As most of you know, I watch 2 little girls during the weekdays. They are lovingly referred to as the Daredevil and the Diva. Their respective names are quite a reflection of their personalities. Today, I add two new personalities to the mix. I have 2 boys today who are so awesome. They seem to balance the drama with the girls with their interesting and linear observations.
Upon the arrival of the second boy, the two girls and the first quiet boy were watching Strawberry Shortcake. The girls were of course arguing over who got to 'be' which character in the show. Daredevil was Strawberry, and Diva wanted to be Pupcake..or Custard. Then the second boy announced loudly, "Dogs chase cats!....hee hee....well they DO!" It was about that time that they, all four, started playing 'chase' around my living room. I turned off the movie because, well, no one could hear it at that point anyway, and all that extra noise just seemed nonsensical.
Boys add a new dynamic that I must say I really appreciate. The quiet boy, we will call him the 'Mouse', he happily plays any game anyone suggests. He easily gets along with everyone and goes along with most everything. He has an appetite for few of the snacks in my house except for cheese and gogurt...he never turns those down. This, along with his quiet disposition, has earned him his nickname. Don't get me wrong, he has his occasional 'silly-time loudness', but for the most part, he is a sweet little mouse.
The energetic boy, who has awesome auburn-red hair, blue eyes, and always a smile on his dimpled face, often brings a certain liveliness to the party. Its like a ball of positive energy rushes through the door when he arrives, and everyone in the room suddenly gets transformed from 'hum drum' to 'happy and excited'. We have all met people like this. They are the ones you make sure are coming to your party, because then you know it will be a success. While he is still only 3, he has a certain Charisma. So I will call him Charisma. Somehow, because it ends in A it seems a little feminine, but this boy is ALL boy. Star Wars and guns...and lots and lots of sound effects. In a few years, I am certain the Dare Devil and the Diva will be arguing over who gets to take him to the Girls Choice dance.
Anyway, it is fun to have these boys here to balance the drama as I said before. The girls seem to forget all about who is pretty, and who has more friends, and they just...play. This balance is not one I seem to be able to identify amongst adults...I dont think adding men to the group of women makes the women just suddenly quit caring about their competition and 'play'. Unless maybe they are in college. . .Perhaps it is less about boys and girls and more about personalities...that I can see in the adult world...but I wonder if I watched them long enough, if I would be able to gain insights into the boy/girl balance.
I will let you know if Charisma and the little Mouse teach me anything of any significance in this department. Until then, I will keep a list of all of the funny things they say and see if I can make a little quote book at the end.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Zah zah zah Zumba!
Oh My HEAVENS!
That was quite possibly the single most entertaining event I have ever attended. And not because it was so spectacular that I couldn't contain myself, but rather, because of the interesting social dynamic that was present.
Anyone who read my previous Zumba post knows that I am fashion challenged, but I never knew how important fashion in exercise was until the 'Wake Up Your Life Zumbathon' in Helena. Girls were there of all shapes and sizes and, thankfully, in all sorts of different types of apparel, but there was CLEARLY a bar set that many reached, but a majority did not. I think if we were in Los Angeles, this would not have been the case, but in Helena, Montana....there are not many who can achieve the high level of 'cool' that is the Zumba crowd.
The problem, I think, is a lack of sunshine. When I moved to Montana from sunny California, I noticed this fashion deficiency and actually welcomed it, because I could never really keep up with the west coast vibe anyway. It isn't just a Zumba thing, but it became exceedingly evident and clear at the Zumbathon that we in the north of the Mountain Standard Time Zone simply do not have what it takes to be 'cool'. I'm not sure how clear that was to any of the native Montanans, but for a transplant like me, it was obvious.
True Zumba girls walked around in 'packs' sporting their best Zumba gear, which included $60 Official Zumba pants, $40 Official Zumba 'shirts' (I use quotations because they might not qualify as 'shirts' unless you are on the beach.), and some sort of wrist or head band with bright florescent colors.
