Disney Hollywood Studios
Wed March 31, 2010
This park didn't open til 9am, and there weren't any "extra special magic" hours so we could have a leisurely breakfast and sleep in a bit more today.
We ate our breakfast at Garden Grove at the Swan again which was fine. We then took the ferry from our dock at Swan to DHS. Super easy and the girls loved it.
As soon as we got in the gate, around 9am, we headed straight back for the Toy Story ride Fast Passes - we got our fast pass for 12-1pm time slot. Now it was 9:15 - what to do? We headed to Playhouse Disney show - it was a puppet show featuring Tigger and Pooh, MM Clubhouse, Little Einsteins and Handy Manny. A giant puppet commercial for all the disney cartoons.
Then we hit Voyage of the Little Mermaid. This show was SUPER cool. The effects were awesome - water sprays you as the ship gets tossed about in the storm. The girls screamed with delight.
We headed to the Honey I Shrunk the Kids playground, where you are smaller than an ant. The girls loved that. Then it was almost time for lunch - I didn't realize I had signed us up for a character lunch. It was at Hollywood and Vine - Leo, June, Jojo and Goliath were there. The girls were in heaven! Viv wanted to monopolize the characters' time and wanted to run up to them when they were visiting other kids' tables. We got autographs from all the characters. They also did songs and dancing in the middle of the lunch. Getting my abstinent food was a bit trickier here, but I did OK.
After lunch, it was time for the Toy Story ride. This was so fun! Definitely worth it. Then we saw Beauty and the Beast show. I love musicals, what can I say? This led us to the worst experience we had so far in Disney - the Backlot tour. We waited in line for 30 minutes - then were led into a water studio, with a PT boat and simulations of bullets and bombings. It was showing you how they made effects for the Pearl Harbor movie. Then we were led to the tram car.
There is ONE special effect on this whole ride - the only things you see are the old Walt Disney plane Walt used to fly over and scope out the Disney property. The special effect we were going to see - a tanker getting blown up and a flood of water didn't even work! We sat in the "canyon" set for 20 min, and finally we just left without getting a show at all. A colossal waste of time. Universal Studios backlot tour is 100 times better.
By now it was 2:45pm and at 3pm was the Block Party parade. The girls were begging to go back to the hotel to take a nap - the sun was getting pretty warm - I was loving it. We got to see the parade start and all the Toy Story and Monsters Inc characters come out. Then we hopped the ferry back to the hotel.
The girls took NO nap.. .just laid in bed giggling and getting their second wind. We dressed, hopped the ferry again to DHS and hopped a bus to Boma, the alleged best restaurant in all of Disney at Animal Kingdom Lodge. I was able to get abstinent food here, but the food at ESPN was much better and cheaper than the abstinent food at Boma. Almost everything here is cooked with sugar. But this is the only place they had caffeine free diet coke.
At the bus stop, Viv said she had to pee really, really bad. She couldn't wait. No bus was in sight. Just as I grabbed her hand to take her across the street to pee behind a palm tree, my lasik vision reveals the bus we need! I tell her to hold it - our bus is here. Thank goodness, she didn't pee her pants on the bus.
We finally got home and couldn't get their teeth brushed fast enough! They are fast asleep now. All day, Sophie kept saying, Viv, only zero more days til Magic Kingdom!!! As she ate her dinner, she said, Viv I have zero more chicken nuggets, and zero more days til Magic Kingdom. They are all set to wear their costumes tomorrow - Sophie will wear her Minnie M. costume and Viv has chosen her Aurora dress, compliments of Grandma Cindy.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Disney! Day 1
We're on our first trip to Disney World in Florida and I want to write our adventures down so I don't forget anything. It's been so much fun so far.
Mar 29, 2010 - We get up at the crack of dawn to get our flight from Dulles to Orlando. But don't worry, the flight is 40 minutes delayed, so we get to listen to complaints of ,"I'm tired of waiting! How much longer? It's already been one-hundred hours! I can't wait any more, Mommy!"
When we finally arrive, we are all past starving. Thank goodness we have a driver waiting with a sign at baggage claim that says "Welcome Wheatfall Family". Our bags come very quickly and we proceed to the van. Our driver Manny is very nice.
