Friday, February 29, 2008
"I am still coughing a bit, and I am playing with the cats. Opal stuck her paw in Pearl's butt. F.Y.I you might want to clean Opal's paw. "
She didn't like my response: "You clean it."
Monday, February 25, 2008
The exchange following the next question freaked me out a bit: they asked what kind of car had the previously missing plate. In my half awake state, I answered Subaru Outback (my car, not my mom's). They asked if it was the one parked in the garage. Yes, I answered tentatively, a bit surprised to learn that they had peered into our garage (which has a glass window). My mom had emerged by then and corrected me about which car was involved. She had been asleep longer than me, but she must get awake a bit faster. They then told me that the plate had been found on an unregistered, assumed to be stolen Mercedes less than a mile from our house. I think that they thought we were connected to the theft, and they were ready to make their arrest. They quickly realized that their case wasn't going to be such an easy one, apologized for disturbing us so late, and left. It's hard to believe that this was such an important case that they couldn't wait until morning to come calling. I'm also surprised that someone would steal just one of two tags, thinking that they could get away with just having one plate and that we wouldn't notice it or report it. The police told me that it happens all the time.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Once I had made up my mind to eradicate the behavoir, I promptly employed the approach that I successfully used with both girls to end the constant whining that comes at age 3-4: pretending that I can't hear until the request is said in a normal voice (I wish I really couldn't hear; it's like nails on a chalkboard). When I explained that I couldn't hear her when she used that voice, she covered her ears and only made her request in a louder, meaner voice. Not a good start, but I knew that I had to hold firm and not give in. Tootle went to sleep that night in tears because she fooled around at bedtime and I told her there wasn't enough time for books. Her request for just one book was said in the nasty voice so I wasn't able to read to her. She didn't want to listen when I told her that I would be able to hear her and read to her if the request was made in a normal voice. I modeled the voice; I told her how sad it made me not to be able to read to her, all to no avail.
Yesterday morning started off badly again, until I told her that she could wear shoes that I don't normally let her wear to school later in the week if she used a nice voice for the rest of the day. It worked for the rest of the morning. At recess, she apologized to the friend who she went off on, and in the evening, the grouchy voice made no appearances. At bedtime she learned that she had earned her reward. This morning the nasty voice stayed under lock and key. Perhaps we've turned the corner and Tootle the Terrible is no more. If not, I'll have to dream up another motivating nonmonetary reward, while perfecting my hearing loss.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Most of my recent posts/pictures are of Tootle so here's one of Doodle. She and I went ice skating at an outdoor rink with the entire 4th grade from her school. It was a beautiful night, and I loved having some special time with my big girl and her friends. Tootle was forced to stay home because she was sick.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Earlier in the day (10:30 a.m.) we saw the Hannah Montana 3-D movie. Tootle danced and danced at the front of the theater but Doodle and her friend were a bit more reserved, making two brief forays to the dance zone. As soon as we dropped Doodle's friend off after lunch, we headed to the ice rink for Tootle's skating lesson. This was one of those weekends where practically every minute was scheduled, and next weekend isn't much better. We have Chinese New Year events on Saturday. Doodle is invited to two birthday parties at the same time on Sunday; she has decided to go to both the swimming party and the solve a mystery party. This is possible because one of the parties is 4 hours long, but it will take some logistical planning on my part because I also have to find a way to get Tootle to her skating lesson. Sometimes I think mom is a synonym for chauffeur.