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Reasons My Daughter Is Crying
One of the funniest Tumblr pages I’ve seen recently is Reasons My Son Is Crying. I can relate to the accurate and hilarious captions given to the photos of…well….the author’s crying son. Don’t judge me. They really are funny, perhaps due to the honesty of the shots — don’t our children totally lose their tops over the (seemingly) smallest of things? For example: She didn’t want her brother to hold her. She didn’t want to wear the butterfly costume. She didn’t want to have her picture taken. Again. She didn’t want to walk in this field. Cinderella didn’t wave back at her. * * * * * To be fair,…
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In Her World….
Last night at dinner, the kids were making up stories. Pea begain with “I’m a princess…” and Boo interrupted with “You always say you’re a princess…but you’re not a princess!!!!” to which Pea primly replied, “In my world, I am!!!” Gotta love that girl….
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The symmetrical girl
It was the end of the day, and time for bedtime reading. We have a blanket chest at the foot of our bed where the kids typically set their reading folders; piled high on it were our pillow shams and various throw pillows. There wasn’t much room left, so when the Hubs set Pea’s book bag next to Boo’s they were perpendicular to each other, and slightly overlapping. Not good, from Pea’s way of thinking. She flipped them parallel, but then the nylon handles were facing each other, and the lettering and school logo weren’t aligned. Unacceptable. She then rotated one of them so that they were evenly aligned, and…
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Her Alter Ego….Captured
My daughter is adorable. I will admit this freely, not solely based on parental pride but on the simple fact that she is really IS cute. I mean, seriously — look at that face! But. THIS is the face her teachers see. This is the face her friends see. This is the face that I see approximately 75% most of the time. The rest of the time, she is…well….erm….a bit of a holy terror. All that strong will, all that single mindedness, all that orderly organization “everything in its place in a particular order JUST SO” does have a flip side… …and that side ain’t pretty. Even so, she isn’t one to…
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So Why Can’t She Remember to Turn Off Her Bedroom Light?
The other day, as I was loading up the dishwasher I noticed Pea gazing at me thoughtfully. “Mummy…” she began. I put the last plate in the drawer and turned to listen to her. She had “the look” on her face – the one she wears when she has contemplating something and I was curious to know where this conversation would take us – we’ve had some doozies lately. “Mummy”, she continued, “I was watching TV and it said that Fairy Platinum cleans your dishes to make them shine and it even cleans the hidden bits on the inside.” I stared at her blankly. What the…? She continued: “Mummy, do…
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Willy…or Won’t He?
My daughter is very proud of her latest crafty creation… Um…a dog? No – it’s a dragon, right?? No… It’s an alien. A boy alien. * * * * * “That’s its willy”, she announces. I squint. “um..this?” “No, Mummy! That’s his leg. THIS is his willy!” Silly mummy. I didn’t ask her why she put a willy on her alien. I didn’t say much about it (burying head in sand) until she asked to bring it to “show and tell”, and in the rambling that followed I heard “and his willy”… Whoa, nelly. I explained that “talking about one’s private bits – yours or anyone else’s – isn’t proper.…
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Tooth Fairies
You’ve likely never seen a child more excited to have lost a tooth. Pea was giddy – GIDDY, I tell you. This is a “Yay, the Tooth Fairy is coming” kind of moment. She lost her tooth, as one does sometimes, while she was at school. Well, lost isn’t exactly the word, since she pulled it out herself. One of her teachers asked her how it was faring, since it had been bleeding a bit and she had been fussing about it all morning. She looked at her teacher, and said “SEE?” as she wobbled it backwards – paused – and then simply yanked it out, depositing it in the…
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Assimilated
When Pea comes home from school, the first thing she does is change out of her school uniform. There is no question as to whether or not she will change clothes, but one of what she should put on. This may possibly drive her to tears of frustration, so wrought with indecision or lack of appropriately colored accessories. (At last notice, she needs a blue crown/tiara to go with the Cinderella dress. She NEEDS it.) Anyhoo… Yesterday, she thought she should wear a tutu. Into the armoire she went (yes, I have a small canvas armoire to keep the dressing-up clothes tidy). Out came… Her halloween tutu. And the matching…
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Silent Sunday
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A Brief Question for a Tuesday Morning
It’s only 8:30 on the second day of school, and already, I’m eyeballing the Baileys. Has it ever crossed your mind that the tantrums you endure could be a harbinger of something worse to come? Like being killed in your sleep, suffocated by a stuffed unicorn named Pinky? Yeah, me neither. I don’t know what I was thinking. I need more Bailey’s coffee. You can go about your day now…
