We had quite a bit of precipitation recently. Rather than shovel it all I decided to let Genevieve give it a shot. Though, since it was all ice she didn't do so well. But she did have fun toting the shovel around and smacking the ice.
After a hard day of shoveling we gave her a treat. A Carvel flying saucer (ice cream sandwich). She managed to eat almost the entire thing but lacking forethought she finished the cookie before the ice cream. After a few seconds of holding a rapidly melting ball of ice cream she put it on her plate and said that her fingers hurt. I'm sure she won't make the same mistake next time.
Genevieve is the master of her domain and as master she feels the need to direct us in everything we do. This is no longer limited to changing her diaper or getting her ready for the day. She has become impatient with the 2 second pause between songs on a CD. As soon as one ends she demands that we play the next one. Of course we tell her that she has to be patient but that doesn't really appease her.
She has also become quite the little back-seat driver. Whenever the car stops there is an immediate, "Go again!" from the back seat. So we've started teaching Genevieve the rules of the road but of course she comes at them from a toddler's point of view.
"Go again!" she demands. "What color is the light?" "Red," she says resignedly. "And what does red mean?" "Stop," she frowns. "And what color does it need to be before we can go?" I ask hopefully. "Green!!" "That's right." "Make it green!!!" she demands *sigh*
"Daddy, go again!" "I can't go until the cars in front of us go," I explain. "Make them go." she offers helpfully. *sigh*
I picked up Genevieve from nursery school today. It started off pretty typically with Genevieve running out of the classroom and squealing, "Mommy, you came back! Everybody, let's go! Let's go to Ms. Anita's office and get some COOKIES!!!" Then, one of the teachers stopped me. "I wanted to let you know that Genevieve was teaching us today," she said. It seems that when the various blocks were brought out for play at the beginning on the class Genevieve decided it was her job to educate the masses. The teacher continued to explain: "Genevieve brought me a block and said, 'Ms. Michelle, this is a diamond. Can you say "diamond"? Very good. Now, what color is the diamond? That's right! It is yellow. Good job!'" The teacher said she thought this was very funny and amazing.
I, however, am not amazed. Genevieve has been trying to educate me and her Daddy since she started speaking: "Don't forget the desitin, Mommy. We don't want a diaper rash.", "Be careful, Daddy. Don't fall in!" (when sitting on the edge of the tub), and lots of "Good job!"s for completing tasks such as putting on our shoes or zipping our jackets.
So maybe Genevieve is well on her way to becoming a wonderful teacher.
After a hard day of shoveling we gave her a treat. A Carvel flying saucer (ice cream sandwich). She managed to eat almost the entire thing but lacking forethought she finished the cookie before the ice cream. After a few seconds of holding a rapidly melting ball of ice cream she put it on her plate and said that her fingers hurt. I'm sure she won't make the same mistake next time.