You could tell who was 'out of date' because some people had official Zumba pants, but they didn't have this year's tassels that hung from the knees and butt cheeks of the more up-to-date Zumba-ers. Most of the Montana instructors got the memo that camo pants with bright orange tassels were the proper attire for the evening. This group walked around together with power strides through the crowd bumping anyone with the audacity to be standing in the wrong place as they tried to get through. I was silly enough to be standing in the same spot for 20 minutes while waiting for things to start when I was bumped over by the seriously intent group who clearly had something more important to do than to worry about the little people down on the floor that might have gotten in the way. It was like a flashback from high school where the Cheerleaders had a pep rally to get to, and all of the regular student body had to part the red sea for them to get by or else get bumped into the wall as the 'important' people go by. Usually the importants would smile and say 'ooh! sorry!' with a shining smile, and the innocent bystander was supposed to smile back and wave, because, hey, they TALKED to you. This time, however, I was older than the 'cool kids' so I wasn't nearly as impressed.
The special guests of the evening were really famous. My friend and I had VIP tickets so we got to meet them AND go take our picture with them. Except, we had NO idea who they were. Once everyone figured out that the guy wearing the blue sweat suit, that was walking around for an hour before the thing started, was the guy we were all waiting for, the line to meet him on stage got very long very fast. It was DeeJay something and this girl named... Marcie?? All I know is I thought maybe she was Christina Aguilera in disguise because she had long blonde hair and wore a very fashionable hat. Anyway, I guess they invented Zumba or something. The main thing is that our instructors were REALLY excited to meet them, so we pretended to be excited too.
Turns out Marcie IS an amazing dancer, and she is really nice. The DeeJay is...well...very attractive without his shirt on. He took his shirt off half way through the hour and a half Zumbathon to inspire the masses to keep going....and it worked. Married women, young women, old women, and women who prefer women, all screamed in a wild frenzy as he disrobed and flexed his amazing abs. My friend took one look and said, ''Somehow, he reminds me of my laundry.'' I said he reminded me of my husband, so I won the witty funny comment contest on that round. Don't tell Greg I said that, he'll remind me that I look reeeeeally wide in my photo with the DeeJay, and my dream of washboard abs has never, ever, been achievable....not even BEFORE kids.
Anyway, I managed to make it through the entire hour and a half without needing assistance from the paramedics on site, and I was reminded of how much I used to love dancing to fun music. I think Zumba is 'the biggest exercise craze since aerobics' because women like to go out dancing. Their husbands either won't take them, or are terrible dancers and simply shouldn't take them. Its like girls' night out with weight loss benefits. I'm pretty sure I lost 5 pounds in that one hour and a half session and I can't complain about that. Plus all the laundry I got done using only my eyeballs...
So, a big shout out to all my Zumba peeps...thanks for the party! "Holla!"
That was quite possibly the single most entertaining event I have ever attended. And not because it was so spectacular that I couldn't contain myself, but rather, because of the interesting social dynamic that was present.
Anyone who read my previous Zumba post knows that I am fashion challenged, but I never knew how important fashion in exercise was until the 'Wake Up Your Life Zumbathon' in Helena. Girls were there of all shapes and sizes and, thankfully, in all sorts of different types of apparel, but there was CLEARLY a bar set that many reached, but a majority did not. I think if we were in Los Angeles, this would not have been the case, but in Helena, Montana....there are not many who can achieve the high level of 'cool' that is the Zumba crowd.
The problem, I think, is a lack of sunshine. When I moved to Montana from sunny California, I noticed this fashion deficiency and actually welcomed it, because I could never really keep up with the west coast vibe anyway. It isn't just a Zumba thing, but it became exceedingly evident and clear at the Zumbathon that we in the north of the Mountain Standard Time Zone simply do not have what it takes to be 'cool'. I'm not sure how clear that was to any of the native Montanans, but for a transplant like me, it was obvious.
True Zumba girls walked around in 'packs' sporting their best Zumba gear, which included $60 Official Zumba pants, $40 Official Zumba 'shirts' (I use quotations because they might not qualify as 'shirts' unless you are on the beach.), and some sort of wrist or head band with bright florescent colors.
You could tell who was 'out of date' because some people had official Zumba pants, but they didn't have this year's tassels that hung from the knees and butt cheeks of the more up-to-date Zumba-ers. Most of the Montana instructors got the memo that camo pants with bright orange tassels were the proper attire for the evening. This group walked around together with power strides through the crowd bumping anyone with the audacity to be standing in the wrong place as they tried to get through. I was silly enough to be standing in the same spot for 20 minutes while waiting for things to start when I was bumped over by the seriously intent group who clearly had something more important to do than to worry about the little people down on the floor that might have gotten in the way. It was like a flashback from high school where the Cheerleaders had a pep rally to get to, and all of the regular student body had to part the red sea for them to get by or else get bumped into the wall as the 'important' people go by. Usually the importants would smile and say 'ooh! sorry!' with a shining smile, and the innocent bystander was supposed to smile back and wave, because, hey, they TALKED to you. This time, however, I was older than the 'cool kids' so I wasn't nearly as impressed.
