Monday, February 13, 2012

Imagination


Quinn informed us today that her friends Apple and Grady were in the car and that they were being good and not hitting. Good times with well behaved imaginary friends.

Conversation with a very tired, cranky, non-napping Q last Friday:

Mommy to Zaza: "Honey, blah blah blah" (can't remember what I said).
Quinn yelling from the backseat: "I'm not Honey"
Mommy: "I wasn't calling you Honey, I was talking to Zaza"
Zaza: "Sometimes we call you Honey or Peanut just like your friend A's mommy calls her Bug or Buggy Boo"
Quinn (crying): "No, I'm not poo, I am NOT POOOOOO!!!!!"

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Birthday Fun!


No excuses---just life! We now have a big kid three year old, or so she tells, screams, and instructs us on a regular basis. We kept with our tradition (which is a rip off of Taylor's family tradition) of just having a small gathering of family and friends for Q's birthday last month--including our fabulous new nephew Brennan. She can look forward to bigger parties at 5, 10, and 15. However, other families don't have this policy so we have begun the rounds of three year old birthday parties which so far have been every weekend for the last three weeks. It has actually been pretty fun--so far we have been to the MJCC gym, the Chinese Gardens/Old Town Pizza, and the Southwest Community Center gym. We have also perfected the present situation. As we do not have a huge amount of disposable income but still want to bring the tiny friends presents, we now are connoisseurs of the Dollar Store. We let our kid grab a bunch of stuff put it in the cart (which she has to push herself--because she can do everything HERSELF--or so she tells us) and then she can pick out five things and a gift bag. As long as we avoid the random stickers of Jesus on the cross--yeah they have them--we are good. Also easy to avoid the gendered pitfalls of present giving as we usually stock up on bubbles and stickers. I still am fascinated by how the fallback (sometimes first choice) for gifts is a vehicle of some kind for boys and a princess (Disney preferred) for girls.

The gender stuff is always of interest to us and now that Q wants to spend her entire school day in a princess dress it comes up a little more. She told us only girls can wear princess dresses, but when asked, told me I was boy in a skirt. Good times!