Today we burried Lucy the ladybug in a tiny grave in the back yard. She was only with us for a few hours before she died. This is the first pet that Genevieve has lost, and it was very tragic for several minutes.
Imogen tried to console her sister with suggestions that she find a new ladybug and name it Lucy, but Genevieve said she would name it Peter instead. Lessons were not learned here.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Pink eye again!
Imogen woke up with a raging case of pink eye yesterday. She had to miss a field trip to the zoo with school. Her eyes are badly swollen and nasty gunky. I had to get up past midnight last night to clean them up because she couldn't open them. I'm going to be SO mad if I get it because that will mean that the germs just LEPT from her face onto mine. I won't touch my face with my hands and I wash them like I'm going to perform brain surgury every time I mess with her eyes. Need... lotion... On the other hand, Genevieve has no such qualms and I'm beginning to think that if she rubbed her eyes directly onto Imogen's, she wouldn't get it. Two encounters with pink eye in the last month or so and she hasn't gotten anything.
I really hope this goes away quickly or we're going to run out of the teeny tiny smidgen of eyedrops I got charged $50 for. Grrr...
I really hope this goes away quickly or we're going to run out of the teeny tiny smidgen of eyedrops I got charged $50 for. Grrr...
Thursday, April 13, 2006
sorry no updates for a while
No, Genevieve isn't that tall compared to Imogen. I had her stand on a stepstool so I wouldn't have just her forehead in the picture. :)
Friday, March 31, 2006
BOOOORING!
The girls are in deep doodoo. Yesterday between stealing cookies and vandalizing the dog's dinner (again), they managed to fight constantly and paint the bathroom (and Genevieve's face) with mascara. (This is but a partial list of crimes.)
So, they're in trouble today. Besides being grounded from sweets and movies and... something else, I forget... they have to sit in their little blue chairs all afternoon. We got home around 12:30 and will not leave here untill around 5. That's four and a half hours. A long time to sit and do nothing, even for an adult. For two squirmy kids, this is torment.
I like it. It's long and painful, but not physically. It's slow and monotinous, it just drags on and on. They aren't allowed to stand up. They cheat and move the chairs around a bit but they know better than the leave my presence. They aren't allowed toys so they have the most inane conversations, like listing all the places they want to sleep some day. "I want to sleep in a tent some day. I want to sleep in a water bottle some day." They play stupid games like blowing in each other's faces, and stomping on each other's feet. They ask constantly what time it is. Genevieve gets excited every time the second hand gets to the five, but Imogen reitterates that that doesn't mean it's 5:00.
Imogen was upset on the way home when she was told how she would spend her afternoon. I reminded her of all the things she was grounded from.
Crying, she said "Just because we're grounded doesn't mean you have to NOT let us!"
I said "Actually, that's exactly what it means."
Still crying, she said "I need lots of hugs."
Watching her, Genevieve tried to muster up some tears.
So, they're in trouble today. Besides being grounded from sweets and movies and... something else, I forget... they have to sit in their little blue chairs all afternoon. We got home around 12:30 and will not leave here untill around 5. That's four and a half hours. A long time to sit and do nothing, even for an adult. For two squirmy kids, this is torment.
I like it. It's long and painful, but not physically. It's slow and monotinous, it just drags on and on. They aren't allowed to stand up. They cheat and move the chairs around a bit but they know better than the leave my presence. They aren't allowed toys so they have the most inane conversations, like listing all the places they want to sleep some day. "I want to sleep in a tent some day. I want to sleep in a water bottle some day." They play stupid games like blowing in each other's faces, and stomping on each other's feet. They ask constantly what time it is. Genevieve gets excited every time the second hand gets to the five, but Imogen reitterates that that doesn't mean it's 5:00.
Imogen was upset on the way home when she was told how she would spend her afternoon. I reminded her of all the things she was grounded from.
Crying, she said "Just because we're grounded doesn't mean you have to NOT let us!"
I said "Actually, that's exactly what it means."
Still crying, she said "I need lots of hugs."
Watching her, Genevieve tried to muster up some tears.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Pretend bathrooms
The girls recieved a playhouse for Genevieve's birthday this last year. It's very cute and very nice with a little doorway and window and a porch and everything. The girls love to play outside in it. All kinds of pretending happens. Today they decided to pretend they had a bathroom in thier little playhouse. The only thing on hand was a couple of buckets from thier sandbox. No problemo, apparently. They may have been pretending, but we found REAL pee in the buckets. I told Imogen I was baffled. She agreed that it was indeed very baffling.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Five
Imogen: "Mommy, when I'm five and I go to school and I'm still five, I will tell Mrs. ------- that I'm five."