The special guests of the evening were really famous. My friend and I had VIP tickets so we got to meet them AND go take our picture with them. Except, we had NO idea who they were. Once everyone figured out that the guy wearing the blue sweat suit, that was walking around for an hour before the thing started, was the guy we were all waiting for, the line to meet him on stage got very long very fast. It was DeeJay something and this girl named... Marcie?? All I know is I thought maybe she was Christina Aguilera in disguise because she had long blonde hair and wore a very fashionable hat. Anyway, I guess they invented Zumba or something. The main thing is that our instructors were REALLY excited to meet them, so we pretended to be excited too.
Turns out Marcie IS an amazing dancer, and she is really nice. The DeeJay is...well...very attractive without his shirt on. He took his shirt off half way through the hour and a half Zumbathon to inspire the masses to keep going....and it worked. Married women, young women, old women, and women who prefer women, all screamed in a wild frenzy as he disrobed and flexed his amazing abs. My friend took one look and said, ''Somehow, he reminds me of my laundry.'' I said he reminded me of my husband, so I won the witty funny comment contest on that round. Don't tell Greg I said that, he'll remind me that I look reeeeeally wide in my photo with the DeeJay, and my dream of washboard abs has never, ever, been achievable....not even BEFORE kids.
Anyway, I managed to make it through the entire hour and a half without needing assistance from the paramedics on site, and I was reminded of how much I used to love dancing to fun music. I think Zumba is 'the biggest exercise craze since aerobics' because women like to go out dancing. Their husbands either won't take them, or are terrible dancers and simply shouldn't take them. Its like girls' night out with weight loss benefits. I'm pretty sure I lost 5 pounds in that one hour and a half session and I can't complain about that. Plus all the laundry I got done using only my eyeballs...
So, a big shout out to all my Zumba peeps...thanks for the party! "Holla!"
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Karma and the Laundry Fairies
When I was a kid and my parents would go out and leave my older sister and I home alone, my mother would often say to no one in particular, while looking around in the air, "I wish I had some little fairies that would magically clean up the dishes from the table while I'm gone....'' Which was 'code' for, ''Girls, please clean up the dishes while we are gone.'' We, of course, figured this out eventually by the disappointed face we got when she came home and the dishes were still sitting on the table. I'm a little slow on the uptake, so I didn't get it for the first few times, but eventually I figured out that I was one of the little fairies she was wishing on. Even though I eventually knew what she wanted, sometimes I would pretend like I didn't, and poor mom would sigh and do the dishes herself when she got home while we feigned ignorance.
Now I am 34 and have 4 little 'fairies' of my own, but they are too young to get it when I wish aloud, to no one in particular, that I wish some nice little fairies would wash my dishes while I go out. Either that or they are feigning ignorance like I did. Its only right that the mother's curse hit me in multiple ways right? This is Karma I think. I mean, I've never studied Karma or the religion associated therewith, but I'm pretty sure its a 'what goes around, comes around' sort of thing.
So, now I am convinced that Karma is thwarting my wishes with the laundry fairies. As a kid I notoriously hid dirty laundry under beds, in closets, where ever I could find to stuff it so that my room appeared 'clean'. Is Karma really a fair thing if it comes back four-fold?? See, I think I could be completely content and happy if there were little laundry fairy elves that would come in the night and wash or repair all of the laundry that we left out the day before. Wouldn't that be awesome?
Hey, do you remember the story of the old man and woman who left leather out on the table over night, and little fairies or elves came and made shoes out of the leather for them? They sold the shoes and got rich because each night the little fairy elves would make more shoes for them? Then the old people lived happily ever after or something. Anyway, maybe the 'fairy elves' was 'code' for ''They enslaved their children and made them work all night to do the work they didn't want to do.'' This is an 'Aha' moment for me....
