Archive for April, 2007

“Firefighter man” at daycare

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

Reid came home from daycare last Wednesday with a firefighter hat. She convinced Ken that in order for her to wear it properly, he would have to remove her braids and pony tails. I’m not sure I would have bought this story but then I’m the one who tries to get Reid to wear braids all of the time so that it’s easier to do her hair the next day. She loves the hat, though, and had lots to say about the “fireman” that had come to see them at daycare. I say “firefighter” because I am that politically correct but I didn’t ask Reid to change what she said. She did, though, and now talks about the “firefighter man”. One of the lessons that the firefighter wanted the kids to learn was that when fire alarm goes off, they should leave the building. In our house, the fire alarm means that someone needs to wave a towel underneath it because it is way too sensitive – going off when toast burns sensitive, in fact. Since Wednesday, we have read The Fire Station by Robert Munsch many, many times. I don’t think Reid had ever chosen it before but now it’s a regular. Similarly, I’ve pointed out the fire station that we drive by on the way to Melissa’s several times. This week, Reid asked to go in. I’ll have to take her to the Cumberland Heritage Village where they have an historic fire engine and turnout gear that kids can try on.

Books we read, April 22nd

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

In the morning, we read:

Waiting for the Agricultural Museum to open, we read Iggy Pig’s Snowy Day by Vivian French. In the museum, we read Come Along Daisy by Jane Simmons, which reminded me of a book about a little duck who was learning that baby duck, even she, came from eggs. I’ll have to check if they were written by the same author.

We read The Fire Station by Robert Munsch at naptime and again before going to bed for the night, in tribute to the firefighter who visited the daycare last week.

As a bribe, or maybe an incentive, to get Reid to stop for a potty break before going to the Aviation Museum, I read Winnie-the-Pooh and Eeyore’s House  by A.A. Milne.

At bedtime, we read:

Books we read, April 21st

Saturday, April 21st, 2007

The weather was fabulous but we still found time to read:

Thank goodness for potty breaks, naps and bedtime to give opportunites for reading.

“My father”

Friday, April 20th, 2007

Thursday morning, Reid asked me if Daddy was “my father”. I told her that he was and she spent much of the rest of the pre-daycare time talking about him. She’d say things like, “My father tall” and ask questions like, “My father like raisins?” It bugs Daddy when people speak about him like he isn’t there or ask someone else a question that he is perfectly capable of answering on his own behalf. He says that my mom and sisters and I do this often and I have to admit it’s at least partially true. When Reid was doing it, well, we do socialize our daughters to be like us, don’t we? Poor Ken.

Playing grocery store with Reid the Dict-toddler

Friday, April 20th, 2007
We went to the basement after supper on Wednesday night. Ken sat on the couch closest to Reid’s grocery store/post office. I’m not sure that his goal was to be the one who was included in the game or if he just got lucky. I should say that Reid has a clear vision of how a situation should unfold, in case you hadn’t noticed yet. First, she rolled her little lawn mower over to Ken and told him it was a shopping cart. He responded that it looked more like a lawn mower to him. “No, dart,” he was told firmly. At this point, I piped up helpfully that she was saying “cart”. I don’t believe that Ken thought I was helpful as he had apparently understood her but disagreed with her. He placed a box onto the lawn mower so that it more closely resembled a shopping cart. Reid vetoed this. Soon enough, she went into the store and he asked for various groceries. Reid handed him items she thought he needed rather than what he asked for. In the end, he held out a bag for her to put groceries into but Reid wanted to hand the things directly to him. I wonder two things: are all of the kids at daycare able to play nicely together during the day and then turn into dict-toddlers at home? And why does it matter to Ken that he get the foam lightbulb from the grocery store anyway. I bet he wonders why I don’t put my foot down when I’m the shopper ;+)

Reid really is a great kid. The hugs and kisses, not to mention the smiles,  that are generously shared make up for the rules she imposes. The rules are more funny to think about though.

More hide-and-seek stories

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

I was talking to Grandma Joyce and she told me that Reid had asked her to play hide-and-seek when she was visiting. It seems that Reid learned quickly from the game she played with Aunt Karin. At one point, Grandma Joyce searched and searched before Reid called out from the basket under her stroller seat. Another time, Grandma Joyce looked unsuccessfully in the pantry for Reid only to hear, “I right here” coming from the gap next to the freezer. It’s a good thing, I guess, that Reid is willing to identify her hiding spot.

Telling me this story made Grandma Joyce think of me when I was small. I’ll tell you so that you can laugh at me (I know you like to) and also so that I’ll have a record because my memory is so weak. When I was small, maybe Reid’s age or younger, sometimes Grandma Joyce would lose sight of me. She would begin calling my names and looking for me. Soon I would join her. Grandma Joyce would call my name and look under the bed and then I would look under the bed, too. She assures me that I knew that my name was Barbara but somehow was willing to look for myself. I’m a odd person, I guess, and have been for quite a while ;+)

Books we read, April 18th

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

I’m sure we read something in the morning but I didn’t write down what it was. At night, we read:

Reid’s daddy is a rockstar

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

Okay, maybe Reid’s Daddy isn’t a rock star but Reid was definitely acting like a groupie around him for the first couple days that he was back. Only Daddy was capable of helping her choose clothes or get dressed. Daddy needed to change seats at the table so that he could sit beside Reid (though not in *my* seat, it seems I have retained the right to sit within range of her messy hands). And the fact that her daddy was back had to be discussed often. At bedtime, especially, once the door is closed Reid asks about where Daddy is and what he might be doing. She’s a groupie, all right, but not quite a stalker.

Books we read, April 17th

Tuesday, April 17th, 2007

Ken started the day with the tongue-twister Fox in Socks by Dr Seuss. At the end of it, he said that it was far too early for such a book. I skillfully snuck it out of the bathroom and put it on a high shelf. I don’t think we need to read it again anytime soon. We also read:

I pulled a bunch of books off of our shelf this afternoon. We’ve been reading library books lately and I have missed the tried-and-true but not Ken. When I gave him a couple, he asked why we would read ones that we’ve read so many times. So, I read:

Weekend with Grandma Joyce and Aunt Karin, part 2

Tuesday, April 17th, 2007

On Saturday morning, we all went to Kindermusik. Aunt Karin insisted we leave far in advance of our usual time because she didn’t want Reid to be rushed and stressed. I’m not sure that *Reid* gets stressed exactly but after the crazy rush to swimming on Friday night, it seemed a good idea to go early. Not that I admitted it. We got to the church where the class is with half an hour to spare. There was garage sale set up and we shopped – it was for charity after all. I picked up some books for Reid and one of those old fashioned telephones on wheels with the eyes that wobble when it is pulled. At one point, Reid was walking around trailing a wagon holding a tackle box and a dinky car carrier that resembled an overnight bag. I told her that we weren’t buying them. She looked sad and the ladies at the sale asked how I could say “no’ to such a face. You have to be tough to be a mom.   

At one point, Reid and Aunt Karin were playing hide-and-go-seek. The basic concept of the game seems to be a bit beyond Reid. At first, Aunt Karin “hid” under the swivel chair in the living room. Reid wanted to hide there next but I got her to move. As soon as Aunt Karin started to seek her, Reid called out, “I here!” And when Aunt Karin didn’t immediately appear, Reid clarified, “I under foot stool!” After finding Aunt Karin under the dining room table, Reid insisted on laying right there in the same spot. I couldn’t see but they may have actually been touching while Reid “hid”. Reid giggled like crazy when she was “found” and when she did the finding. She enjoyed the game, however she framed it in her mind.