Once we arrive at the Swan, we get our room, put our things in the room (after a bit of a delay b/c the room isn't quite ready yet) and go to the Garden Grove restaurant. It's 1:45pm and they close at 2pm. . . The restaurant has a huge tree in the middle of it - quaint.
We then proceed to the pool, but with a high wind blowing, it's barely 70 degrees and FREEZING. The girls don't care. I tell them no way I am getting in that water, but good old daddy gets in with them. They swim while I doze off in the lounge chair in a hoodie to protect me from the cold wind.
I stop by the hotel's Disney desk to buy our 3 day passes. Grand total for family of 4? $864!!!! This makes me even more curious to find out what all the Disney-mania is all about.
We go back to our room and they nap. I shower and get ready for dinner. We forage for food by walking on "The Boardwalk" area to the ESPN Zone. It's a loud sports bar type place with TV's blaring. I tell them I'm allergic to flour and sugar and the chef comes out himself. They fixed my food perfectly abstinently.
In the hotel room, I present Sophie and Viv with the first of their "presents" - new Tiana nightgowns. Then I show them their autograph books I bought them, and explain what "autographs" are.
We settle back in for a good night's sleep, while Daddy and I map out our adventure at the Animal Kingdom park the next day.
March 30, 2010
We wake up at 6am. Garden Grove breakfast opens at 6:30am at our hotel and we get there around 7am. Animal Kingdom opens at 8am and we need to get the transportation to the park. I am very impressed the breakfast buffet has plain low-fat yogurt! I have never seen a restaurant that has it. I make a bowl, pour in my 1 oz of shredded wheat and cut up a banana. I take a bite, only to find out it is vanilla yogurt! We make friends with Erik the manager and he brings me plain, yogurt in the container so I can see it. They also bring me oatmeal, no charge.
We anxiously await our bus outside the hotel. It's the first time taking the Disney Transport system. It works great and really is hassle free.
We get to Animal Kingdom just as they are opening the gates a little before 8am. There is a welcome show starring Mickey and Minnie in khaki outback gear. We rush straight to the back of the park to the Kilamanjaro Safari. We easily walk briskly through the empty snake lines, and I'm thinking how wonderful this is we are early. I can only imagine what it would be like if you were snaked in there, mid-day, in 90 degree Florida heat. Not fun.
The safari is a success - we see lots of animals (albeit the lion and cheetah are quarantined up on a rock so they can't escape - this makes them guaranteed to be visible). Then we take a train to Rafiki's petting zoo, where Vivian is in heaven. She grabs a brush and begins brushing anything that will stand still. There are rams, goats and sheep. The animals sometimes walk back and forth between their roped areas, and I look over to see Vivian escorting a sheep from one area to the other. She is walking alongside the animal like it's been her best friend for 20 years! She claimed this was her favorite part of the day.
We then made our way to the Festival of the Lion King. There were a bunch of characters in costume and Sophie pointed out our first princess!!! It was Pocahontas. Viv demands to see her and I have to explain to her that there is a LINE and we must wait. She just wants to run up to her and start hugging her. . . This was their first autograph.
On our way to Lion King, Vivian had quite a fit - she did not want to see this show at ALL. She was very concerned about Simba's father dying, and hates that. She wanted nothing to do with it at all. Luckily, it is not a recreation of the story of the Lion King, but only a "festival" - more like a circus. 4 singers perform songs, engaging the crowd, and giant robotic versions of Poomba, Simba, an elephant and a giraffe watch. There are gymnasts dressed like "monkeys" who perform on parallel bars and rings and a trampoline. It's quite clever.
The highlight of the day may have been right before lunch. Mickey and Minnie had lines for autographs - Viv wanted to see Mickey and Sophie, Minnie. We split up and I went with Viv to see Mickey. Minnie's line was a bit shorter, and Daddy called us over, but Viv insisted on Mickey.
As we waited in line, a young russian guy with ballcap was looking around nervously. He motioned to someone, calling faintly, "Natasha!". He didn't get "natasha's" attention, so he looks at me, tells me, "i'll be right back" and takes off for about 10 minutes.