If my children appear really tired tomorrow, but they are wearing really clean and fresh smelling clothes, I have NO idea how that happened. It must have been the laundry fairies, come to deliver me from my miserable piles and piles at last. My kids are too short to reach the washer still, so it couldn't be me enslaving them all night....I swear I don't have a front-loader....
Now I am 34 and have 4 little 'fairies' of my own, but they are too young to get it when I wish aloud, to no one in particular, that I wish some nice little fairies would wash my dishes while I go out. Either that or they are feigning ignorance like I did. Its only right that the mother's curse hit me in multiple ways right? This is Karma I think. I mean, I've never studied Karma or the religion associated therewith, but I'm pretty sure its a 'what goes around, comes around' sort of thing.
So, now I am convinced that Karma is thwarting my wishes with the laundry fairies. As a kid I notoriously hid dirty laundry under beds, in closets, where ever I could find to stuff it so that my room appeared 'clean'. Is Karma really a fair thing if it comes back four-fold?? See, I think I could be completely content and happy if there were little laundry fairy elves that would come in the night and wash or repair all of the laundry that we left out the day before. Wouldn't that be awesome?
Hey, do you remember the story of the old man and woman who left leather out on the table over night, and little fairies or elves came and made shoes out of the leather for them? They sold the shoes and got rich because each night the little fairy elves would make more shoes for them? Then the old people lived happily ever after or something. Anyway, maybe the 'fairy elves' was 'code' for ''They enslaved their children and made them work all night to do the work they didn't want to do.'' This is an 'Aha' moment for me....
If my children appear really tired tomorrow, but they are wearing really clean and fresh smelling clothes, I have NO idea how that happened. It must have been the laundry fairies, come to deliver me from my miserable piles and piles at last. My kids are too short to reach the washer still, so it couldn't be me enslaving them all night....I swear I don't have a front-loader....
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Most Boring Post Ever.
Today is as good a day as any to blog again. I figure I really have nothing of importance to say, just a few commentaries on life, so no rush. I hope you all don't mind if I abstain from telling you of my every waking moment. That's what Facebook is for I suppose.
Anyway, I have been pondering a few things lately. Wondering if I have gleaned any really good wisdom or insight into anything of relative value. I decided I have not. In fact I'm not so passionate about really anything. It seems like I need something to really strike me as funny, or really make me mad, or really be intriguing for me to find reason enough to blog. I am not so moved lately. Do you think that means I am just boring? Allow me to take you on my brainstorming journey. Perhaps you can help me decide what is most interesting to read about and I will then feel motivated to write about it. Here are some ideas for topics in random order:
1. The Diva is back at my house...they have managed to run away and get lost for a very scary 10 minutes, she refuses to eat tuna fish sandwiches or call Andy by his real name regardless of how many times we tell her its not 'Danny', and she and Daredevil are back to the competition and silliness. The Daredevil constantly has marker on her face or hands or body (or my walls) somewhere because no matter how many times I throw away markers, they reproduce like rabbits and find a way into her hands. I want brownies.
2. We spent Spring Break in Billings at an indoor water park. So. Much. Fun. Plus I am proud of myself that I stayed at a hotel and didn't completely freak out about sleeping in a bed that who knows how many people before me slept in and did who knows what. Not to mention the paranoia I have about bedbugs and other disgusting creatures that tend to lurk in such places.
3. No matter how many Zumba classes or eat-only-spinach days I have, I am not losing weight. I think I will buy a rowing machine. I like those.
4. I might be developing an addiction to books, and my new Nook makes it WAY too easy to buy the next in the series with the click of a button. Greg says I will need to go on rations or start budgeting ONLY 2 a month or something. And, WHY CAN'T YOU SHARE BOOKS!? They said we would be able to lend and share, but no books actually COME with that feature. Very irritating. Unless you want to borrow the bible.
Well sadly, that's all I've got. I shall post this and hope for something better next time :)
Anyway, I have been pondering a few things lately. Wondering if I have gleaned any really good wisdom or insight into anything of relative value. I decided I have not. In fact I'm not so passionate about really anything. It seems like I need something to really strike me as funny, or really make me mad, or really be intriguing for me to find reason enough to blog. I am not so moved lately. Do you think that means I am just boring? Allow me to take you on my brainstorming journey. Perhaps you can help me decide what is most interesting to read about and I will then feel motivated to write about it. Here are some ideas for topics in random order:
1. The Diva is back at my house...they have managed to run away and get lost for a very scary 10 minutes, she refuses to eat tuna fish sandwiches or call Andy by his real name regardless of how many times we tell her its not 'Danny', and she and Daredevil are back to the competition and silliness. The Daredevil constantly has marker on her face or hands or body (or my walls) somewhere because no matter how many times I throw away markers, they reproduce like rabbits and find a way into her hands. I want brownies.
