January 23, 2012
This girl- even with her Drama and Whining Moments- is seriously a delight these days. She makes us laugh and she’s an amazing big sister and she’s just growing into such a neat kid. If I do say so myself :)
In the car: “Hey Mommy! Let’s play the Quiet Game! Whoever beeees the quietest wins!”
Audrey: “EEEE! BAAAAH! GARGHAGHAJAHGJMNAHGJAAALKJA&!&!^!”
Maggie: “…I think Audrey’s gonna lose.”
“Mommy, that guy [on the radio, with a deep, gravely voice] talks croaky.”
“Well everybody has a different voice… or maybe he has a cold like you do.”
“Yeah. It’s that time of year.”
I participated in the Scarf Swap that Raven organized (LOVE! I will have to post about that soon!) and when I got my package with two new scarves inside, Maggie was very intrigued. So I explained that I had some friends and we all decided to send each other a scarf as a surprise, just something fun to do.
Later, she saw some chips and snacks on the counter that we don’t normally have around. She asked, “Mommy, what are those? Are you having a Chip Swamp?”
A few weeks ago, we had… A Day. Everyone was tired and cranky and whiny and it was just not a good day. Eventually things got bad enough that I’D HAD IT WITH THE ATTITUDE FROM THE LITTLE PEOPLE, so I sent Maggie to her room. I won’t go into the details, but just trust me when I say it was for a very good reason. I filled Dan in on the details later that night.
The following evening, I was out and Dan was at home with the girls. Maggie brought up the incident and told Dan that I sent her to her room for “no reason”.
Dan, knowing the real story: “Oh, really? Well, that’s odd that Mommy would send you to your room for no reason. We’ll have to ask her about it when she gets home.”
Maggie: “No… I don’t think she’ll remember.”
Dan: “Oh, she’ll probably remember. We can ask her about it.”
Maggie: [silence] “… No. I… I don’t think we should ask her about it.”
Then the subject was never spoken of again.
Things have greatly improved on the Picky Eating Front in recent months, but we still have meals where it seems we’re begging her to eat every single bite. One night she claimed she was “full!” and then immediately asked for a treat. We of course pointed out that if she was too full to finish her dinner, then she was too full to have a treat.
“Well… actually my Food Stomach is full [puts her hand up by her neck] but my Treat Stomach is still empty [puts her hand down by her waist].”
We gave her an A for effort… but she did NOT get a treat.