I look over to watch for him, and see him standing near the Mickey line, meanwhile we are getting closer and closer to Mickey. I am thinking to myself, "No way am I letting him back in here when I've been waiting patiently with my 3yo." He then comes back in the line when we are at least 1/2 way to Mickey, with a young wife and 6yo looking daughter. He doesn't even acknowledge me or ask permission or anything. He just stands in front of me. Then he gets on his cell phone and starts talking about an HMO or something. His wife(?) is looking nervously at me and I am thinking to myself , "I'm really mad. I don't like this. This isn't fair."
Now I do not want to cause bad juju at the "happiest place on earth". I do not want to be a "hater" but still, in my gut, I feel fair is fair. I finally say to him and his wife, "I have been waiting with my daughter and you are just cutting back in line. I never said I would save your place. I would like to go in front of you. If you are going to cut back in line, you can go behind us, not in front of us." He looks at me, apologetically, b/c he knows darn well that what he has tried to do is not fair. He says, "Parhaps dare hes beeen some misteek. I tolt you I would be beck." So I said, "I did not agree to save your place. I don't even know you. You can go behind us." His wife said, "Ok, that is fine. We are sorry."
I felt uncomfortable with the situation, but still felt it had to be done in the name of fairness. Not long after this, the person working Mickey's line says, "Mickey has only 5 more minutes. Then he has to take a break."
It is almost 11am, time for our lunch reservations at Rainforest Cafe, back at the entrance to the park. My husband is already on his way there with Sophie, since Minnie's line was shorter. "4 minutes til Mickey has to take a break." I'm doing the mental math, there are 3 people ahead of us. Finally it's our turn - Viv is DELIGHTED to say the least. She hands Mickey her autograph book. She poses with him. Even I run up after snapping some photos of her and pose for the PhotoPass photographer. As we leave, we hear the person working the line say, "Sorry folks, Mickey will be back in 5 minutes - he's taking a break."
I was SO GLAD I stood up for justice with the russian!
Lunch at Rainforest Cafe was so awesome. It's literally like a magical rainforest park inside there. There were robotic gorillas, a huge tree python, tons of saltwater fish tanks. The kids absolutely loved it. If only all restaurants were like this - they were not bored for one second.
After lunch, we tried to walk a nature trail and see some animals, but the girls were begging to go back to the hotel and take a nap (?). Who was I to argue this? We did browse through a giftshop on our way out and the girls could not decide on one souvenir. . Viv is leaning toward white sequin wedding mouse ears. . . .
We hopped back on the bus and at the hotel, they napped. When they awoke, they swam with Daddy while I took a nap.
I then presented them with new dresses - I had no idea this would cause such mayhem. It seems that Viv did not like the dress I got her - she wanted the one I got Sophie (of course) but it was not her size. I got them flower clips for their hair too, and this caused Viv to have a meltdown as well. I gave them some princess lip gloss, pink for Sophie, purple for Viv, but didn't realize that the "pink" had a picture of Ariel on it. . . oy vey.
After the tears were dried, we had dinner at Il Mulino, a very expensive, not worth it at all, Italian restaurant here in the Swan hotel. I got a huge piece of steak that was a great cut, but way more than I needed and it was $45!!!???
We let the girls take a walk to the boardwalk overlook so we can see the fireworks at Epcot at 9pm. They don't last long and it's not terribly cold out like yesterday.
We go back to the hotel, and they go right to bed. Time to plan Day 2.
Mar 29, 2010 - We get up at the crack of dawn to get our flight from Dulles to Orlando. But don't worry, the flight is 40 minutes delayed, so we get to listen to complaints of ,"I'm tired of waiting! How much longer? It's already been one-hundred hours! I can't wait any more, Mommy!"
When we finally arrive, we are all past starving. Thank goodness we have a driver waiting with a sign at baggage claim that says "Welcome Wheatfall Family". Our bags come very quickly and we proceed to the van. Our driver Manny is very nice.