2. We spent Spring Break in Billings at an indoor water park. So. Much. Fun. Plus I am proud of myself that I stayed at a hotel and didn't completely freak out about sleeping in a bed that who knows how many people before me slept in and did who knows what. Not to mention the paranoia I have about bedbugs and other disgusting creatures that tend to lurk in such places.
3. No matter how many Zumba classes or eat-only-spinach days I have, I am not losing weight. I think I will buy a rowing machine. I like those.
4. I might be developing an addiction to books, and my new Nook makes it WAY too easy to buy the next in the series with the click of a button. Greg says I will need to go on rations or start budgeting ONLY 2 a month or something. And, WHY CAN'T YOU SHARE BOOKS!? They said we would be able to lend and share, but no books actually COME with that feature. Very irritating. Unless you want to borrow the bible.
Well sadly, that's all I've got. I shall post this and hope for something better next time :)
Monday, March 21, 2011
"One of these kids is not like the others..."
Sesame Street used to have a little song and game that I think everyone will remember if you ever frequented the show as a kid. They would put up four pictures of children or toys or food or something, and they would sing "One of these kids (or things) is not like the others, one of these kids is not the same, one of these kids is doing their own thing, blah blah blah somethin' somethin' somethin'". Anyway, when I look at the pictures of my four kids going up the stairwell wall, I can hear this song playing in my head. Allow me to introduce you to my ordinary children doing ordinary things. . . typical even...but you will find, as I have, that one of these kids is not like the others! :)
The third child: Anna
Anna. Anna, Anna, Anna. Anna is not tall and slender, she tends toward the short, squat, and uncoordinated side like her mother...I'm thinking its genetic. Ballet appeals to Anna because she has a girly side, and wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up. Actually, she wants to own a shop with her sister where Jada does hair, and then when they have their hair done, they can go to the attached shop and pick a custom made dress designed by Miss Anna herself, and they can be in the business of making women pretty together. I realize this sounds pretty typical for a little girl that is 6 years old, but Anna has another side to her.
Last summer she attended a martial arts class taught by her Aunt Kelly, and she LOVED it. She learned how to throw someone on the ground, and has enjoyed demonstrating that technique on various and sundry boys and girls as they come to visit ever since. The other day she surprised Ian with a quick take-down he wasn't expecting and she beamed like a lighthouse at her accomplishment. The poor boy could do nothing but laugh it off and pretend like it was fun to be thrown to the ground by a girl. Anna and her devilish alter ego enjoyed it perhaps a bit too much, but I think we may have found the 'niche' for this kid that we never really expected.
So my quiet little blonde beauty wants to be a martial arts expert...its always the quiet ones ya gotta watch out for right? Unexpected, yes. Unprecidented, no. I am beginning to think this kid was really from my sister's stock and not mine, except I did give birth to this child, so perhaps it is a recessive gene. Either way its quite amusing. This little girl has much more to her than meets the eye.
It should be fun to see what happens when someone tries to rob her little dress shop when she's older... SURPRISE! You just got your explitive kicked by a GIRL!
So, I have four very different children, and consequently this spring, I've got one in Baseball, one in Ballet, and one in Tae Kwon Do...I'm in for a very entertaining spring.
The oldest: Dallen.
Dallen is easy. He is a boy, he likes baseball. He likes football, and he has some natural athletic talent. It is a blast to watch him play because it really allows him to shine. His self confidence grows and he is successful. His otherwise timid self gets to come out and show the world what he can do. We LOVE it that he likes sports because we are sports fans. What fun. He has enrolled in baseball for the spring, and it is great.
The youngest: Lily.
Lily is your typical 3 year old. You've read about her before and know that she is mischievious, funny, and cute. Again, typical for a girl her age, and not yet old enough to put her into any sort of activity, although I have a sneaking suspicion she will tend toward the 'performing arts' side. Likely singing, as she loves to have a microphone in her hand and sing for the masses...I'll let you know how that develops.
