Hungry much?

Today, Chrys was preparing the leftovers for lunch. Ryanne saw her spaghetti and wanted that.

R: I want my pasketti.
C: Do you want it hot or cold?
R: I want a fork.

She ate most of that and then downed two tacos and a bowl of rice for dinner.

Pants 2" too short, you say?

Busy weekend

Last weekend was insane for us.

Friday night, we went to the Lipizzaner Stallions. Ryanne didn't like being shown all of the horses and then having them leave, but ended up seeming to enjoy it. Chrys and I were meh.

Saturday was moderately quiet. She decided that she didn't want to go skating again so we may end up just doing free skate instead of classes. We'll see how this week goes. We went to play with some friends in town whom we haven't seen for weeks. They jumped on the trampoline and played dress-up and it was all good.

Sunday, I took her to Lion King (the musical). She was enraptured. I don't think she really looked away from the stage for the first act. She loved the kids. She loved the colors and the costumes. And then Aunt Kity let her borrow the binoculars - oooooooo! She traded laps a lot in the second act, but was singing Hakuna Matata today so I know some of it sunk in. She wanted a blue hat when we were done, but they didn't have kids hats, much less blue ones. I think she was a bit disappointed in the t-shirt.

I inadvertently had Chrys buy tickets to the Ice Bats game Sunday afternoon. I called on the way home (as the game started) and we said we'd see how it went. Ryanne was whiny and we had pretty much decided we weren't going when she asked VERY nicely if we could please go to the hockey game. Well, it totally jazzed her up. She went from whiny and barely consolable to totally energized, laughing and having a great time.

She woke on Monday happy as could be. She's deteriorated throughout the week.

So...this leaves me wondering. Is she bored? Or, God forbid, are Chrys and I seriously expected to raise an extrovert?

I think she figured us out

Ever since she got her bed, Ryanne has been convinced that she can't get out of it without one of us present. This was great because it gave her time to wake up and she'd sing-song calling us when she was ready, plus she went to bed quickly because she wasn't up playing.

She's walked out into the hallway a couple of times if she's heard us downstairs, but it's been few and far between.

Last night, she was up playing with all of her toys instead of going to bed (again, stupid daylight savings). This morning, I heard toys and then she walked into my room.

I think the sanctity of the bed may be broken...

Her name

Ryanne has started being able to copy her name from a source. She did it on her chalkboard after bringing home a piece of paper from school with a few copies. The "NNE" is relatively clear. The "RYA" is hit or miss since those tails can get kind of out of control. I just can't believe she's writing.

The hitting

I am so tired of the hitting, kicking, throwing stuff around. I realize that this is yet another normal phase, but AHHHHHHHH I am so tired of being hit or having Corin hit just because she's frustrated.

My head hurts. Turns out that a 3 year old's purse is pretty heavy.

Radio

We had no clock in Corin's room. We had one clock in Ryanne's room - a buzzer style alarm. We had two clocks in ours - the one that projects on the ceiling and the clock radio. We also have a mini stereo with a clock in it that we typically use for radio, but not for clock.

I wanted a clock in Corin's room. We decided it would be a real treat for Ryanne to move her clock into C's room and put the clock radio in her room. She knows how to operate the clock radio. She likes leaving music on for daddy.

Today, Chrys put it in there.

Tonight, she's still awake and the radio is on. She keeps playing with it.

Yeah, I'm sure it has nothing to do with the stupid daylight savings time. It's the radio. I'm sure of it.

Brothers are gross

Ryanne has major issues with any bodily fluid coming from Corin.

He drools on her toys. She gags.
He spits up on the floor. She gags.
He spits up on her. She starts heaving.
She watches Chrys change a particularly nasty diaper. She starts gagging AND heaving.

Thankfully, she has never followed through and thrown up because of something he did. I am sure it will happen someday.

Why is it that she can't turn away or wipe it off and move on? That would make my life too easy, wouldn't it?

Thump THUMP

That would be the number one reason that Ryanne typically doesn't wipe her own poops on the toilet. What goes thump THUMP when she does? Her...falling off.

One thump is no biggie. Two and we both went running. Chrys found her with her tush up in the air, one hand and feet on the floor, other hand waving toilet paper in the air as she proclaimed, "I fewl."

New shovel

Ryanne got her first shovel today. It's got a wood handle and a solid metal scoop end - whatever that's called. It's not quite as tall as she is. It's a good fit.

When we were looking at them at the store, I asked her if she knew what it was. She declared that she needed it for the litter. She would 'scoop and scoop the cat's poops and pees'. I explained that it was for dirt outside and not for the kitty litter. She got very excited.

We got home and she wanted to play outside. We put a sleeping Corin in his crib and went out in the backyard where I showed her how to dig up weeds with her shovel - heck, I'm not buying it and having it go to waste.

Corin woke up so we came in. Once I had him, Ryanne said she wanted to go back outside. There's not really a good place for him out there right now (with half our bushes in the middle of the yard until we get the chainsaw fixed). I asked if she was ok out there alone. She said she would be fine.

There she is - outside playing in the dirt while I keep Corin from climbing up the stairs. Shovels breed independence, I guess. I'm just hoping that Chrys is wrong and the shovel isn't the new best thing for making ants 'happy'.

Ice skating

Ryanne had her first ice skating lesson on Saturday. She says she had fun.

She didn't see me get on the ice for my lesson so she kept trying to leave to find me. Clearly, I need to do a better job of letting her see where I go to avoid that next week.

She actually moved. They don't teach gliding or anything to them immediately so she's just taking baby march steps across the ice. They pushed a crate around. I think I saw her carrying stuff at one point.

She fell 2 or 3 times and wasn't too happy about that. The last time, I was there with her and "fell" down with her. We stood up together and that seemed to help her. She kept wanting to grab me and hold my hands, but I'm so unstable that I would steer her back to doing it on her own.

She says she is excited about going back next week. I know I am. We'll miss one lesson so we get to do a Tuesday make-up. That will let Chrys and Corin come with us and get some pictures of her.

The thing I think I enjoyed most, though, was the bit of time alone with her. I didn't have to juggle Corin or worry about ignoring him. He stayed home with Chrys and I got time alone with my girl. It was fun to share it with her and I hope we can keep it up.

The other 'word'

That I knew I wanted to record...

"raze" - usage "Mommy are you going to raze? With your razor?"

I love this age. Don't know a word - come up with something based on the information provided.

Sibling interaction

It's really cool to watch Ryanne interact with Corin (and vice versa, to be honest, but that's for his journal). I am reasonably sure that she just adores him. She loves nothing more than to captivate him and get him laughing. She will do all sorts of crazy stuff to get his attention and then anything more to keep it. She loves making him laugh - the louder the better. She loves to grab him in hugs and roll around on the floor with her arms wrapped around him.

Serious adoration.