Once we arrive at the Swan, we get our room, put our things in the room (after a bit of a delay b/c the room isn't quite ready yet) and go to the Garden Grove restaurant. It's 1:45pm and they close at 2pm. . . The restaurant has a huge tree in the middle of it - quaint.
We then proceed to the pool, but with a high wind blowing, it's barely 70 degrees and FREEZING. The girls don't care. I tell them no way I am getting in that water, but good old daddy gets in with them. They swim while I doze off in the lounge chair in a hoodie to protect me from the cold wind.
I stop by the hotel's Disney desk to buy our 3 day passes. Grand total for family of 4? $864!!!! This makes me even more curious to find out what all the Disney-mania is all about.
We go back to our room and they nap. I shower and get ready for dinner. We forage for food by walking on "The Boardwalk" area to the ESPN Zone. It's a loud sports bar type place with TV's blaring. I tell them I'm allergic to flour and sugar and the chef comes out himself. They fixed my food perfectly abstinently.
In the hotel room, I present Sophie and Viv with the first of their "presents" - new Tiana nightgowns. Then I show them their autograph books I bought them, and explain what "autographs" are.
We settle back in for a good night's sleep, while Daddy and I map out our adventure at the Animal Kingdom park the next day.
March 30, 2010
We wake up at 6am. Garden Grove breakfast opens at 6:30am at our hotel and we get there around 7am. Animal Kingdom opens at 8am and we need to get the transportation to the park. I am very impressed the breakfast buffet has plain low-fat yogurt! I have never seen a restaurant that has it. I make a bowl, pour in my 1 oz of shredded wheat and cut up a banana. I take a bite, only to find out it is vanilla yogurt! We make friends with Erik the manager and he brings me plain, yogurt in the container so I can see it. They also bring me oatmeal, no charge.
We anxiously await our bus outside the hotel. It's the first time taking the Disney Transport system. It works great and really is hassle free.
We get to Animal Kingdom just as they are opening the gates a little before 8am. There is a welcome show starring Mickey and Minnie in khaki outback gear. We rush straight to the back of the park to the Kilamanjaro Safari. We easily walk briskly through the empty snake lines, and I'm thinking how wonderful this is we are early. I can only imagine what it would be like if you were snaked in there, mid-day, in 90 degree Florida heat. Not fun.
The safari is a success - we see lots of animals (albeit the lion and cheetah are quarantined up on a rock so they can't escape - this makes them guaranteed to be visible). Then we take a train to Rafiki's petting zoo, where Vivian is in heaven. She grabs a brush and begins brushing anything that will stand still. There are rams, goats and sheep. The animals sometimes walk back and forth between their roped areas, and I look over to see Vivian escorting a sheep from one area to the other. She is walking alongside the animal like it's been her best friend for 20 years! She claimed this was her favorite part of the day.
We then made our way to the Festival of the Lion King. There were a bunch of characters in costume and Sophie pointed out our first princess!!! It was Pocahontas. Viv demands to see her and I have to explain to her that there is a LINE and we must wait. She just wants to run up to her and start hugging her. . . This was their first autograph.
On our way to Lion King, Vivian had quite a fit - she did not want to see this show at ALL. She was very concerned about Simba's father dying, and hates that. She wanted nothing to do with it at all. Luckily, it is not a recreation of the story of the Lion King, but only a "festival" - more like a circus. 4 singers perform songs, engaging the crowd, and giant robotic versions of Poomba, Simba, an elephant and a giraffe watch. There are gymnasts dressed like "monkeys" who perform on parallel bars and rings and a trampoline. It's quite clever.
The highlight of the day may have been right before lunch. Mickey and Minnie had lines for autographs - Viv wanted to see Mickey and Sophie, Minnie. We split up and I went with Viv to see Mickey. Minnie's line was a bit shorter, and Daddy called us over, but Viv insisted on Mickey.
As we waited in line, a young russian guy with ballcap was looking around nervously. He motioned to someone, calling faintly, "Natasha!". He didn't get "natasha's" attention, so he looks at me, tells me, "i'll be right back" and takes off for about 10 minutes.
