The Man put plastic over both windows back here, and he even plasticized the old, no-longer-in-use pantry door to the outside. So like I said, it's cold. However, little Miss Fashionplate, has been coming downstairs in the morning dressed in a tank top and a mini skirt. I, the broken record, keep repeating: "ELLA, IT IS WINTER. IN WINTER WE PUT AWAY OUR SUMMER CLOTHES." She also takes all the clothes off every toy she owns. Does she hate clothes? Is it a 3 year old thing?
* I was just reading that horrible library book to the kids again, which I hate, and they enjoy. It's called Dog Breath, by Dav Pilkey. Incidentally, the kids seem to love all the books I've brought home by him, but The Man and I hate reading them. It's about a family pet, who is otherwise lovable, but has breath so bad nodoby can be around her. The dog's name is Hally Tosis (drives me up the wall right there. The 'HYUK' factor is minimal. The 'YUK' factor--huge). I had just gotten to the part in the book when 2 burglars creep into the Tosis home, when Jack stopped reading his "British Invasion" book and casually said;
"I'm a 'turd burgler.'"
Made it all worth it.
* One of the presents The Man got me for Christmas, was an enormous pair of fleece pyjamas. The pants are red with white reindeer on them, and the top is this man-sized red rectangle with white trim around the neck and cuffs. The size on the tag alone had sent me into a downward spiral of depression (is that how big he thinks I am?? Sniff!), but the best part was the first time I wore them, and the kids hopped into bed with us in the morning:
Jack: "Mom, are you being SANTA CLAUS?"
Me: "Oh great."
The Man: "no, she's Mrs. Claus"
Me: "yeah, that makes it better."
The Man: "sexy Mrs Claus."
Jack: "I think Mom's being Santa."
Me: "I'm going to get dressed."
* Ella was doing a little reminiscing with me today:
Ella: "Momma, you're too fat for McDonald's Playland."
Me: Sigh. "Yeah, you're right, honey."
Ella: "That skinny grampa had to save me."
For the whole story, read HERE.
* my sister and I have come to the realisation, that there appears to be one year in a child's young life, whereby he/she seems to be sick nearly CONSTANTLY. The year Jack turned 3, he was sick from December till April--steady. I had gone to the doctor's at one point in despair, when she informed me that a child will typically have 10 colds a year until they reach the age of 10 or so, and they will have a respite from being ill in July and August, when they're off school. I have a theory that this is why a lot of kids visibly "shoot up" in growth during the summer vacation: their bodies aren't being taxed by constant defense against GERMS.
* further to the last point, Ella has had a cough, nearly continuously (maybe with small breaks) since August. The last virus she had was a doozy, and she was so grouchy I was ready to put my own head through the plaster wall:
Me: "Ella, you need to eat some of your soup, so you can feel better in time for Christmas!"
Ella (with total contempt and disgust): "Who cares, YA WEIRDO."
* Poop on blankets always puts me in a bad mood.
* How does one teach their 3 year old to wipe from front to back when their chubby little baby arm doesn't actually reach their ass??? This is something of a puzzle. Hm, I said, whattaya know about that...well, we'll try again in a couple of months.
* this (by some miracle), may not be how I look, but after eating fruit cake, pizza, yummy cookies that my sister made, and scrounged chocolates from the kids, and sleeping in till 10 in the morning, and hardly getting a lick of exercise, this is how I feel:
|you saw that movie "Blade" Didn't you? Time to get back into those regular walks. (Note: this is not a real person, it's a really yucky character from the movie. There, all better, right?)|