Archive for September, 2006

Hockey, it’s instinctive

Friday, September 15th, 2006

Ken has a mini stick and puck on his bookcase by the bed. Yesterday, Reid picked up both the stick and puck for the first time and immediately started shooting the puck around the bedroom. She has picked up the stick and has swung it around before – I thought she might end up as a goon – but now I think she just must have not seen the puck. She could still be the next “Great One”, as long as we can find someone to be the goon that threatens anyone who tries to hurt her. I think Ken would take on that role if they would let him play on her team.

I guess we need to teach her to skate if we’re going to be hockey parents :+)

Collect all six

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

On Tuesday, Reid was asking me about Uncle Rog-ey and Auntie M. I told her that we would be speaking with them on the computer the next day. Well, come Wednesday evening, Uncle Roger, Auntie M and Grandma Joyce were all in front of her on the computer screen and she asked for Danielle. Grandma talked to Reid and so she smiled – and then asked for Danielle. Uncle Roger went up and got Danielle but didn’t come back right away. Reid asked where he was. She has a pretty strong desire to keep sets of people together. Maybe she’ll be a collector when she is older.  (Or maybe she is just bossy :+)

At the end of the call, she kissed everyone’s face on the screen again. I’ll have to arrange for Ken to take a photo. I’ll also have to get some screen cleaner because her lips are wet when she kisses and the screen is getting messy.

If Reid’s daycare had web cams

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

If Reid’s daycare had web cams, I would watch her at lunch. On breaks. A lot. After she had trouble sleeping last night, I want to know that she is sleeping well today. I don’t want her teachers to know how neurotic I am and so I won’t call and ask. Also, what if the phone woke her. And besides, if she is fine and playing happily and I call to check on her and if they decide to check her temperature and it is high, she’ll get sent home (even though she was fine and playing happily before I called). So, I won’t call and I can’t watch a web cam – which should make you all happy since your taxes pay my salary ;+)

Rough night, resilience and waving

Thursday, September 14th, 2006

Turns out Reid slept well Tuesday night in preparation for a rough night last night. Poor Reid has a cold. She had trouble falling asleep and then was up wailing at 11:30. Her hair was in her face because she had pulled the pony tail out earlier and it was driving her mental. She didn’t want it put up, didn’t want to be in her bed, our bed, the rocking chair in her room, upstairs, downstairs, or as far as I could tell, anywhere. We gave her some Motrin and then I took her to the couch where we looked at a couple of photo albums. She saw lots of Reid pictures, a duck, Daddy and Grandma Barb, Uncle Chris and Aunt Darlene. I’m not sure who calmed her but whoever it was, I say “thanks”. I talked her into going to the basement to the futon and we got to sleep. Sigh.Reid got up this morning seemingly fully restored and all about Daddy. She had so many hugs and kisses and “hi, Daddy”s for him while I stumbled about as a bit of a zombie. It’s a good thing that I’m not into this whole motherhood thing for the appreciation :+) If only I had the resilience of a two year old… Thank goodness Reid does since she has a busy day at daycare ahead of her.

After kisses and hugs for Reid, Baby and Ken (all of which Reid oversaw – including the hug for Ken which didn’t pass muster, maybe we didn’t make the hug sound loud enough), I stood waving good-bye. Baby gave me a little wave but as usual, Reid didn’t. Ken always does, well, except for the time I made us late, then didn’t put the seat back so he jammed his knee and nearly burst his eardrums from the radio I didn’t turn down when I took the iPod adapter out (and I really have to turn the volume up when I use the iPod) but I didn’t blame him for that day.

BestBuy doesn’t have laptops but it does have a yellow stripe

Tuesday, September 12th, 2006

Okay, technically they did have laptops. But not the one that I saw online and went in to buy. And maybe I was silly for thinking that it was a good idea to take Reid to shop for a laptop at 7:00 pm. It probably also didn’t help that I was the one who closed her hand in the front door. I was kind of grumpy when I couldn’t get a laptop tonight.

Reid, though, had recovered from the finger-pinching, seemed unphased by the lateness of the hour and was quite willing to shop. She found a bright red laptop bag as soon as we got to the section. After a disappointing conversation with a boy who was far too young to have a job, we headed for the front door. But wait! There is a bright yellow stripe on the floor that surrounds the carpet “islands” where the displays are. Reid had to walk along that line, sometimes she even had to run, to see where it led. Luckily she was giggling as she ran so that the people who were standing on the line had time to step back. Well, they moved except for the one woman who didn’t notice Reid until I said, “The lady is allowed to stand there, Reid” while Reid was standing practically on top of the lady saying, “Stop” which I think meant – I have to stop because you won’t move. In retrospect, it might have been only boys and men who moved without prompting. And they chivalry is dead.