I look over to watch for him, and see him standing near the Mickey line, meanwhile we are getting closer and closer to Mickey. I am thinking to myself, "No way am I letting him back in here when I've been waiting patiently with my 3yo." He then comes back in the line when we are at least 1/2 way to Mickey, with a young wife and 6yo looking daughter. He doesn't even acknowledge me or ask permission or anything. He just stands in front of me. Then he gets on his cell phone and starts talking about an HMO or something. His wife(?) is looking nervously at me and I am thinking to myself , "I'm really mad. I don't like this. This isn't fair."
Now I do not want to cause bad juju at the "happiest place on earth". I do not want to be a "hater" but still, in my gut, I feel fair is fair. I finally say to him and his wife, "I have been waiting with my daughter and you are just cutting back in line. I never said I would save your place. I would like to go in front of you. If you are going to cut back in line, you can go behind us, not in front of us." He looks at me, apologetically, b/c he knows darn well that what he has tried to do is not fair. He says, "Parhaps dare hes beeen some misteek. I tolt you I would be beck." So I said, "I did not agree to save your place. I don't even know you. You can go behind us." His wife said, "Ok, that is fine. We are sorry."
I felt uncomfortable with the situation, but still felt it had to be done in the name of fairness. Not long after this, the person working Mickey's line says, "Mickey has only 5 more minutes. Then he has to take a break."
It is almost 11am, time for our lunch reservations at Rainforest Cafe, back at the entrance to the park. My husband is already on his way there with Sophie, since Minnie's line was shorter. "4 minutes til Mickey has to take a break." I'm doing the mental math, there are 3 people ahead of us. Finally it's our turn - Viv is DELIGHTED to say the least. She hands Mickey her autograph book. She poses with him. Even I run up after snapping some photos of her and pose for the PhotoPass photographer. As we leave, we hear the person working the line say, "Sorry folks, Mickey will be back in 5 minutes - he's taking a break."
I was SO GLAD I stood up for justice with the russian!
Lunch at Rainforest Cafe was so awesome. It's literally like a magical rainforest park inside there. There were robotic gorillas, a huge tree python, tons of saltwater fish tanks. The kids absolutely loved it. If only all restaurants were like this - they were not bored for one second.
After lunch, we tried to walk a nature trail and see some animals, but the girls were begging to go back to the hotel and take a nap (?). Who was I to argue this? We did browse through a giftshop on our way out and the girls could not decide on one souvenir. . Viv is leaning toward white sequin wedding mouse ears. . . .
We hopped back on the bus and at the hotel, they napped. When they awoke, they swam with Daddy while I took a nap.
I then presented them with new dresses - I had no idea this would cause such mayhem. It seems that Viv did not like the dress I got her - she wanted the one I got Sophie (of course) but it was not her size. I got them flower clips for their hair too, and this caused Viv to have a meltdown as well. I gave them some princess lip gloss, pink for Sophie, purple for Viv, but didn't realize that the "pink" had a picture of Ariel on it. . . oy vey.
After the tears were dried, we had dinner at Il Mulino, a very expensive, not worth it at all, Italian restaurant here in the Swan hotel. I got a huge piece of steak that was a great cut, but way more than I needed and it was $45!!!???
We let the girls take a walk to the boardwalk overlook so we can see the fireworks at Epcot at 9pm. They don't last long and it's not terribly cold out like yesterday.
We go back to the hotel, and they go right to bed. Time to plan Day 2.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Please help me God!
Daddy has been gone for 5 days now. Mommy's patience is wearing thin.
Mommy bought the girls brand new glitter glue pens so they can decorate paper flowers and other artwork they like to embellish with glitter, which is basically everything, including their clothes and hair.
I should have known something was going on when they were quiet for 30 minutes.
Sophie comes running to report that her sister has squirted out the glitter glue. I take a look. The caps are all screwed off, and glitter glue has indeed been squirted out in lumps and piles on various pieces of paper, the chair, the carpet, the wood floor, etc.
I put on my angry voice and command them to look for the caps now. After we get the situation cleaned up, I calmly tell Viv to go upstairs to her room. I go into my closet to get my cloth belt, which I only reserve for special occasions. Daddy being gone and squirting glitter glue on floors and furniture fits the bill.
