The dog was really sick last week. So sick I actually made a vet appt. which is rare. He wouldn't eat, was lethargic and had...well lets just say other problems that I probably don't need to discuss here but which would be akin to what happens when you drink the water in Mexico. Enough said.
Anyway, it turns out that he probably has an infection in his intestinal tract and he is actually much better now but I was so worried I actually had a conversation with Peanut about what might happen if he didn't get better. It went something like this:
Me: Peanut, your puppy is real sick
Peanut: I know, Mom. Do you think he will die?
Me: Well, I hope not. Would you be real sad if that happened?
Peanut: Yeah.
Me: Yeah, I would be too.
Peanut: Hey! Maybe when the dog dies, we can name the cat Rosie...
Monday, September 24, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
IHOP
Its hard for me to believe that Rico has already had a full week off of work. I'm enjoying his being home and the kids are eating it up. He and Brother have gotten some really good quality time together and its so cute to see how my little man's eyes light up when Daddy walks in.
Peanut loves being with her Daddy every day too. Since his normal work schedule is a little unusual (ie. it sucks...) she usually lives for her weekends with him. On a typical morning she will wake up and ask me what day it is. And, since we haven't quite figured out the calendar, the follow up question is always "What does that mean?" On Saturday, the answer to that question is usually "Daddy stays home with his girls today" or "Daddy-Peanut day". Those are her favorites. I love to answer that question on Saturdays. And I guess while he is on Family Leave, its a little like every day is Saturday.
This morning Peanut woke up and the first thing she asked was if her Daddy would take her to IHOP for breakfast. Its sort of their "place". And how could he resist? I think that could be the third time he has taken her there since he's been off of work. I haven't asked if she is eating that giant chocolate happy face "pancake" thing every time he takes her there. I'm maybe just a little worried about what the answer might be.
Peanut loves being with her Daddy every day too. Since his normal work schedule is a little unusual (ie. it sucks...) she usually lives for her weekends with him. On a typical morning she will wake up and ask me what day it is. And, since we haven't quite figured out the calendar, the follow up question is always "What does that mean?" On Saturday, the answer to that question is usually "Daddy stays home with his girls today" or "Daddy-Peanut day". Those are her favorites. I love to answer that question on Saturdays. And I guess while he is on Family Leave, its a little like every day is Saturday.
This morning Peanut woke up and the first thing she asked was if her Daddy would take her to IHOP for breakfast. Its sort of their "place". And how could he resist? I think that could be the third time he has taken her there since he's been off of work. I haven't asked if she is eating that giant chocolate happy face "pancake" thing every time he takes her there. I'm maybe just a little worried about what the answer might be.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Brother got his hairs cut!
Here are a few pictures from our visit to Uncle Rani today...who knew he was a blonde underneath all the reddish-brown hair?
Friday, September 14, 2007
Halloween Costumes
Me: What do you think you want to be for Halloween this year?
Peanut: I think Ariel. Because she's really pretty.
Me: That sounds like a good idea.
Peanut: Yeah, and I think that brother should be the lobster guy who's her friend and that Daddy should be, like, the King guy.
Me: What about me?
Peanut: Maybe....hmmm... do you want to be the mean ugly witch?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The happiest baby ever!
So it occurred to me that brother is not getting a lot of airtime here. But, he is still doing great. He's five months old now, and as Peanut will tell you, he's "going to be a lot of fun soon". I, of course, think he's fun already. He is probably the happiest, easiest kid on earth. He's just starting to sit up on his own and has started eating some cereal, which he loves. That's my little butterball! I would like to point out that I am well aware of the fact that his hair is a little out of control. We're scheduling a visit for his first haircut soon (hopefully for Friday)!
Pre K!!
Peanut started preschool Monday - I'm sorry, I mean pre K (she is very specific about this)
She's in the froggy class with Miss Cindy and her favorite teacher of all time, Miss Christine, is now a teacher's aide in her new class so she was very excited.
She's in the froggy class with Miss Cindy and her favorite teacher of all time, Miss Christine, is now a teacher's aide in her new class so she was very excited.
Since Rico is on FMLA right now, he got to be there with me when we dropped her off and picked her up which I really think made her day. When we got there to pick her up, her teachers told us what a helper she was (and all I could think of was "I wish she would be a "helper" when it was time to clean her room). Then they gave her a sticker for being good along with a water balloon!!! Who gives out water balloons to a 4 year old???? Of course, the first place it went was into her mouth and I was freaking out about her choking on it until I finally just had to take it away. Maybe someone needs to give those pre-K teachers a lesson on choking hazards????
OTHER than the balloon incident, it was a great day. We took her to get ice cream after school (what better way to teach your child to reward themself than with food right?) where she told us all about her new school friends. If only this excitement about school would last her whole life!
Friday, September 7, 2007
Thoughts on Pets
Peanut: Dad, can we get a cat?
R: No honey, we already have a dog and there's no room for another animal.
Peanut: What about after the dog dies, then can we get a cat?
R: When the dog dies???? Won't you be sad?
Peanut: Not really.
R: Well I'll be sad. I love the dog, he's my buddy.
Peanut: Don't worry Dad, you'll like the cat!
R: No honey, we already have a dog and there's no room for another animal.
