Today is the third day in a row the little Pip has thrown an hysterical tantrum. Monday night, she lost it because she didn't want to go to the bathroom herself and we told her that my going meant I would take her pillow pet for the night. It went downhill from there with her screaming, pushing me, crying and fighting both me and Hans over her pillow pet (I ended up making the decision for her because she obviously needed to pee and would not go without me) and then over listening to Hans talk to her. After more than a half hour of this, with her screaming my name from time out over and over again, she finally settled down and Hans got her back to bed. I went to hug her and the little twit, who even worked herself into hyperventilating, said she still wanted her Christmas lights on because she wanted to read.
Yesterday's tantrum was because I began to put her hair in a ponytail. I was brushing her hair and had started putting in the holder when she came unglued. She hadn't even noticed until I was almost finished and then screamed, cried and stomped her feet as she pulled away from my and tried pulling at her hair. That was another ten minutes or more. I put her in her room, telling her the behavior unacceptable.
This morning is Lunchbox Day at preschool. Abby kindly gave her some Valentine hearts candy to put in her lunchbox for school. I put her peanut butter bread in and some carrots. Little miss decided she didn't want anything but the candy and lost it when I disagreed. More hysterics. Argh.
She is so STUBBORN. However, she has seemed less inclined to require I accompany her to the toilet...
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
What Color?
After climbing onto her father's lap, Pip looks at him and asks, "Papa, what color am I?" Hans doesn't know what to say, so she asks again, louder, "Papa! What color am I?" Hans fumbles for a response, but still doesn't say anything. Exasperated, she looks at him and says, "You are green, I am pink, and Abby is purple."
Friday, February 3, 2012
Why I Shake My Head
Hans and the children are watching Merlin. Pip is especially excited about this show which is based on the stories of Arthur and Merlin and Camelot. While watching the other night, Pip gets involved in her imagination.
Pip: I have a 'tending jar of gummy hammers. Eli! Do you want a gummy hammer? I have a 'tending jar. Rainbow ones. Do you want to try a 'tending rainbow gummy hammer, Mama? A 'tending one. Rainbow one.
She earnestly repeats this to her father, who says he wants two of them and teases her when she only puts her hand to his one time because she didn't really have two in her hand for him just one even though she said she had two.
This is a normal evening.
Most days I play Candyland and Feed the Kitty with Pip. These are her games. She cheats. With Candyland, she's no longer stacking the deck with a candy card on top just for her, but she does sometimes forget that she's already gone and goes again. With Feed the Kitty, she's started sneaking mice from the kitty bowl to give to me instead of giving me hers when she is supposed to. I even saw her hiding some mice under her dress while she was playing. She is a good sport when she loses, although we often have to continue to play until she wins.
Her drawings have matured from happy balloons and happy potatoes to rock people with smiling faces and arms and legs. She said she drew glasses on one yesterday, but it had to go in her save box and that's why she couldn't let me see it because it was for "save."
I've signed all the children up for indoor soccer. Abby and Eli both have games on Saturdays, nowhere near the same time, for the next 6 weeks or so. Pip just has soccer on Tuesday eves for the month of February. It's going to be fun watching them, especially the little one running on the turf in the sports center with other 3-5 year-olds.
Pip: I have a 'tending jar of gummy hammers. Eli! Do you want a gummy hammer? I have a 'tending jar. Rainbow ones. Do you want to try a 'tending rainbow gummy hammer, Mama? A 'tending one. Rainbow one.
She earnestly repeats this to her father, who says he wants two of them and teases her when she only puts her hand to his one time because she didn't really have two in her hand for him just one even though she said she had two.
This is a normal evening.
Most days I play Candyland and Feed the Kitty with Pip. These are her games. She cheats. With Candyland, she's no longer stacking the deck with a candy card on top just for her, but she does sometimes forget that she's already gone and goes again. With Feed the Kitty, she's started sneaking mice from the kitty bowl to give to me instead of giving me hers when she is supposed to. I even saw her hiding some mice under her dress while she was playing. She is a good sport when she loses, although we often have to continue to play until she wins.
Her drawings have matured from happy balloons and happy potatoes to rock people with smiling faces and arms and legs. She said she drew glasses on one yesterday, but it had to go in her save box and that's why she couldn't let me see it because it was for "save."
I've signed all the children up for indoor soccer. Abby and Eli both have games on Saturdays, nowhere near the same time, for the next 6 weeks or so. Pip just has soccer on Tuesday eves for the month of February. It's going to be fun watching them, especially the little one running on the turf in the sports center with other 3-5 year-olds.
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