The second child: Jada
Dallen is easy. He is a boy, he likes baseball. He likes football, and he has some natural athletic talent. It is a blast to watch him play because it really allows him to shine. His self confidence grows and he is successful. His otherwise timid self gets to come out and show the world what he can do. We LOVE it that he likes sports because we are sports fans. What fun. He has enrolled in baseball for the spring, and it is great.
The youngest: Lily.
Lily is your typical 3 year old. You've read about her before and know that she is mischievious, funny, and cute. Again, typical for a girl her age, and not yet old enough to put her into any sort of activity, although I have a sneaking suspicion she will tend toward the 'performing arts' side. Likely singing, as she loves to have a microphone in her hand and sing for the masses...I'll let you know how that develops.
The second child: Jada
Jada. Jada is not so easy. She likes a lot of different things but is not just 'gaga' over any one thing. But she does tend to love dance. She is quite flexible, long and skinny, and loves to try to do acrobatic balances. She would make an excellent ballerina simply by her shape and movements. So, ballet class, here we come. She has signed up for spring ballet and I am certain she will love it.
The third child: Anna
Anna. Anna, Anna, Anna. Anna is not tall and slender, she tends toward the short, squat, and uncoordinated side like her mother...I'm thinking its genetic. Ballet appeals to Anna because she has a girly side, and wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up. Actually, she wants to own a shop with her sister where Jada does hair, and then when they have their hair done, they can go to the attached shop and pick a custom made dress designed by Miss Anna herself, and they can be in the business of making women pretty together. I realize this sounds pretty typical for a little girl that is 6 years old, but Anna has another side to her.
Last summer she attended a martial arts class taught by her Aunt Kelly, and she LOVED it. She learned how to throw someone on the ground, and has enjoyed demonstrating that technique on various and sundry boys and girls as they come to visit ever since. The other day she surprised Ian with a quick take-down he wasn't expecting and she beamed like a lighthouse at her accomplishment. The poor boy could do nothing but laugh it off and pretend like it was fun to be thrown to the ground by a girl. Anna and her devilish alter ego enjoyed it perhaps a bit too much, but I think we may have found the 'niche' for this kid that we never really expected.
So my quiet little blonde beauty wants to be a martial arts expert...its always the quiet ones ya gotta watch out for right? Unexpected, yes. Unprecidented, no. I am beginning to think this kid was really from my sister's stock and not mine, except I did give birth to this child, so perhaps it is a recessive gene. Either way its quite amusing. This little girl has much more to her than meets the eye.
It should be fun to see what happens when someone tries to rob her little dress shop when she's older... SURPRISE! You just got your explitive kicked by a GIRL!
So, I have four very different children, and consequently this spring, I've got one in Baseball, one in Ballet, and one in Tae Kwon Do...I'm in for a very entertaining spring.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Daredevil and The Diva: A story about life with little people.
There once were two little girls that were just days apart in age, and only 3 years old. The oldest one (only by 3 days) was a Daredevil, and the youngest one was a Diva. These two spent all of their days together for 6 months while the Diva's mother went to work. Daredevil's mother was happy to watch the two little girls and try to keep them from getting into too much trouble. This proved to be a little more difficult than she anticipated, and slightly more trying, but she found it doable just the same.
Each day, the Diva would arrive and try to find ways to compete with Daredevil. She always wanted to find out who was more popular amongst their 3-year-old friends...particularly ONE little friend called 'Addy'....even though they only saw Addy once a week at church. Everyday Diva would find the fake phone and pretend call Addy. She would then inform Daredevil that Addy liked only Diva and thought Diva was pretty and NOT Daredevil. The arguments would ensue about who Addy liked more and invariably ended with Diva asking Daredevil's mother, "Miss Piewson, am I pwetty?''
"Yes dear, you are pretty.'' She would reply.
Diva would then say, "SEE Daredevil, I'm pwetty and you awe not.''
Daredevil would then say, with determined eyebrows, "I am TOO pretty and Addy likes me BEST!"
Despite the fact that they had discussed this very important issue many many times before, it happened every day. No...really...EVERY day.
