Begging

Earlier today Lily asked me what begging is. I gave her a basic explanation and we both moved on. Okay, maybe just I moved on because a little while later She asked me for a snack. "Sure," I told her.

"What can I have?" she asked.
"What do you want?"
"Can I have a popcicle?"
"Yes, that's a great idea since it's so hot."
"Can I have ice cream?"
"If we have any."
"Can I have candy?"
"No."
"Please, please, please?!?!"
"No."
"That's begging."
"You're right. I don't respond to begging."
With a glint in her eye and a Cheshire Cat smile on her face, "Daddy does!"

Oh, boy. I'm in trouble with this one;-)

Breakfast with Lily

Lily: Can I have more eggs, please?
Me: I like you manners, but maybe you should have something else since you've already had two eggs.
Lily: I didn't have two eggs!
Me: It might not have looked like two eggs because I mixed them up and cooked them together, but I did use two eggs. Then they are all together on your plate.
Lily: In my mind it's only one.

Bed

When I was putting Lily's jammies on tonight I noticed the princesses on her sheets were upside down. I said, "I see Daddy made your bed."
To which she replied, "You can say that again!"

I'll Belax

Lily had gotten herself into quite a pickle this afternoon. She was wearing one of her princess dress ups with her dress up shoes and playing with a bunch of balloons. She had tangled the balloon strings all around her feet and the buckles for the shoes. Somehow some of her dress had frayed and become entangled with all the other mess of knots, etc. All at once she turns toward the bathroom, announces she has to use the potty and falls down because of her entangled feet. She'd made the announcement in that 3 year old way that tells mommy 'if I don't get to go right now you're going to have a mess to clean up!' I immediately sprung into action trying to get her freed from the mess. I got her feet free from the balloons quickly, but the frayed threads from the dress proved difficult to untangle and impossible to break. I looked at her and said, "I need to get some scissors. I'll be right back!" She laid back, put her arms out in this meditative sort of way, closed her eyes and said, "I'll belax." [decoded meaning= I'll relax] This girl cracks me up! Anyway, I got the scissors and cut the strands and she made it to the potty.

I'm off to belax. It's been a long day.

Is it My Birthday?

Lily has asked me every day since Sunday, "Is it my birthday?" Sometimes multiple times. Each time I tell her her birthday is Monday and she says, "Is it Monday?" I would tell her what day it was and count with her all the days until her birthday. Still, the next day we do it all again. It's so hard to teach little ones the concept of time.

Adjusting to Change

Yesterday Lily sat on my lap and pushed my hair off my face. She said, "I'm making you Mommy again."

When we put the kids to bed they get songs every night. Lately Lily will get songs from Daddy and then when I go in to say goodnight she wants songs from me too. It used to be that I would sing her a few quiet songs always ending with songs about Jesus and/or God. Lately, as she's gotten older, I've been telling her to pick one song and then we say a prayer together. She picks one. I get about 3/4 through the song she picked and she says, "Wait, wait! Forget about Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I want I've been working on the Railroad." It's kind of amazing how little brains work. Anything to stall bedtime I guess. Don't worry. I don't fall for it. I just keep singing the first song. I don't even stop to set her straight because that, of course, is dragging out bedtime and she wins. It is amusing though.

Ryan is Blue

Lily and I played Candyland yesterday while Ryan was at school. I got out the board and asked, what color Lily wanted to be. She picked red. She always picks red unless there is a purple or pink option, then she really has a choice. I picked blue. She took it off the board and put it back in the box. "You can't be blue. Ryan is blue. You can be yellow."
"Ryan is not here and I want to be blue." I put the blue back on the board.
"Ryan is blue! You can be yellow or green." Lily puts blue back in the box.
"Ryan is at school. He is not playing and I want to be blue."
"Ryan is blue. You can be Yellow or green or red."
"Okay, I'll be red."
::gasp:: "Nooooooooo!"
"Okay, I'll be blue"
"Okay."


(You may think that arguing over color with a 2 year old is silly and that's your right. I, however, would like to teach my children they do not always get their way when they are playing with me so they might remember it when playing with other children. I posted this because it amuses me not to start a debate on parenting style.)

Lily's Way

Today was a rough day. Especially since Lily was up so late last night with ear pain. We went to the doctor this morning. Lily had some wax blocking the doctor's view. It was hard to get it out so they tried to flush it out with water. Lily hated that part. She sucked it up for a while, but after the third or fourth time she started crying. She cried so hard. It didn't work, but it did soften it enough to pull it out with that long earwax tool they have. They removed a huge chunk of wax the doctor said could have been causing the pain and preventing her from hearing anything in that ear. (Talk about making me feel like a bad mom! I feel so bad when they have chunks of wax, but the doctor always tells us not to put anything in their ears. What do you do?) It turns out she does have a 'pretty bad' ear infection. There was a bunch of hullabaloo about getting her prescription covered by insurance. So even though we had gone to kill some time around town we ended up at home. When everything was ready and I could go pick up the prescription I told Lily it was time to go. "I'll just wait here," she said. I told her we needed to go right then so we could be home to pick up Ryan. To this she said, "I can't go. It's in my story, 'Lily waits here.'" If you watch Super Why you know why I was cracking up at this point. Luckily I have watched Super Why and I said, "Let's change the words 'waits here' to 'goes with Mommy.'" She got up with a wry smile on her face and we went. Phew! I really didn't need to take a fussing girl to the pharmacy. She has a way of brightening even my bleakest days.

The Pants

Lily put on her own pants after she used the potty...backwards. As I fixed them I told her what a good job she did pulling her pants up, but they were on backwards. When I got them on she yelled, "They are NOT right!" She immediately took them off and put them back on backwards. Of course since the snap and zipper were in the back she couldn't fasten them. I thought she would get tired of it after a while, but she went about her playing like everything was okay. So I buttoned them for her. After that she started walking around backwards. So her pants were coming at me the right way, but nothing else was. Silly girl.

Lessons in Spelling

Lily- "G-R-A-C-O. That's how you spell Potty!"


Guess where she got those letters.