Wednesday, February 23, 2011

8 arms

I was doing stuff around the house yesterday. Xander asked me to do something and I said, as usual, "in a minute."

"I wish I was an octopus," I thought I heard him say.

This seemed like a total non sequitur, so I asked him to repeat it.

"I wish you were an octopus," he said. I was still confused until I realized he was saying that because I would have more arms to do more things at once.

It was actually quite a good suggestion. Sometimes I wish I were an octopus, too.

It's always Mom's fault

Whenever she comes home from anywhere, Jessica walks in the door, takes off her shoes, coat, gloves, hat and backpack, and immediately drops them on the floor. After 3 or 4 or 7 requests, she's 40% likely to hang up her coat. The other things usually remain on the floor.

Yesterday, we were getting ready to go out. I was kneeling on the floor, helping Xander put on his shoes. I guess I was unknowingly kneeling on her hat. It's her favorite hat, with a little pom-pom on the top. She started tugging at it (instead of saying, "Mom, please get off my hat."). She got the hat out from under my leg but at a cost--the pomp pomp ripped off.

I hear a cry of outrage. "Look what you did!" she yelled.

Yeah, right.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


We went to the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem this weekend. Salem is, of course, all about witches. We talked about it in the car and how witches aren't real.

"Yes, they are," Jessica said. She then went on to explain her reasoning.

"Witches have black cats. Black cats are real. So witches are real too."


Friday, February 11, 2011

Maybe Mom's not always wrong

Valentine's Day is approaching. For reasons I don't quite understand, this holiday is big for the preschool and elementary school crowd. I got notes from both teachers telling me if we send in valentines, we need to have one for every child in the class.

I asked Jessica if she wanted to bring them in. I pointed out to her that she would (gasp, the horror!) have to write the classmate's name and sign her name on EVERY SINGLE valentine. For the record, there are 20 kids in her class, so this means writing out 19 cards which means, at minimum writing 18 words.

She didn't want to do it.

I then pointed out that probably most kids in her class were going to give her a valentine and that she might feel bad if she got cards from other kids and didn't have anything for them.

She still didn't want to do it.

Being a mommy, when I went out to buy valentines for Xander, I bought some for Jessica just in case she changed her mind.

She didn't.

Being the scatterbrain that I am, I thought today was the day they were exchanging valentines. When I picked Jessica up, she asked me if I still had the valentines I had bought. I said yes. She said she did want to send them after all.

What I haven't gotten out of her yet is whether I had the day wrong, and they're doing it on Monday or if she got a bunch of cards, feels bad about it and wants to give them out on Monday anyway.


Jessica and Xander are participating in the "Secret Valentine" at church. Basically, the secret valentine sends them a card during the week and then reveals who they are at church on Sunday and presents the kids with a small gift and a dessert after lunch.

They both got their cards today. Xander's card included a bunch of stickers. Jessica's card included one dollar. Now, last night Jessica lost her 4th tooth, so when she woke up this morning, she had a dollar waiting for her, so with the valentine dollar, she had two dollars.

She came over to me and whispered, "Since I got a dollar from my valentine and from the Tooth Fairy, I want to give one to Xander."

I told her that was a great idea and that she should.

And she did.

Thursday, February 10, 2011


Jessica refuses to stop dressing in the living room. I know, I'm the parent, but I'm just happy she's getting dressed at all. This morning she had stripped down to nothing. Xander was nearby and he touched her on the back with his freezing cold hand.

She didn't like that.

I took this opportunity to say, "If you were wearing clothes, it wouldn't have felt so cold."

She replied, "Yes, but sadly, I wasn't." As if this were a completely unavoidable fate.