Needle and Thread

I fixed the dogs toy today, needle and thread required. It must have looked super fun, because I hear a soft wizzing noise, look up and see that Maggie has the end of the thread around the coffee table and the spool is nowhere to be seen. I follow the thread and it leads into the kitchen, around the kitchen table, and back into the family room and around the coffee table, a trail about 35 feet long, maybe longer.

What you doing?

I recently read in a friend's blog that her son has reached the "why?" stage. And I was thinking about what a nice change of pace "Why?" would be from "What you doing?"

If I'm doing anything that looks remotely interesting, and by interesting I mean anything that I don't want my kid involved with, I get a preschooler crawling into my lap or up my leg asking, "What you doing?" or "What's that?" If you ignore the question, or say "Nothing." you get the question repeated, over, and over, and over, and over until you come up with a better answer. Joy.

Beautiful

We are in full holiday cheer mode around here. This year is totally different than last year- this year we "get" Christmas. We understand who Santa is and we believe it, we know what snowmen and carols and evergreen trees mean, and we get ridiculously excited to see our neighbors outdoor twinkle lights and yell, "Look Mom, Christmas!" every time we notice a new display.

My favorite moment so far has got to be the pink aluminum tree. We got Maggie her own little mini-tree from the craft store. I let her pick it out, so of course it's pink. It's very Charlie-Brown-esque, a spindly little thing. When we first got it we added our ornaments, all pink or purple and revolving around the theme of Princess Ballerina (like I said, we let her pick it out). I realized the next day that the tree needs some lights, how could we forget the lights? I went out and bought a way-too-long string of multicolored lights and asked Maggie to help me string up the tree. I turned out the bedroom lights and waited for a reaction, and here's what I got... "Ohhhh, Mom, it's beautiful!" in a quiet, breathy, awed sort of way.

Not pretty, not shiny, not cute, it's BEAUTIFUL. Big word for a big girl, I didn't even know she knew that word. I love Christmas.

From Her Throne

We're down in the basement playing. Well, Maggie is playing, I'm reading a magazine and making kissy faces at Catie. I'm not really paying much attention to what Maggie is doing, but she seems pleasantly occupied. All of a sudden she is demanding "Clean my butt! Clean my butt!" I finally turn my head...

She has taken her pink plastic potty seat out of the bathroom and is sitting on it, right in front of her My Little Pony play-house, right in the middle of the play room. Inside the play-house, the pony is also on the john. I can't tell if she is being the voice of the pony and just talking to herself, or if she actually does need her butt cleaned. Turned out to be the latter. I can't think of another time in life when it may be perfectly acceptable (albeit still disgusting) to take a crap in the living room, can you?

You know how you husband has magazines in the bathroom to keep himself occupied while on the toilet (can't be just my husband, right?)? I guess this is Maggie's version of that. When you can't take the toy to the toilet I guess you take the toilet to the toy.

She Eats!

Solid food! Well, almost solid food. It's more like semi-solid, or mostly-liquid food, but you get the idea....