She Wears Many Hats

Fairy Odd

What do you do when you can't decide which fairy costume to wear? Why, wear them both, of course!

Parental Advisory

Genevieve, Sophie and I had a fun rainy day today. First off was a trip to a nursery to get some insecticide for a borer beetle infesting our peach tree. Should have been uneventful except that Halloween is coming up. "Mommy, why is that woman holding her head in her hand, and why are those heads on those poles?" Normally I wouldn't have noticed these things but I know that Genevieve is sensitive to anything potentially scary. We've had to turn off episodes of Backyardigans. I told her that it was something very silly and some people find it funny. Then we rushed off to the calmer aisles of insect and plant killers.

Next, we went to McDonald's for lunch since it was raining and they have an indoor play area. It makes everyone happy. We ate a very pleasant lunch and then it was climbing, sliding, and screaming time. Genevieve was wonderful at helping Sophie climb up, although Sophie can do most of it herself now. Genevieve would go up a little bit and then pause to check on Sophie, helping her up when needed. Sophie then decided to crawl through the network of tunnels which Genevieve avoids because they are scary.

It is the McDonald's play area that brings me to the subject of this post.

(1) There are many signs in and around the play area that say socks are required. If you choose not to make your kids follow this rule that is fine, but then don't give me a dirty look when my daughter explains to you or your child what the rule is.

(2) It is not the best idea to let your child eat or drink on the playset. It is a really bad idea to give him an open milk container. If you think I said, "Wow, I can't believe a parent would let their child carry an open milk on the playset like that!" a little loudly I would like to inform you that this was after wiping some of said milk out of my child's hair and cleaning up multiple spills so the other kids could play without worry.

(3) If your child feels the need to shove everyone in sight, maybe karate classes would be more appropriate than any public area. I am more than happy to explain to my children that it is not this child's fault that his/her parents can't properly do their job and I'm sure that will be repeated by them at the next properly embarrassing moment.

I think it may be time for that Anger Management class I've been considering...

Two Much

Sophie had her 2-year check up today. All things considered it went pretty well. It probably would have gone better if (a) Genevieve would shut up with the, "Sophie, you're getting a shot today!" comments, (b) Genevieve would shut up long enough for Sophie or me to answer the doctor's questions, and (c) Genevieve would just shut up. You'd think she would have to stop for air at some point, but you would be wrong.

Sophie wasn't too traumatized by the shot. It was the finger prick followed by squeezing the blood out of it for the next few minutes that did her in. That and looking in her ears. My kids scream like you're killing them if you try to look in their ears. Weird.

The Stats:
Height: 35.5" (90th percentile)
Weight: 29 lbs. 4 oz. (75th percentile)
Head: 50th percentile

Sunflowers

Genevieve and Sophie have been enjoying watching the plants grow in our garden. Some of the things growing we actually planted. A lot of things just sprouted from the compost that we put down, like these sunflowers. They seem to be pretty happy just the same.

I Hear You Knockin' But You Can't Come In

Sophie's still working on her knock knock skills but just this morning at breakfast she did one pretty much perfectly.

Sophie: Sister! Knock. Knock.
Genevieve: Who's there?
Sophie: Tank.
Genevieve Tank who?
Sophie: Welcome.

Of course that was followed with: Poo. Poo who? Orange. But it was still really cute.

On an unrelated note Carrie has been giving the kids "baby lettuce." She'll find the smallest inner leaves of a head of Romaine and give it to them. They find it really funny and love eating them. At dinner last night Genevieve asked me for some baby lettuce but the only size left were mid-size shreds. I knew she wouldn't go for that so I grabbed some small non-lettuce leaves and put them on her plate. "Daaaddy, that's not baby lettuce; that's purslane." So much for pulling a fast one on her. To my credit she decided that eating purslane leaves of any size was just as much fun as eating baby lettuce.

Pretty in Purple

Genevieve got her face painted this past weekend at a block party. I was expecting a little critter on the cheek.