Thursday, March 26, 2009

Funny funny kid

I never imagined how great a 3 year old could be. Yes, she can be totally irritating, but so funny. I have to start writing down the things she says so I don't forget them. Because I will. Promptly. She's obsessed with bubble gum. OBSESSED. She is not allowed to have it until she's 4 (6 months! How did that happen?), and she can't wait. I honestly think she talks about it a couple of times a day. Sometimes on our 25 minutes to and from school, she'll talk about it. The entire time. "When I get 4, I get bubble gum. When I get big like you, I get bubble gum." She'll pull a pack out of my bag and say, "mommy, when I get 4 I can have bubble gum. You'll buy some for me. You have to share with me." So I guess she'll be getting lots of bubble gum for her birthday.

Lately she's been doing a lot of role playing, which has to be about the cutest thing I've ever seen. She plays mommy a lot, gets in my heels and demands that I say "bye mommy." "You're Ashwey and I'm mommy. Now you cry." Then she gets in her little tykes car and drives around. Then she'll come up to me really quietly and say "mommy's here!! I have a present for you!" I guess I'm a really nice mommy. :) She comes up to me quietly because I always do that to her when I pick her up from daycare. I love watching her play, and the look on her face when she sees me. Priceless, and unfortunately it won't last forever. The other kids in her class piss me off though, because I'll walk in and they start yelling "Paisley! Your mom is here!"

Last night she was playing with her princess dolls (Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Ariel. She's obsessed). She'd put them to sleep in her bed, then turn out the light and come tell me to be quiet, the baby is sleeping. Then she has this dialogue with herself, mimicking our bedtime routine at night. She'll say "Mommy, I want a kleenex! Mommy, I want some books!" etc. And she makes them talk in the exact whiny voice she uses when she yells that stuff at me (which drives me insane). Pretend conversation:
Doll: "Mommy, I want a kleenex!"
Paisley: "Okay, I'll get you one."
Doll: "Mommy, I want some books!"
Paisley: Okay, I'll get them for you!"
Doll: Mommy, I don't want books!"
Paisley: "Okay, I'll put them away."

She has lots of high expectations of me at bedtime, which drives me up the wall. She's lost many privileges because of this. She also have to have her blankets PERFECT. Covering up the entire bed so the sheet is not showing. Then she'll say no, she wants this blanket UNDER the blanket she's got on. I'll do that and then she'll say no, she doesn't want that blanket. Same with slippers. I'll ask if she wants slippers or socks, and if she says socks, I go to put them on, and she'll say no, I want slippers. So I go to put them on and she says no, I want socks! We've had many an argument about this, with me not being a very nice mommy.

My favorite thing she said though was we were driving home the other day, and told me that "when I'm tall, I'm going to clean the chitchen (kitchen). I'll cook you food." Loved it. Then when she's playing at bringing me food, she'll bring me a cappuccino. LOVE the way she says that word, absolutely adorable.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Oh blogger, how I miss thee.

Yes. We are here. And for some reason I can't get this type not blue or underlined. So life has been one big blur these past few months. I'm going to school full time and working, and Paisley is going to daycare. It's a lot of work! That seems to be the extent of our existence right now. She loves daycare though, so that's a huge relief. I feel like a bad mother though because I let her watch more tv than I should (it's only old Disney movies) because I need time to myself to do homework, etc. I also have no patience it seems, or she's just always in my way.

She is getting so funny, she's constantly making me laugh, unless she's making me yell. Which happens more than I like to admit. Now it's typing normally...huh. The other day we were driving home and there was a bag of catfood in the seat next to her. She asked me, "mom, when I'm a cat, can I eat catfood?" "I guess so, when you're a cat you can eat catfood." "They'll have to take off my eyes, and nose, and chin and arms and butt." "Won't you also need to grow a tail?" "It'll hurt when they take off my butt." Where does this stuff come from? She's so funny to talk to, and I can't believe that we hold normal conversations now.

We've been working a lot on listening ears, because Paisley doesn't seem to have any. I've tried many different tactics, and the one we're doing right now is marbles in a cup. One in for listening, one out for not. I'm not sure yet what the magic number will be, but she doesn't need to know that. We've also got a jar for no accidents. She's been potty trained since the beginning of October, but will go through times where she has an accident everyday. So we counted 7 days that she didn't have accidents, and she was able to go to the store and pick a prize. It only took her 8 days, so she definitely understood this concept. She picked a Barbie movie, and oh hell it's awful. She likes it though. The next prize will not be so fancy or pricey, perhaps a candy bar or a trip to the dollar store. At least it's an incentive she understands, because she's had a tangible reward.

These are some old Christmas pictures. This is P with her favorite little cousin, Emmett.

With another cousin, Miles. She was a little unsure of him, as he tended to take toys away from her.

All the cousins at Christmas. This is probably the best shot of the group.
With her Aunt Jenny.
"Take my picture!"