Peanut: What about after the dog dies, then can we get a cat?
R: When the dog dies???? Won't you be sad?
Peanut: Not really.
R: Well I'll be sad. I love the dog, he's my buddy.
Peanut: Don't worry Dad, you'll like the cat!
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Mi Fish Iz Ded Pleas Flush It Dawn the Tolit
My fish is dead, please flush it down the toilet....
A note from my 4 year old the day her last goldfish k
icked the bucket...
Spit Happens
Yeah, that's right, spit. And not the sweet little spit up from the baby brother either.
You know, there was a time not too long ago that I looked at my little one and thought, "She is just so sweet. What an angel." and things of that sort. Truthfully, I probably gave myself a pat on the back at the time...I mean, MY daughter had never had a biting problem like some of the kids in preschool, she didn't talk back often, and almost always listened to what I said.
Then came yesterday. I've heard it said that every parent has at least one moment in the life of their child when they feel like the worst parent in the world. I guess I just didn't expect mine to come so early in my child's life....
So yeah, let me start by saying that Peanut has had a lot going on lately. As summer is coming to a close, school and new activities are starting and now she has a new baby brother plus B is staying with us...and I do believe that is a lot for a little girl to take in, compounded by the fact that she got very little sleep the night before...so I see where this may have come from. That said, I am not going to make excuses for the scene she created when she SPIT in a little boy's face yesterday.
You heard me right. My angel - my princess, my little sweetheart....spit in someone's face at soccer practice last night.
When we got to practice, Paris was a little wound up. I sent her on the field and watched as she paid more attention to the little girl in front of her than to the coach. She goofed around despite my shouts of "listen!" and "play the game!". I just had this feeling that things were not going in a good direction. Then came the water break where she and the other girl chased each other around. But worse, then IT happened. I watched as she tried to get the attention of an older, much larger boy. When he didn't give it to her, she spit. I don't think she did it out of anger or necessarily intended to harm him, but nevertheless, she spit. In his face. You can imagine how I reacted. Or maybe you can't actually because I wasn't quite sure myself how to react. The worst part? She was offended because the boy hit her after she spit on him. Yeah, you read that correctly. The little boy socked her in the stomach (can you blame him really?) and then she proceeded to throw a HUGE tantrum. So there I am with a field full of shocked parents watching me try to manage this kid while her little brother screamed "feed me" cries from the stroller. Needless to say, that was the end of soccer practice for her.
And I can assure you, that will be the LAST time she spits. It was however the first time she got grounded. Clearly the timeout/spanking thing wasn't going to teach her anything in this situation. So, Rico and I decided it was time for an alternative. And after talking to her about it, we decided to take away tv, computer & playing with her friends for 2 days. (its a little like I'm grounded too) :) As Rico is explaining to her that she is going to lose these priviledges, she got very sad and started to cry. She finally looked at him and said "Do I even get to eat breakfast?" to which he replied "Yes honey........this time".
You know, there was a time not too long ago that I looked at my little one and thought, "She is just so sweet. What an angel." and things of that sort. Truthfully, I probably gave myself a pat on the back at the time...I mean, MY daughter had never had a biting problem like some of the kids in preschool, she didn't talk back often, and almost always listened to what I said.
Then came yesterday. I've heard it said that every parent has at least one moment in the life of their child when they feel like the worst parent in the world. I guess I just didn't expect mine to come so early in my child's life....
So yeah, let me start by saying that Peanut has had a lot going on lately. As summer is coming to a close, school and new activities are starting and now she has a new baby brother plus B is staying with us...and I do believe that is a lot for a little girl to take in, compounded by the fact that she got very little sleep the night before...so I see where this may have come from. That said, I am not going to make excuses for the scene she created when she SPIT in a little boy's face yesterday.
You heard me right. My angel - my princess, my little sweetheart....spit in someone's face at soccer practice last night.
When we got to practice, Paris was a little wound up. I sent her on the field and watched as she paid more attention to the little girl in front of her than to the coach. She goofed around despite my shouts of "listen!" and "play the game!". I just had this feeling that things were not going in a good direction. Then came the water break where she and the other girl chased each other around. But worse, then IT happened. I watched as she tried to get the attention of an older, much larger boy. When he didn't give it to her, she spit. I don't think she did it out of anger or necessarily intended to harm him, but nevertheless, she spit. In his face. You can imagine how I reacted. Or maybe you can't actually because I wasn't quite sure myself how to react. The worst part? She was offended because the boy hit her after she spit on him. Yeah, you read that correctly. The little boy socked her in the stomach (can you blame him really?) and then she proceeded to throw a HUGE tantrum. So there I am with a field full of shocked parents watching me try to manage this kid while her little brother screamed "feed me" cries from the stroller. Needless to say, that was the end of soccer practice for her.
And I can assure you, that will be the LAST time she spits. It was however the first time she got grounded. Clearly the timeout/spanking thing wasn't going to teach her anything in this situation. So, Rico and I decided it was time for an alternative. And after talking to her about it, we decided to take away tv, computer & playing with her friends for 2 days. (its a little like I'm grounded too) :) As Rico is explaining to her that she is going to lose these priviledges, she got very sad and started to cry. She finally looked at him and said "Do I even get to eat breakfast?" to which he replied "Yes honey........this time".
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