Negotiations

For dinner tonight we had chicken sautéed with broccoli and marinade served with mac and cheese. You can guess which part of that was my choice and which was the kids'.

Ryanne plowed through her mac and cheese. She declared she was still hungry. I suggested the chicken and broccoli. She insisted that she needed mac and cheese to eat with it. I told her how sorry I was that she was out but that if she was really still hungry there was plenty of food left on her plate.

We had the typical dialogues on how people need a variety of foods, how mean I am, how hungry she is, how her mouth doesn't like lemon marinade anymore, etc.

Finally she looks at me.
"Mommy, do you want this to stop?"

I smell a trap.
"Yes, I do. I find this really frustrating."

She sniffles.
"Then you should just give me more mac and cheese. Then I will stop crying and eat my protein and be full."

As you can guess, it didn't stop.

Car sick

Pretty sure she gets motion sickness on windy, bumpy roads. She was ill last year on a bumpy road from CT and again on the bumpy NY/VT roads today. She does ok in the car but the minute we hit land it's not pretty. So much for getting my iron stomach.





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Awkward parenting moment of the week

Ryanne was scoping out the drawing of us from our honeymoon. The last 0 in 2000 is a bit open. She was confused about it being 2006.

I explained that it was 2000 and that we were married in 2000.

She asked when she was born. 2003. She corrected me to her birthdate.

"When did you do penis to vulva?"

I told her that took 9 months but couldn't correct her to vagina.

Can I change my answers on the TAG for for the science question? I forgot about biology.


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Impatient

Today, I met up with some Girl Scout people at a Walgreen's. It was pouring. It had been a long day. I had to get our registration for spring campout turned in.

I left the kids in the car with the heater running. I was all of two feet away.

I got distracted talking cookies with our mentor mama.

I saw something in my dash and turned to see this


perched in the window.

The other mom asked what ages our girls were. She seemed surprised that my kindergartener wrote that. She laughed and said she best let me go. I could only nod and agree.

Story teller

Ryanne loves role playing and general story telling. They can be pretty elaborate.

Today's involved Miss J and Christmas and stilts and...

At one point she addressed the person as "mama" in her story Ryanne voice. Corin looks at her and reprimands, "Miss Jowi is not your mom."

Ryanne matter of factly states, "In the story she is."