So after they had the 'Addy argument', Daredevil would come up with some scheme to get into something they shouldn't have....like the bag of sugar, or her older brother's microscope kit, but usually it involved food of some sort. She would wait until her mother had to go to the bathroom or a phone call came in and then she would whisper quickly to Diva, "Come on! Help me move this chair over so I can climb up on the counter and get into something before my mom comes back!"
The two 3 year olds would giggle to themselves and Diva would keep watch while Daredevil scaled the counter tops and cupboards to find the 'treasures' hidden up there. They would then hide under the table or mini trampoline and eat all of the chocolate chips, or sugar, or sunchips, or cookies, or whatever thing Daredevil found. Then they would blame each other for who actually did the stealing of the goodies...only Daredevil's mother knew that only Daredevil could have gotten to such hidden items so quickly.
Once in a while Daredevil would challenge Diva.
"I'm going to be to the car first.'' Daredevil would say.
Diva would respond by crying out, "No Daredevil! Wait for me...MISS PIEWSON!!! Daredevil isn't waiting for me!!!''
So then Daredevil would come running back and hit Diva and say "Be quiet!"
So then Diva would cry and say, "I hate you Daredevil, you are NOT pwetty and I DON'T like your SHOES!''
Then Daredevil would say, "I don't care, they are nice, they have butterflies. Hurry, lets beat my mom!''
The two would giggle and race to the car and then say, "Haha! We beat you to the car!" when the mom arrived at the vehicle.
Daredevil's mother would sigh and just be glad they were on the same team for a few minutes until one got their seatbelt on faster than the other. Then the crying and arguing over who was faster would begin...
"Am I fast??''
"Yes dear you are fast.''
"Mom! Am I fast too?''
"Yes dear you are fast too."
"But I'm fast!"
"No I'm fast!
"Yes you are BOTH fast, now be quiet, I have to listen ...to the radio...or...for cars or something."
--Dramatic pause while calculating a response--then a slight raise of the eyebrows on Daredevil's face as she comes up with the perfect response to determine the outcome of the 'who's better' battle...
"Diva, ---I'm Addy's friend."
Gasp! "No you aren't Daredevil, I am Addy's friend and I am fast and she likes me and not you"
"She likes us both! MOM, Does Addy like us both?''
Deep breaths....deep, deep, cleansing breaths....
Thank you for tuning in. That concludes this episode of "The Daredevil and The Diva", tune in next time for the exact same episode on repeat. Everyday. For 3 more months.
Each day, the Diva would arrive and try to find ways to compete with Daredevil. She always wanted to find out who was more popular amongst their 3-year-old friends...particularly ONE little friend called 'Addy'....even though they only saw Addy once a week at church. Everyday Diva would find the fake phone and pretend call Addy. She would then inform Daredevil that Addy liked only Diva and thought Diva was pretty and NOT Daredevil. The arguments would ensue about who Addy liked more and invariably ended with Diva asking Daredevil's mother, "Miss Piewson, am I pwetty?''
"Yes dear, you are pretty.'' She would reply.
Diva would then say, "SEE Daredevil, I'm pwetty and you awe not.''
Daredevil would then say, with determined eyebrows, "I am TOO pretty and Addy likes me BEST!"
Despite the fact that they had discussed this very important issue many many times before, it happened every day. No...really...EVERY day.
So after they had the 'Addy argument', Daredevil would come up with some scheme to get into something they shouldn't have....like the bag of sugar, or her older brother's microscope kit, but usually it involved food of some sort. She would wait until her mother had to go to the bathroom or a phone call came in and then she would whisper quickly to Diva, "Come on! Help me move this chair over so I can climb up on the counter and get into something before my mom comes back!"
The two 3 year olds would giggle to themselves and Diva would keep watch while Daredevil scaled the counter tops and cupboards to find the 'treasures' hidden up there. They would then hide under the table or mini trampoline and eat all of the chocolate chips, or sugar, or sunchips, or cookies, or whatever thing Daredevil found. Then they would blame each other for who actually did the stealing of the goodies...only Daredevil's mother knew that only Daredevil could have gotten to such hidden items so quickly.
Once in a while Daredevil would challenge Diva.
"I'm going to be to the car first.'' Daredevil would say.
Diva would respond by crying out, "No Daredevil! Wait for me...MISS PIEWSON!!! Daredevil isn't waiting for me!!!''
So then Daredevil would come running back and hit Diva and say "Be quiet!"