Aviation Museum

Tuesday, September 12th, 2006

Ken and Reid went to the Aviation Museum on Saturday while I was getting my
hair done. Reid seemed to like all of the “a’planes” or at least having a
large space to move about in on a gloomy, rainy day. By the time they were
ready to leave, Reid had found an airplane for each of us:
 * Ken is a  Lancaster bomber;
 * Reid is a Messerschmitt ME-163 Komet (“Comet”) (rocket propelled
fighter);
 * and I am a Kittyhawk (P-40 fighter aircraft).
 (Yes, Ken had to write those out for me to get them right. :+) Reid likes
to assign things to people, cars, dishes, etc. Ken gets the biggest and Reid
gets the smallest thing and I’m middle-ish.

 Ken said some people looked at him funny as though he was being mean to
Reid by taking her to a museum *he* wanted to see. When I asked her where
they’d been she grinned and said “Mooseum!” She obviously didn’t feel
mistreated.

School and rules

Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
Seeing Melissa’s note about Dylan wanting to skip (Sunday) school, made me think of how happy we all were when school started up around here. Reid likes to spot big vehicles and the holy grail since August has been yellow school buses. We were so glad when the French school board started back in the last week of August. Until then we’d point out a city bus and her first question would be “lello bus?”. Sometimes we wouldn’t point out the buses (or any vehicle) and she would still ask about the yellow buses when we were in the car. The day after Labour Day was so foggy that Ken said he didn’t even know if Reid had seen any of the many buses on the roads.  As I remember, the buses in Windsor are yellow and blue. We’ll have to keep our eyes peeled when we’re down for a visit.
Every day, Reid and I try to teach each other something or at least it seems we usually do. One day recently, we tackled fashion rules.  When we were in New York, I bought Reid three socks from FAO Schwartz that were made by Little Miss Matched ( www.littlemissmatched.com). They are black and one has stripes, another hearts and the last has dots. I put them on her and she started became upset with me. Apparently, I am the only person in the world who doesn’t know that the sock with the hearts goes on the left foot and the dots go on the right foot. When I switched them, she became the sunny girl we’re used to. She is just practicing to be an irrational teenager. Or maybe she’ll revert to being a toddler later ;+) When we went downstairs, Reid wanted to put her sandals on with her socks. I can handle many fashion faux-pas but that one is a problem for me (rather like putting hearts on the right foot) and so I talked her out of her socks after all of the work we’d put into getting them on and away she went. 

Clio has the patience of a saint

Monday, September 11th, 2006

This afternoon, Reid decided that Clio needed a hug. I tried to convince her that a kiss would be better but she gave both. It’s not easy for a toddler to hug a cat who is round like Clio but Reid isn’t daunted by a challenge. Clio took the hug as an indication it was time to eat some kibble (which might explain the roundness ;+)

Tonight, before bed, Reid took a t-shirt and covered Clio up saying, “Clio s’eeping”. Clio waited a bit to be rescued and then jumped off of the bed and went and laid near where Ken was doing laundry. Reid followed, carrying the t-shirt and covered her once again. Then, to add insult to injury, she tried to lay beside Clio and put her arm around her – or maybe she was going to lay on top of Clio – I intervened but only enough to get Reid away and grab the camera to take a photo. Ken said we are both awful. Clio still loves us.  Clio being covered up

Talking to Dylan

Monday, September 11th, 2006

I called Mom’s tonight after supper. Melissa was there with Dylan and as soon as Reid heard me say “Hi, Dylan,” she wanted to talk. We prompted them a bit to say “hello” and “I love you”. Dylan’s voice was quiet but not Reid’s. I’m not sure how long he was actually on the phone but for several minutes Reid yelled into the phone, “Dynon! Dynon!” When I told Reid that Dylan had to leave to go home to bed, she immediately said, “Mama’s turn” and handed me the phone.

Things I learned about Reid on Thursday

Monday, September 11th, 2006

1. Someone other than me has taught Reid about “kepup” (ketchup) and she insists on having it on her hot-en-dog. Gone are the days of Reid and Mama sharing a hot dog with mustard. 
2. Even though I may say an Italian sausage is a hot dog, she will not swallow it if it is spicy but will open her mouth and fuss until I remove the offending food. (Note: I didn’t know it was spicy when I gave it to her. Melissa told me they were mild and I believed her.)
3. While I can’t force her to take a potty break, I *can* force her to stay on the linoleum if she won’t. Cleaning up the pee from the carpet is a much bigger hassle.