I calmly walk her into her bedroom, while she is crying and pleading:
"No, Mommy, PLEASE, sob, sob, PLEE=HEEE=EEEZE, Mommy."
When she gets to the bed, she sits on the side, clasps her hands together, closes her eyes and with tears squirting proclaims, "Plee-heeese, God, HELP ME! PLEE=HEEEZE GOD, help me, God."
It took all I had not to bust a gut. Needless to say, God answered her prayers.
Mommy bought the girls brand new glitter glue pens so they can decorate paper flowers and other artwork they like to embellish with glitter, which is basically everything, including their clothes and hair.
I should have known something was going on when they were quiet for 30 minutes.
Sophie comes running to report that her sister has squirted out the glitter glue. I take a look. The caps are all screwed off, and glitter glue has indeed been squirted out in lumps and piles on various pieces of paper, the chair, the carpet, the wood floor, etc.
I put on my angry voice and command them to look for the caps now. After we get the situation cleaned up, I calmly tell Viv to go upstairs to her room. I go into my closet to get my cloth belt, which I only reserve for special occasions. Daddy being gone and squirting glitter glue on floors and furniture fits the bill.
I calmly walk her into her bedroom, while she is crying and pleading:
"No, Mommy, PLEASE, sob, sob, PLEE=HEEE=EEEZE, Mommy."
When she gets to the bed, she sits on the side, clasps her hands together, closes her eyes and with tears squirting proclaims, "Plee-heeese, God, HELP ME! PLEE=HEEEZE GOD, help me, God."
It took all I had not to bust a gut. Needless to say, God answered her prayers.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I've got a surprise for you
For the last 2 days, when Sophie has gotten off the bus, she has sung to Vivian, "I have a surprise for you!" It is so cute how loving and giving she can be to her sister. She thinks of her constantly, and whenever I take Viv to the dry cleaner, or Sophie is alone with me, and there is a lollipop to be had, they always say, "Can I get one for my sister?" I love how they think of each other constantly.
Another thing I hear a lot of is "I missed you today!"
Another thing I hear a lot of is "I missed you today!"
Friday, January 22, 2010
Vivian's conference
I am so very proud of Viv after the conference I had today with her preschool teacher Mrs. Reeve.
I was expecting to talk about impulsivity and behavior issues, but there was no talk of such.
Mrs. Reeve said she is super bright, knows every answer to every question. Is academically at the top of the class, even though she is the youngest of 16 children. Behaviorally, she is impulsive and needs to work on self-control (calling out the answer, keeping hands to herself at circle time) but Mrs. Reeve had so much good to say it was amazing.
She said Viv is able to identify first and last, which most children her age can not do. They identify the "last" letter in their name as the second letter at their age. She also knows all colors, can count up to 14 without making a mistake. Is highly verbal, understands correct use of prepositional words, like under, over, above, below, on top, beneath, etc.
She said it's clear we do lots of reading at home b/c there is no way she would know some of the things she knows without being exposed to them in books.
I asked about her socialness. I ask Viv often who her friends are, and she doesn't really come home talking about any particular kids in her class that she "hangs" around. I remember Sophie was very social at this age, and had certain children she gravitated to, but Viv is very independent and not easily influenced by her peers. Mrs. Reeve suggested I ask her who she may like to have over for a playdate and I could invite a child to our house to play. This may go a long way for Viv to have her very own friend, without feeling like a 3rd wheel when her sister's friend comes over.
Mrs. Reeve says she loves Vivian and would rather have 10 Vivians in her class than 16 kids who don't talk. She called Vivian passionate. And said she is passionate about everything.
It's really wonderful to see things in a light you didn't expect.
I was expecting to talk about impulsivity and behavior issues, but there was no talk of such.
Mrs. Reeve said she is super bright, knows every answer to every question. Is academically at the top of the class, even though she is the youngest of 16 children. Behaviorally, she is impulsive and needs to work on self-control (calling out the answer, keeping hands to herself at circle time) but Mrs. Reeve had so much good to say it was amazing.
