January 21, 2011
Home again, home again. I
have adjusted by doing lots of cleaning and organizing. Nicole has
adjusted by taking spectacular naps (the better to keep her up at
night), and Allison has adjusted by re-learning how to partake in 'quiet
time'. Right now she is banging on the door and yelling, "mommy it's
time for me to come out! You have to cooperate!"
February 1, 2011
I wish patience could be bottled. And made to taste like coke or hot cocoa.
February 4, 2011
Ahhh--both kids screaming in their bedrooms. Parenting has been so much fun today. Just gives me this warm fuzzy feeling.
February 15, 2011
Allie: [dressed in her cinderella costume] If I don't find my other blue earring, then I will never be able to go to the ball!
March 10, 2011
For
those of you who haven't met Allison, her sentences are more often sung
than spoken--she's like a walking opera. Her latest masterpiece:
"Sometimes I whine...[sometimes I don’t]"
March 14, 2011
Allie's
'pooky' (aka spooky) story: Once upon a time there was a bad bad bad
dragon. He was pink. And blue. He sneaked into all the houses and
drink-ed all the things from the potty. The end.
May 4, 2011
Allison
is still not pleased to be in quiet time. At this moment, she is
banging on her door yelling, "you're FIRED!!!" I wonder if I can collect
unemployment now…
May 15, 2011
Allie
made her first uber-mess today: half a [giant!] bottle of lotion all
over the bathroom floor, her jammies, and herself. Chris tells me he has
seen three year olds do much worse. He later explained that he
personally had done much worse as a child. Oh dear.
June 24, 2011
Allison, on Chris' job: Daddy fixes the airplanes when they run out of air.
September 22, 2011
Me: Our garage is MESSY!
Allie: Daddy Marie Claussen!! You better clean up this mess when you get home!
October 4, 2011
Nicole
was crying in the kitchen. I walked in and asked Allie what happened.
Allie: Nicole just didn't watch where her little fingers were, and they
got pinched. Me: What pinched them? Allie: My foots.
November 2, 2011
Me: You need to go upstairs to your room if you cannot be pleasant.
Allie: [fists clenched and yelling] Well, we'll just see if you can make me stay in my room. I am pretty strong.
Me: You need to use your nicest manners, please.
Allie: I can't. I'm all out of nice manners!!!!!
Indeed.
November 30, 2011
Dear Santa,
I
have some work to do, like writing you this note. You can come over
some time to see all of our Christmas stuff. We are going to see you
today. I know you have a lot of work to do, are we seeing your elf or
you? Is that true? Sometime are you going to come over to our house? Is
that really true? Is that really, really true? Santa, please bring me a
kid light bulb that I can turn on and off as many times as I want. From,
Allison.
December 7, 2011
Allie
is 'reading' our pocket guide to potty training: "Rule Number 1. Don't
fall off the potty without wiping your bottom!" hahaha--this kid amuses
me to no end.
