My five year old poos in odd places

Like the corner of the back porch. Seriously. I missed a very important step in the how-to-potty-train process I think.

I was at Target yesterday and I saw a shirt that was Genevieve's. I mean, I don't think the people who designed it know Genevieve, but if they had been told to design a shirt for Genevieve, they would have made this one. It has a stick man on it and says "I do all my own stunts". Jeremy thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. I think it's incredibly appropriate, and in the less than 24 hours since I bought the shirt "Genevieve did another stunt" has been added to the household vocabulary.

Say cheese...

These are just three of the 34 pictures I found on my camera that I did not take. All taken from a low eye level. Still, they show an increasing level of interest in capturing a subject (the colored pencils for example), though there's still plenty of random blurry shots of the room with no particular item in focus. Imogen is particularly proud of these and continues to try to get me to commit to an age when they can have cameras of their own. "How about when I'm six? Seven? Can I have one when I'm seven?"

Lame...

Sometimes my conversations with my kids sound like those really lame jokes you get off the backs of instant oatmeal packages. The ones that make you wince instead of laugh. Take this one for instance...

Imogen: "Why are you painting your toenails again?"
Me: "They need another coat." (of nailpolish)
Imogen: "Oh, to keep them warm?"
Me: "No-"
Imogen: "Oh, I know, because they are going outside."
Me: "No, it's just to make the color show up better."
*long pause*
Imogen: "When I'm a mommy do you think my toenails will need another coat?"
Me: "Sure."
Imogen: "Yeah, to make them warm and cozy."

Happy meal induced frenzy

Today when Jeremy picked up me and Imogen from school and Genevieve from day care he said he was hungry and wanted to drive through. I told the girls we would get them happy meals. The girls were very excited of course. Nothing beats a happy meal. Steak dinner? No thanks, pass the chicken nuggets made out of the tail. Sushi? Not if it doesn't come with a cheap toy depicting characters in the latest Disney flick?

Or as Imogen put it "Happy meal!! Happy meal!! Happy meal!! I'm spazzing out!!"

Lucy the ladybug...

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.

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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...

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. :)

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.

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.

Cuteness

My daughter belongs in the seventh circle of fashion hell

This is thier idea of feeding the dog

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.

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."

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.

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.

midterms

I'm busy this week.

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.