The Weather Game

Chrys has convinced RC that we have another game on the Wii. Today, she asked to if she could make it not cold. He asked if she wanted to make it rain in China. She liked that idea.

Killer

There was a flying something in the house tonight as Ryanne and I sat eating dessert. She was watching it closely. It flew over and landed on her chest so I reached over, tapped her and it fell to the floor.

She looked at me in horror. Her face crumpled. "I don't want it deaded."

Since when can I not kill insects in the house? Gah!

She bent down and gently picked it up off the floor.
R: "Make it not deaded."
M: "I can't do that, sweetie. We can put it outside and let its spirit fly, though."
R: "Yeah"

We open the door and she drops it outside saying something about fly little buggie, fly away.

R: "Its friends will help it get better."
M: "We can only hope."
R: "Then it can come back inside."
M: "I'm sure we'll see one again."

She still wasn't totally ok when she went upstairs. I didn't expect something like this to set her off this early. I guess all of the death she's experienced in her short life has really had more of an effect on her than I ever realized. I will certainly be more careful about trying to catch and release. Now, if I could just get her to stop squishing the ones outside. Hypocrite.

Little shopper

Yesterday we went to Hallmark. While I looked for an ornament I wanted, I sent RC to find new wrapping paper (gods only know where the rest of ours went - we don't *remember* using it all up).

She comes over after a bit. "Mommy, you need to come pay." "Ryanne, I'm not ready to check out yet." "Oh." Runs off.

I wander about and end up tracking her down near the wrapping paper. The sales clerk says that Ryanne asked to be shown the "roll paper that's sticky". The clerk said, "tape?" "No, I have that. The big roll wrap paper." At which point she was shown to the wrapping paper. Apparently she debated between two rolls for some time. The clerk thought it was awesome.

Then we went to check out. "There you are again," says the lady. I must have looked confused. "She (pointing at Ryanne) came over earlier with her paper and some other stuff and asked to go so I had her all rung up. Then she came back and said you weren't ready to pay. I didn't realize she wasn't alone (what? who sends their 4 year old shopping alone?!) She just needs your credit card and she'll be all set."

I sighed. She's right in this case, though. If I can teach her to do her laundry and use the microwave, she'll be ready to live on her own. :)

Scratch that

We now have a hand drawn letter to the big man in red. She wants an iPod. With headphones.

Really, she wants a big one (Classic), but she said she'd be ok with a little one (Nano). She's getting the smallest nano they make, but it will have the video capability that might enable longer car rides. This is really why we would even consider it.

I think we have our bases covered. Unless she doubles back to the doll, something she *really* wants will be under the tree.

Spoiled? What are you talking about?

More Ryanne-isms

I think I've talked about work shirts before. Anything that buttons up is a work shirt. She identifies these because it's what Chrys wears to work.

She has YMCA shirts that she and I have to wear to go to the Y. If I go to the Y not in one of those she knows it's going to be a short visit or for school. So help me if I wear one and don't get hers out, too. Specifically it's a red one for Healthy Kids Day. She doesn't recognize any of her other Y shirts as YMCA work shirts. Yes, she works at the Y, too. She earns money by helping me clean toys. That's why she needs a YMCA work shirt. She's adamant about this.

And, now, we have Daddy Day shirts. These are Chrys' solid color t-shirts that he wears on weekends. She apparently let him know of this when helping him get something in the laundry one day. I think she was looking for jeans and was naming off things as she found them. He asked for clarification, but it was as he expected.

The doctor says she's 4

She was 40" tall and 35.6lbs. Her blood pressure was 90/40. She got her DTaP, MMR, IPV and Chickenpox vaccine. I still feel guilty about the chickenpox. She's still 50th percentile all the way around. She also got the flu mist. I think this is one of the last times she's eligible for that. I don't know what I'll do about it next year.

We talked about her eye sight - she passed the test, even reading all the letters mostly correctly. They didn't test her hearing again. We talked about her relationship with her brother.

We talked about her being a bit of a pain and the doctor said it was normal. She's apparently 4. Ah well...