire of songs she knows.
One day after she pushed her cousin Ashton down, she told me, "I wannoo say sahwee Asston". She remembers lots of things like that. She says to me, "Are you sad because your mom died?" and "Are you sad b/c G.G. died?"
About a month ago, we were in the grocery store and the person who helped us take the groceries to the car had a strange tic. He would say streams of numbers and information conversationally, but it took you a few seconds to realize it didn't make sense. He was sort of like Rainman or something. It was our first encounter with a special person like this. Sophie just sort of looked at me sheepishly and wasn't quite sure what to do. She was a little scared.
I tried to make conversation by saying, "Isn't this man so nice to help us with our groceries?"
After we said thank you to him, and he went back into the store, Sophie looked at me as I strapped her into her car seat and whispered, "Mommy, I think that many was kind of strange."
I was proud of her that she had an innate sense of tact - she did not shout out anything like I probably would have done at that age, "Hey, what are you talking about???" She was careful to make sure he did not hear her comment and she was naturally nervous about the strangeness. That tells me her intuition is working fine.
Then the next week, we went to the dr. office for my TB test so I can be on the substitute list at the girls' preschool. A mentally retarded younger adult man came in, tended by 2 women. The girls were playing a game on the floor "Jumpin Josie" where I sing a song and they do the actions. When it got to crawling, the M.R. guy wanted to crawl around with them, and they were very scared. Except, I think Vivian thought it was great fun. The poor guy did not know how scary his roaring was, and Sophie jumped in my lap cowering, but Vivian thought it was hilarious.
Also, the other night at bedtime, Sophie asked me about cigarettes and what they were. That was a first.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Sad Days
Grandma Cindy passed away 5 days ago, and her funeral was yesterday. On the day she passed, we went to her house to get some photo albums so I could work on a slide show of photos of her for the service.
Vivian ran to the "prize drawer" and got bracelets out of it. She ran down the hallway, shouting to show me the bracelets - "LOOK, Mama!" So I asked her if she had gotten them from the prize drawer and she said yes. Then she took off, calling "Gwamma Cindee! Gwamma Cindee!" She wanted to show her that she had gotten the bracelets. It was totally heartbreaking.
The prize drawer remains fully stocked to this day. There is a "stash" drawer right beside it which fed the prize drawer. I am so glad the girls will have photos and fond memories of how much their Grandma Cindy loved them.
Today, the girls were playing in the basement, and I called them to come outside with me. Sophie said, "OK, Nu-gie" to Vivian. Nugie is Grandma Cindy's dog's nickname for Nugget, his "real" name. Then Sophie explained to me they were playing Grandma Cindy's Fetch. "I'm pretending to be Grandma Cindy, and Vivian is pretending to be Nugie and she has the Tinkertoy in her mouth!"
Vivian ran to the "prize drawer" and got bracelets out of it. She ran down the hallway, shouting to show me the bracelets - "LOOK, Mama!" So I asked her if she had gotten them from the prize drawer and she said yes. Then she took off, calling "Gwamma Cindee! Gwamma Cindee!" She wanted to show her that she had gotten the bracelets. It was totally heartbreaking.
The prize drawer remains fully stocked to this day. There is a "stash" drawer right beside it which fed the prize drawer. I am so glad the girls will have photos and fond memories of how much their Grandma Cindy loved them.
Today, the girls were playing in the basement, and I called them to come outside with me. Sophie said, "OK, Nu-gie" to Vivian. Nugie is Grandma Cindy's dog's nickname for Nugget, his "real" name. Then Sophie explained to me they were playing Grandma Cindy's Fetch. "I'm pretending to be Grandma Cindy, and Vivian is pretending to be Nugie and she has the Tinkertoy in her mouth!"
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