Thursday, May 27, 2010
Now LL Says #1: At Lulu's pre-k assessment on Tuesday, the psychologist asked her to do things like stand on one foot and touch her elbow. Apparently, when she was asked to touch her elbow, she announced, "I can LICK my elbow!" and proceeded to demonstrate.
And LL Says #2: In the car afterward, I asked Lulu to tell me about what they had talked about and the touch-your-elbow question came up, but Lulu "remembered" it differently.
LL: She asked me to lick my armpit!
bel: No she didn't! She said asked you to touch your elbow, and you showed her that you can lick it.
LL (giggling): She asked me to lick my armpit!
bel (laughing): No she didn't, [Lulu]. That's not what happened. You're pulling my leg.
LL: Yes she did, Mom! You don't know. You weren't there.
Then there was so much giggling in the car (front seat and back) that the conversation had to be over.
Six more sleeps until she's 4. :)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
And I love that about her.
As a tiny baby, 6 months old, sitting on my lap at Pete's swimming lessons, Lulu would look around at the people nearby and figure out which of the adults (or teenage siblings) was most likely to play with her and then she would proceed to engage that person, whoever they were, mom or dad or grandparent or older brother, and eventually that person would be making silly faces and sounds or playing peek-a-boo or whatever like a big goofball
And now she plays with other children, strangers at 6:30 - friends at 6:35, during Pete's swimming lessons, and at the park or the play area at the mall (a germy place I avoid but that Husbandguy loves for some reason) she always manages to find a friend or 2. For herself and Pete to play with.
At school, her teachers marvel at her ability to bring the children together. She plays with each of the children in her class and one time even managed to organize an impromptu game of ring-around-the-rosy that had all the children, except for the one tired one, going round and round under her direction.
Everybody loves my Lulu, my little leader, peacemaker, teacher, star. I wish I had half of her dynamism.
Happy birthday (in 8 sleeps), Lulu.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
"No, we can't eat cows. Cows are our friends and they lay baby cows."
It may seem like she has potential to be a vegetarian if she ever learns to eat vegetables, but I wouldn't bet on it. That kid can put away some
Monday, May 17, 2010
Then on Sunday, the children's choir director had invited children who hadn't been in choir during the year to come and sit in for rehearsal and just give it a try (anyone could have joined at any time, but the invitation was kind of a come-see-what-it's-about-now-that-we're-done-learning-songs-for-services-so-you'll-know-you-want-to-sing-with-us-next-year), and Pete went. She sat with her arms crossed the whole time, but her lips were moving and she was paying attention so I think the arm-crossing was protective rather than defensive. And when it was over, she came right up to me and said, "I want to do this next year." AW! Me too!! I mean for her. I want her to do that next year too.
The church's music director had stopped by to play the piano for that rehearsal, which I imagine he doesn't always do since he's got his own choirs to direct and stuff, and after it was over, he caught my eye and said, "[Bel], you play piano, right?" and somehow that turned into me bringing home some music to learn so I can accompany them next week. So that was cool. Or whatever.
But this post is about Pete. Please join me in celebrating my Musical Child. I've always wanted a Musical Child.
Plus, also, she's just really cool in general.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Moomy said that I'm having one of "those weeks."
Which reminded me that I was thinking the other day, as I was writhing in itchy agony, that I should make note of the times when I'm not having one of "those weeks" because sometimes it seems like "those weeks" are all I have!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Doesn't it look different (from the picture in the other post)? It reminds me of a public park. You know, usable space surrounded by woods. I have big plans for that area, including a fence for the dog and a deck for the husband and a treehouse for the girls. I've already had a benefit from the new space, a bluebird couple has been spending a TON of time there. They're so pretty. If I had a better camera I'd show you, but they don't come close enough to where I am with my little camera to get a good shot. Also, this morning, the goldfinch, the boy one, was back at the feeder by the kitchen window. Yay! Birds!
On Sunday, I spent time clearing away the vines and brush left on the hill, where I'm hoping we'll be able to grow some grass eventually, but I got distracted by some buried treasure.
Those are some of my great-grandmother's iris bulbs. A decade ago, Moomie and I planted a bunch of them in front of the house, and Moomie took the extras and stuck them in the hill around back. I don't think they ever bloomed, and eventually they got over-grown by a miserable vine and some honeysuckle. I remembered they were somewhere near there but didn't know for certain where until I was clearing away the brush. Now they have their own little bed around the side of the house, which was occupied by a puny boxwood 10 years ago.
Sadly, all of the treasure I got from the hill wasn't so pleasant. I knew there was poison ivy there (Lulu says 'itchy ivus') and I thought I was careful, but the irises were such a nice surprise that I think I might have actually been careless because there is now a giant itchy spot on my right arm right where my arm bends and a smaller itchy spot in the same place on my left arm and itchy spots on my neck and shoulders around the collar of my shirt and also a little one down the right side of my face by my eye. Sigh. Itchy ivus sucks. I've been hitting the bottle pretty hard today...
Still, though, you can see all the way to the creek (should be cool to watch from a safe distance when it rains), and last night I saw a rabbit!