Monday, January 17, 2011

(Not) Partners in Crime

I bought something for the kids today. I told them not to tell Daddy because Daddy thinks I buy them too many things as it is. He's right. The next best thing to not buying them more things is to tell them not to tell him I'm buying them more things.

When Hari got home, what was the first thing out of Xander's mouth? "Mommy bought us something but she told us not to tell."

Thanks, kid.

Although I don't know that I can entirely blame them.

There was an incident many years ago where Hari was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing and I was keeping lookout. We had a code word set up that I was supposed to say if someone came near. I don't remember the code word, but let's say it was "bananas." Instead of saying "bananas" when the person got close, I blurted out, "Hari! Someone's coming!"

We both concluded I was not a good candidate for a life of crime. Similarly, neither are my children.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Slave driver

I started making quilts for the kids over a year ago. I remember distinctly that I bought the fabric on Veteran's Day 2009. For a while I was slow, but making progress. Then we moved and I haven't done a stitch of quilting (ha!) since.

Till this week. During the blizzard I decided to finally get out the quilts and start up again, because I want them to be used this winter.

Xander was all for this. In fact, he was downright bossy.

"Why aren't you sewing?" he asked a couple of times when I had the audacity to step away from the sewing machine.

Then he got bossier: "Sew! Sew!" he said.

I sewed. I'm almost done with his. I hope Jessica isn't as pushy.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Xander's game

Xander and Hari developed this game yesterday where Xander picks a word for each player and then Hari says "Go!" and the players try to say their word as fast as possible and say it more times than the other person until Hari says "stop!"

I got in on the game. Hari got "police car," and I've forgotten what word Xander gave himself. What word did he give Mommy? "Emergency motorcycle." In case you were wondering, there are 8 syllables in that word(s).

Needless to say, I lost that round.

Snowbound

We're safe and snug in our house for Blizzard #2 of winter 2010-11. It's about 12:30. Jessica has yet to change out of her pajamas. I did manage to get her to finish her homework for the day. Whew.

Earlier Xander said 2 words I thought he'd never say: "Let's clean." Needless to say, I dropped everything I was doing, jumped up and helped him clean.

Then we started talking about his birthday party coming up on Saturday. He told me he didn't want to play Musical Chairs, which, after the tears at Jessica's party, I was not planning on doing. He also said he doesn't want to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey. I then suggested (without thinking) Pin the Headlight on the Racecar, which he loves. Now I have to figure out how to make that happen. = )

I was a little worried about the party at first, since the day I sent in the invitations, another girl sent in invitations for her party on the same day. Fortunately, Xander's party is scheduled for 11:30 to 1:00 and this girl's party is 1:00 to 2:30. But I had a nervous few days when I got two negative responses and then finally 3 positive responses. If no one else comes, 4 is definitely enough. We've got the Cars cake on order, people are showing up, now I just need to plan some party games and get some party supplies. Yay!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Photography

I got a new Ipod Touch for Christmas, 4th generation with camera. That Santa really knows what I like. Anyway, I took a bunch of pictures while we were in NJ for Christmas vacation.

At one point I decided to review the pictures to see how they came out. There were about 200 pictures. I didn't remember taking 200 pictures. Then I remembered this. And I looked closely at the pictures.

I think this is Xander's face:


This, of course, would be Jessica's bum. Explanation? "I wanted to see what my butt looked like." Well, honey, this is what it looks like:


Jessica's foot:
'

Xander's feet
:


Once the pictures of body parts start showing up, you know there are children involved.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Mismatch

Jessica got her ears pierced last spring. It wasn't the best experience, given her complete intolerance of any kind of pain. Since then she has refused to let me change her earrings. She doesn't even want me to touch her ears.

I tried a bunch of things. I bought her cute new earrings for her birthday. Every time I see a friend with pretty earrings, I point it out. I told her she could wear my earrings. When she went to the doctor for her annual check-up I asked if she would allow the doctor to take them out. The doctor lobbied on my behalf.

No. No. No. No.

Last week, while overenthusastically drying her hair after a bath, I actually pulled (accidentally, I swear) one of the earrings out. I was going to put the starter earring (which of course she's still wearing since she hasn't changed them) back in but I felt the tip and of course it was very sharp. I was afraid if I tried to put it back in, it would hurt a lot. Since I was wearing 5 earrings at the time, I put on one of my earrings, with much duller points.

Putting earrings in someone else's ear is not as easy as it might seem. Especially when that person has never had earrings put in (other than the initial piercing). I fumbled a little and it hurt her a little but she admitted it didn't hurt *that* much.

So, then she was wearing one pink earring (starter) and one blue one (mine). She swore when we got home she would let me take both out and put in one of the pairs I got her for her birthday. One's butterflies, one is flowers. Come on, what 7 year old girl could resist that?

Mine, apparently. I have tried several times since then to change the earrings. No go. She told me how when I put in the other earring "It was killing me," which was a far cry from what she had told me at the time.

Finally, I took one of the butterfly earrings and put it in my ear. Hey, someone might as well wear it.

She now informs me that she won't change her earrings till she turns 8. I seem to remember a similar promise last spring about how she would change her earrings when she turned 7.

At this point, I'm not going to be surprised if she's still wearing 2 different earrings on her wedding day.