Sometimes I really just don't know what to say to my kid.
Sometimes I really just don't know what to say to my kid.
Tea and whiteness
Genevieve was drinking the very last bit of tea out of the pitcher when I noticed her staring at the bottom of her cup. There were little flecks of black, tea grounds or leaves or whatever mysterious substance it is in tea bags. Then I noticed the look of horrified revulsion on her face, as if it was rabbit turds in her cup.
"It's ok," I said. "It's tea leaves." Relief washed over her face at my calm reaction. I sat there wishing I had screamed and insisted it was baby spiders.
"It's yucky," she said, much reassured.
A couple days ago I was doing Imogen's hair for school. She stood looking at us both in the mirror and said "We're not the same white, Mommy. I'm bright white."
"It's ok," I said. "It's tea leaves." Relief washed over her face at my calm reaction. I sat there wishing I had screamed and insisted it was baby spiders.
"It's yucky," she said, much reassured.
A couple days ago I was doing Imogen's hair for school. She stood looking at us both in the mirror and said "We're not the same white, Mommy. I'm bright white."
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Genevieve's head
Genevieve's head had a hard day yesterday. When we got home from the grocery store I was unloading the bags in the back of the van. My hands were full and I turned to close the back door to the van with my elbow. Just as I pushed it down, hard, she rounded the corner behind me and the door landed on her head.
She crashed into a few walls at home as well. Then the dresser fell on her for the second day in a row. Then Neil was swinging Imogen around and Genevieve wandered too close and thier heads made contact.
So, if she wanders around in a kind of daze or if you see her with a football helmet on, you know why.
She crashed into a few walls at home as well. Then the dresser fell on her for the second day in a row. Then Neil was swinging Imogen around and Genevieve wandered too close and thier heads made contact.
So, if she wanders around in a kind of daze or if you see her with a football helmet on, you know why.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Zzzzzz....
The girls looked so cute in thier dresses that I took pictures of them before I went and had pictures made of them. The Sears pictures turned out great for anyone who hasn't seen them yet. (Mom, I'll try to mail your's to you, ASAP!)
Neither girl lays down for naps anymore, but sometimes, Genevieve will still crash. She's still a bit of a baby. :)
Spilled milk
Imogen is getting insanely tall. She wears a size six or 6x, though that shirt is a size seven and since she's so tall, she definitely wears a seven in dresses. Genevieve is still a size 3, though she'll wear fours in t-shirts and dresses which can be long/roomy. I like to buy the biggest size I can so I don't have to replace clothes as often. I'm cheap that way. ;) But Genevieve's little butt still needs a three in shorts and pants.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Pictures
Got the girls' pictures taken at Sears. They look awesome!
Otherwise, I need to get Imogen to stop being so friendly. I swear, she just runs up to people and starts having all these conversations with them and the person doesn't even know how to react to it.
Otherwise, I need to get Imogen to stop being so friendly. I swear, she just runs up to people and starts having all these conversations with them and the person doesn't even know how to react to it.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Good behavior
I've always believed that my children shouldn't be inflicted on other people. So I've always made it a goal that my children be fairly well behaved in public.
Today we went to Fuji for lunch, a Japanese hibachi grill here in town. Eight people to a table. The other four people sitting there were these two elderly couples. We all enjoyed our lunch and the girls sat fairly quietly, eating their food and talking to us. They didn't like the salad and everyone laughed when Genevieve tried a bite of it (priceless expression, but she managed to swallow the bite!) but they ate at least some of everything else. At the end of our meal, when the other people were leaving, the man sitting next to Jeremy leaned over and said "I just have to compliment you on the behavior of your children."
Yay me!! I'm not raising complete monsters!
Really, that kind of thing is always pleasant to hear.
On the other hand, Imogen was on the phone with my mom the other day, asking just how many gifts she would be getting for her birthday and informing my mother that the proposed number was not enough. GRRR. We had a talk that evening about gift etiquette.
Today we went to Fuji for lunch, a Japanese hibachi grill here in town. Eight people to a table. The other four people sitting there were these two elderly couples. We all enjoyed our lunch and the girls sat fairly quietly, eating their food and talking to us. They didn't like the salad and everyone laughed when Genevieve tried a bite of it (priceless expression, but she managed to swallow the bite!) but they ate at least some of everything else. At the end of our meal, when the other people were leaving, the man sitting next to Jeremy leaned over and said "I just have to compliment you on the behavior of your children."
