Blog Archives
Dirty Girl Weekend
Well, this weekend was slated for a trip up to CM’s mom’s ranch to help with ongoing general improvement/repair projects. K loves going to the ranch because it means lots of room to ride her trike, dirt to play in, horses to watch, etc.
For us, it meant another opportunity to have her wear big-girl undies for long stretches with minimal negative consequences. We are still going strong with the Dora sticker chart and she seems to be pretty interested in that. K2 is also working on a Dora sticker chart so they do tend to put a reasonable amount of three-year-old-esque peer pressure on one another. Who would’ve thought?
Anyway, K started off the day very well, tinkling in the potty when she got up, and wearing her dora big-girl undies for several hours with no accidents. However, after lunch, she started doing the periodic buttcheek-grab, which is a sure sign she is feeling the urge to poo, yet aware of the lack of her preferred convenient pullup. We have found that the only way to get her to poo in the potty is to let her run around naked for awhile once she starts the buttcheek-grabbing, until she can’t deny it any more and makes a run for the potty. So logically we figured it was worth a try at the ranch, and she willingly enough stripped down to her t shirt and socks, and played around for.the.next.three.hours. We should see if there are any nude toddler tricyce riding competitions out there to enter her in.
Yes that’s right, her will to play uninterrupted surpassed her biological need to void. CM, unable to get much work done, and getting tired of keeping K indoors, finally broke down and authorized the pullup, whereupon K filled it less than 10 minutes later.
Oh well, aside from that slight detour for pullup pooing, she wore big girl undies all day with no accidents. Dinner was another matter altogether, where we had our first dreaded Restaurant Accident. Suffice it to say, thank god we had plenty of extra clothes and cleanup materials in the van.
As usual, our bright girl has provided plenty of verbal entertainment recently…
_____________________________________________________
K: I’m hungry
CM: We’ll get dinner soon.
K: Ok but no YUCKY food for dinner. No YUCKY dinner.
CM: (sigh)
_________________________________________________
K: Look, a horse!
CM: Yep, pretty huh?
K: Yeah!
CM: maybe someday soon Uncle V can take you for a ride on BJ (family horse). Would you like that?
K: no!
CM: are you sure? people like to ride horses. I used to love to ride when I was a little girl. Maybe at Easter we could talk Uncle V into giving you and K2 both a ride on BJ.
K: K2 goes first.
___________________________________________
K: Mom, can I help you paint the wall in the bathroom?
CM: Sorry, it’s a mommy job.
K: But I really, really want to paint. I’ll go get my brush. (enter the dreaded whiney voice)
CM: Sorry, the bathroom is really small and painting is definitely a mommy job.
K: but mom! what about teamwork? We need to do teamwork to get the job done together!
CM: (mentally) oh crap.
__________________________________________
K to CM: Daddy says that grandma called. he said grandma. I told him he needs to say GRAND-MOTH-ER. No grandma. GRAND-MOTH-ER.
CM: alrighty then.
_____________________________________________
Worldly Three-Year-Old Wisdom
Some weighty observations offered by K (and reflexive mommy responses) of late:
- Kids don’t like time-outs! (no kidding?)
- Going to the potty is NOT cool. (YES IT IS!)
- no, you don’t need to do homework. I don’t do homework. (gee thanks for that insight)
- My tummy is so cute. (ok, it is, but hello, RANDOM)
- I don’t want to leave K2′s house. It is more fun than my house! (way to go, parental guilt over bored, unstimulated child who only has boring, unstimulating toys, apparently.)
- I’m done counting M&Ms, no more counting, I just want to eat them! (followed up by strict instructions to NOT COUNT every time she gets an M&M performance reward.)
- I just LOVE to make gas from my buns. (see ‘Everyone Stinks’, last paragraph. This is still an issue with some excitement attached, apparently.)
A few interesting conversations
This is a shamelessly simple post, but yet very entertaining to me because it captures the essence of regular conversations with my dear daughter of late.
setting: in the mom-mobile (better known as the minivan we swore we’d never buy, OR like) on the way to drop the girls off to preschool
K (to cousin K2): guess what?
K2: what?
K: I’m going to school today.
K2: why?
K: just because I love it.
K2: oh, cool. (said very seriously)
________________________________
setting: getting into the mom-mobile to run errands
K (to Mom): look a tree, I want to climb that tree!
Mom: insert generic parent statements here about ouchies and tree climbing and safety
K: I want to climb trees like Daddy.
Mom: (mentally…WTF?) oh, you must have remembered Daddy talking about climbing trees alot as a little boy. Well, you know, he did fall out of trees a bunch of times and get big ouchies, so you probably shouldn’t try it.
K: I’m going to climb a tree. (followed up by 3 days of simulated “tree climbing” by attempting to shimmy up the 4 foot pole of the stand fan in the playroom.)
_____________________________________
setting: K in the bath, Mom nearby trying to do a little homework
K: I’m all clean now, I want to get out.
Mom: No you’re not, you have to stay in the bath a little longer.
K: (attempting to splash water into the next county)
Mom: keep the water in the tub!
K: am I clean now?
______________________________________
Favorite K phrases:
I’m a good poo-er!
But I don’t want to eat _____, it has seeds on it!
(nighttime paging system, said with great emphasis) Oh daaaaaaadddy. Daddy. Oh Dada. Oh Daaaaaddy.