So then Diva would cry and say, "I hate you Daredevil, you are NOT pwetty and I DON'T like your SHOES!''
Then Daredevil would say, "I don't care, they are nice, they have butterflies. Hurry, lets beat my mom!''
The two would giggle and race to the car and then say, "Haha! We beat you to the car!" when the mom arrived at the vehicle.
Daredevil's mother would sigh and just be glad they were on the same team for a few minutes until one got their seatbelt on faster than the other. Then the crying and arguing over who was faster would begin...
"Am I fast??''
"Yes dear you are fast.''
"Mom! Am I fast too?''
"Yes dear you are fast too."
"But I'm fast!"
"No I'm fast!
"Yes you are BOTH fast, now be quiet, I have to listen ...to the radio...or...for cars or something."
--Dramatic pause while calculating a response--then a slight raise of the eyebrows on Daredevil's face as she comes up with the perfect response to determine the outcome of the 'who's better' battle...
"Diva, ---I'm Addy's friend."
Gasp! "No you aren't Daredevil, I am Addy's friend and I am fast and she likes me and not you"
"She likes us both! MOM, Does Addy like us both?''
Deep breaths....deep, deep, cleansing breaths....
Thank you for tuning in. That concludes this episode of "The Daredevil and The Diva", tune in next time for the exact same episode on repeat. Everyday. For 3 more months.
Rain
Rain...I love the rain.
I always have really. I think its something to do with the fact that it is cleansing. Or something like that.
Whatever it is, rain doesn't make me 'blue'. That would be bad if the rain could do that. Would that mean there was too much colloidal silver in the atmosphere? Yikes.
Anyway, I think I'm writing about rain because it rained last night and washed all of our muddy streets. Which I like. And I think there is something profound about the rain coming, and it isn't moisture coming down frozen anymore. Its the same deep feeling that makes Easter my favorite holiday. Most people like Christmas...or birthdays, and I like those too, but there's just something about Easter. My two most favorite holidays in the whole world are Easter and the 4th of July. I just feel those holidays...like that excited feeling you get when that kid 'Webster' discovered the secret passageway behind the grandfather clock in that TV show...you know...like...anything could happen at that moment....like...something good is coming. And if nothing good comes, you still have a secret passageway that no one else knows about. How cool is that?
Maybe its just springtime in general. I suppose the fact that the rain brings life to the plants helps...because March is my favorite month to visit California because it is so green. The rest of the 11 months of the year it is brown like here, but February and March....spectacular. April too...especially on Table Mountain. Anyway, I really want to go visit my hometown and all of the familiar greenery this spring break, but its so complicated with a family of 6 I think it'll have to wait. Although I want to see my grandparents... I don't think they will get a chance to come out here to visit any time soon, but I wish they would. We really need to buy a house so we have more room for visitors...
The sun is coming out....I think I will go for a drive and look at houses just for fun.
I always have really. I think its something to do with the fact that it is cleansing. Or something like that.
Whatever it is, rain doesn't make me 'blue'. That would be bad if the rain could do that. Would that mean there was too much colloidal silver in the atmosphere? Yikes.
Anyway, I think I'm writing about rain because it rained last night and washed all of our muddy streets. Which I like. And I think there is something profound about the rain coming, and it isn't moisture coming down frozen anymore. Its the same deep feeling that makes Easter my favorite holiday. Most people like Christmas...or birthdays, and I like those too, but there's just something about Easter. My two most favorite holidays in the whole world are Easter and the 4th of July. I just feel those holidays...like that excited feeling you get when that kid 'Webster' discovered the secret passageway behind the grandfather clock in that TV show...you know...like...anything could happen at that moment....like...something good is coming. And if nothing good comes, you still have a secret passageway that no one else knows about. How cool is that?
Maybe its just springtime in general. I suppose the fact that the rain brings life to the plants helps...because March is my favorite month to visit California because it is so green. The rest of the 11 months of the year it is brown like here, but February and March....spectacular. April too...especially on Table Mountain. Anyway, I really want to go visit my hometown and all of the familiar greenery this spring break, but its so complicated with a family of 6 I think it'll have to wait. Although I want to see my grandparents... I don't think they will get a chance to come out here to visit any time soon, but I wish they would. We really need to buy a house so we have more room for visitors...
The sun is coming out....I think I will go for a drive and look at houses just for fun.
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