Yay me!! I'm not raising complete monsters!
Really, that kind of thing is always pleasant to hear.
On the other hand, Imogen was on the phone with my mom the other day, asking just how many gifts she would be getting for her birthday and informing my mother that the proposed number was not enough. GRRR. We had a talk that evening about gift etiquette.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
My daughter, the hair stylist
Yesterday, while talking to a friend on the phone, I found a chunk of Genevieve's hair. Unmistakably Genevieve's. Very straight, dark brown, cut very neatly at the top and tapering down at the bottom. I held it up "You cut your hair?" I don't know why I phrase these things as a question. Her already large brown eyes widened and she took a step back and said "No." I said "No?? Don't tell me know. It's really quite obvious that you DID. I'll be happy to take you to get a real haircut if you want. Do you want your hair short?" And she said "No." She wants her hair long, supposedly.
Then, today, I'm wetting down her hair to put it up for day care. As I brush the hair back from the forehead an inch long section suddenly springs up saying "Here I am!" I told Genevieve that if she's going to cut her hair in the future can she PLEASE take it off in the BACK rather than front-and-center? I also told her I couldn't put her hair up and she responded (reasonably of course) by throwing herself on the floor and screaming. To which I respoonded by picking her up and dragging her to her room and shutting her door and fervently praying she would be done with this display by the time it was time to leave. Which she was.
In the meantime, I need to figure out how to make that hair grow or something.
Then, today, I'm wetting down her hair to put it up for day care. As I brush the hair back from the forehead an inch long section suddenly springs up saying "Here I am!" I told Genevieve that if she's going to cut her hair in the future can she PLEASE take it off in the BACK rather than front-and-center? I also told her I couldn't put her hair up and she responded (reasonably of course) by throwing herself on the floor and screaming. To which I respoonded by picking her up and dragging her to her room and shutting her door and fervently praying she would be done with this display by the time it was time to leave. Which she was.
In the meantime, I need to figure out how to make that hair grow or something.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Shopping trip
Jeremy's grandmother loves to spoil. She sent Valentine's Day cards for each of the girls with two dollars in them. Jeremy told them they could spend them money on whatever they wanted themselves.
So today we get around to doing that. We walk into Walmart and I ask them what they want to buy.
"Can I buy whatever I want?" Imogen asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Can I buy gum?" she asks. Now, gum has been the ultimate forbidden fruit, ever since I picked some out of Genevieve's hair. If I buy some, I don't share it. If I let them pick something out at the store to get, I veto gum. When they ask when they can get gum, I tell them when they're 18.
"Yes," I say, "You can get gum."
So we pick out gum and more candy and we proceed to tell anyone who has the misfortune of wandering within six feet of us all about this. Long explanations of the choice of gum and candy along with who's paying for it and how they got the money follow. It's cute but embarrassing.
But on the other hand, how sweet that $2 each can totally make their day. Such innocence that buying gum and candy themselves is so very COOL. As Genevieve proclaimed "I can buy whatever I want."
So today we get around to doing that. We walk into Walmart and I ask them what they want to buy.
"Can I buy whatever I want?" Imogen asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Can I buy gum?" she asks. Now, gum has been the ultimate forbidden fruit, ever since I picked some out of Genevieve's hair. If I buy some, I don't share it. If I let them pick something out at the store to get, I veto gum. When they ask when they can get gum, I tell them when they're 18.
"Yes," I say, "You can get gum."
So we pick out gum and more candy and we proceed to tell anyone who has the misfortune of wandering within six feet of us all about this. Long explanations of the choice of gum and candy along with who's paying for it and how they got the money follow. It's cute but embarrassing.
But on the other hand, how sweet that $2 each can totally make their day. Such innocence that buying gum and candy themselves is so very COOL. As Genevieve proclaimed "I can buy whatever I want."
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Vague questions
I don't know if kids just think I'm a mind reader or if they honestly think they always communicate the necessary information to me.
Little Miss Questions walked up and asked "What is that red stuff that's not chapstick?"
Without even trying to clarify, I said, "Blood."
She shook her head, "No, it's-"
"Jello," I interupted.
"No! It goes on your lips!" she said.
"Oh... lipstick."
Little Miss Questions walked up and asked "What is that red stuff that's not chapstick?"
Without even trying to clarify, I said, "Blood."
She shook her head, "No, it's-"
"Jello," I interupted.
"No! It goes on your lips!" she said.
"Oh... lipstick."
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