She said Viv is able to identify first and last, which most children her age can not do. They identify the "last" letter in their name as the second letter at their age. She also knows all colors, can count up to 14 without making a mistake. Is highly verbal, understands correct use of prepositional words, like under, over, above, below, on top, beneath, etc.
She said it's clear we do lots of reading at home b/c there is no way she would know some of the things she knows without being exposed to them in books.
I asked about her socialness. I ask Viv often who her friends are, and she doesn't really come home talking about any particular kids in her class that she "hangs" around. I remember Sophie was very social at this age, and had certain children she gravitated to, but Viv is very independent and not easily influenced by her peers. Mrs. Reeve suggested I ask her who she may like to have over for a playdate and I could invite a child to our house to play. This may go a long way for Viv to have her very own friend, without feeling like a 3rd wheel when her sister's friend comes over.
Mrs. Reeve says she loves Vivian and would rather have 10 Vivians in her class than 16 kids who don't talk. She called Vivian passionate. And said she is passionate about everything.
It's really wonderful to see things in a light you didn't expect.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
What Daddy looks like
Daddy comes home tomorrow, and is frequently the topic of conversation when he is gone. The topic of Daddy comes up more often the longer he is gone, and the closer we get to his return home.
Tonight, Vivian said something about, "I don't know what Daddy looks like." She was in a joking mood. So I said something like, "You don't know what your own Daddy looks like?" Then she grinned and replied, "Yehhhs. . mama, I know what Daddy looks like. . . He has dry skin all over his face, and little fuzzy hairs on his head. And he wears a suit for a boy. And he has a skwachee beeyid."
The highlight of Sophie's day, which I found out at prayer time during the part when I ask, "And Sophie, what are you grateful for and what was your favorite part of the day?" was getting to sit "three seaters" on the bus with 2 of her friends. She also informed there is a bad kid Peter who used to ride bus 6, and now that she is on Bus 4, also rides Bus 4 with her. He has 2 spiders, one is "slightly blue" and he sings some spider song and then the song gets very quiet, and then he takes his spiders out and tries to put them on Sophie, which she doesn't like. But she is "lucky" because she rarely has to sit by Peter.
Tonight, Vivian said something about, "I don't know what Daddy looks like." She was in a joking mood. So I said something like, "You don't know what your own Daddy looks like?" Then she grinned and replied, "Yehhhs. . mama, I know what Daddy looks like. . . He has dry skin all over his face, and little fuzzy hairs on his head. And he wears a suit for a boy. And he has a skwachee beeyid."
The highlight of Sophie's day, which I found out at prayer time during the part when I ask, "And Sophie, what are you grateful for and what was your favorite part of the day?" was getting to sit "three seaters" on the bus with 2 of her friends. She also informed there is a bad kid Peter who used to ride bus 6, and now that she is on Bus 4, also rides Bus 4 with her. He has 2 spiders, one is "slightly blue" and he sings some spider song and then the song gets very quiet, and then he takes his spiders out and tries to put them on Sophie, which she doesn't like. But she is "lucky" because she rarely has to sit by Peter.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
cooking for ourselves
The other day I was in the office and heard beep-beep-beep from the microwave. I went into the kitchen to find Viv on a stool, pushing buttons on the microwave. Upon opening the oven, I found a container of french fries she had taken out of the fridge, taken off the top, and placed inside the microwave.
Sophie has never ever shown any kind of initiative when it comes to preparing her own food. I was shocked. Viv is 3.5 years old.
A couple mornings before the microwave incident, she got hold of a jar of unopened Maraschino cherries. She came into the office with a fistful of dripping cherries. The cherries are now kept in the back of the fridge on a high shelf.
Did I mention we had to get rid of the Kids' Crest toothpaste b/c she was squirting it into her mouth b/c it tastes so good?
Sophie has never ever shown any kind of initiative when it comes to preparing her own food. I was shocked. Viv is 3.5 years old.
A couple mornings before the microwave incident, she got hold of a jar of unopened Maraschino cherries. She came into the office with a fistful of dripping cherries. The cherries are now kept in the back of the fridge on a high shelf.
Did I mention we had to get rid of the Kids' Crest toothpaste b/c she was squirting it into her mouth b/c it tastes so good?
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