Sunday, September 29, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Peeper and I went apple picking this morning, with some of our MOMS Club friends. While we waited for the others to arrive (can you believe we were the first ones there?!) we checked out the produce in the store.
Peeper held Little H's hand, "so she didn't go out in the traffic."
Then, out to the orchard, where we picked Red Delicious, Golden Delicious and Jonathan apples.
Yes, they did say we were allowed to eat while we picked.
Good thing, because we needed to keep our strength up.
A bushel of apples, ready to go!
"I can't lift another load!"
Back at the store, Peeper had some ice cream and cider while I paid for the apples, and picked out a few mixes, for apple crisp and apple fritters.
When we finished up at at the orchard, we went with A and R's families over to a local winery, while the grownups tasted and made purchases, while the kids played with chalk.
"I have chalk all over me! I have it on my hands, and my nose and my forehead!"
I'm not sure why she was surprised, because moments later, I looked over to see her drawing on her face with chalk.
From there we went out to lunch, and then met back up at A's backyard for a campfire and s'mores.
Not a bad way to spend a lovely autumn day.
You are fifty-nine months old yesterday/today. (It's actually the wee hours of the 28th)
In one month, you will be five years old. That's just crazy talk.
You are also a month into the school year at the Montessori Academy, and you seem to be loving it. Of course, we get the "Why do I have to go to school?" and "Why is it a school day?" pretty much every morning, but you know, that's pretty much how Mommy and I feel about work, too, so I can't fault you for that.
We don't get a whole lot of information out of you about what's going on at school, but your teacher has started emailing home a weekly newsletter that includes a paragraph about what the class is learning about, plus a list of some of the specific "works" that you've done. That's been helpful, because once we ask specific questions, you will usually tell us more.
For example, this week your class has been learning about apples, and you did a taste test, comparing six different varieties. When we asked you about it, we found out that two of the kinds you tasted were "Cherry Smith" and "Vampire" apples.
We're actually going to pick apples tomorrow, with MOMS Club. I hope this orchard has some Vampires. They sound delicious.
We're very glad to be getting a better idea of what you're up to at school, but would like to talk to your teachers about a few specific things, mainly what we should be doing at home to coordinate with and support what you're doing there, particularly in your math and reading. You are so interested in both of those, and so close to things really clicking with the reading. Of course, we do lots and lots here at home - much of which you initiate yourself - but I'd like to know if there's something specific from school that we should be building on or referring to.
I would also like to get their opinion on how you're doing with your fine motor skills, particularly writing, because while you have made some progress, of course, you still seem to be lagging behind your peers in that area. Last year, when your "written" work stood out in such contrast to your classmates, we reminded ourselves that you were one of the youngest in the class, but recently, I've seen writing and coloring that some of your younger friends have done, and yours is still nowhere near what they're doing.
Especially given how well you seem to be doing in other academic areas, I'm starting to get a bit concerned that this one is such a contrast. We plan to discuss it with your teachers at our conference in about six weeks, and with your pediatrician at your checkup which should be shortly before that.
We will also be talking to him about pee-pee issues. Things tend to go back and forth on the daytime wetting, but lately you've been in a "wet" cycle. On Wednesday, I believe you had four accidents, one at school at three at home. Sometimes they are so close together that I don't even know how you already have that much pee.
Usually, the first clue we have that you need to go is that you are crouching and holding yourself. Or you're peeing in the floor.
We really want to get the doctor's input on it, because we don't think this is just a behavioral thing, Even when we did a sticker chart to earn a trip to the bouncy place, it took about three weeks to get ten "dry all day" stickers.
Another bit of evidence that you're not just ignoring the urge until it's too late is that you still can't go through the night without peeing, and you don't get yourself up to go to the bathroom. Our general routine is that a couple of hours after you go to sleep, I get you up and take you to the potty. You usually sleep through that, more or less, and go right back to sleep when I put you back in bed.
If we do that, you're usually good for the night, and usually don't even go when you first get up in the morning. (How?!?) But, if I don't get you up, it's almost guaranteed that you will wet the bed. And it's not uncommon for you to have already wet before I get there to take you to pee, especially if I'm running behind.
Occasionally, you have made it through the night, like a while back when I fell asleep while tucking you in, and we both slept right on through until morning, and you woke up dry.
Tonight on the other hand, I fell asleep with you again, and by the time Mommy got home around midnight,
you we were wet.
When we stayed at a hotel during our vacation, we took some disposable Goodnights bed pads, just in case, and we've been using them the past few nights. Earlier in the week, when you wet, it all stayed on the pad, and we just ripped it off and put a new one, and didn't have to mess with changing sheets, which was nice. Tonight, you were at the edge of the bed, and got the sheet, too.
(Note to self: Tuck pee pad over the side of the mattress by the wall.)
I hate the idea of paying for those over and over (and the whole "disposable" thing) but I hate even more changing the sheets in the middle of the night while you're wailing. Maybe we should invest in a couple of washable ones.
Until recently, I've not thought a lot about it; we've been dealing with wet sheets for almost two years now, because you went cold-turkey on the diapers, before you were really ready to go without all night. Lately though, we've began thinking that maybe you really should be able to do that by now.
So, we will talk to the doctor about that, too, and see if he's got any advice or suggestions or explanations for us.
It other areas, though, you're doing great. As I said above, you are really getting close to reading, and you're very interested in it. You try to sound out "environmental print" all the time - just today, you "read" a welcome mat.
You are also so into books, in general, and being read to. We started the Little House series over the summer and now only have one book left. When you realized that today, you were so upset, "But if there aren't any more books, how will we know what happens next!"
I've done lots of reading about Laura Ingalls Wilder and her real life, both during the childhood period depicted in the books (not exactly the same as the books) and afterward, so I've promised that when we finish These Happy Golden Years, I'll fill you in on what I know.
There is, technically, one more book, The First Four Years, but it's really an unedited / unfinished manuscript that Laura was working on when Almonzo died, and she never had the heart to finish it. It was finally published after her daughter's death.
It's my understanding that it's really not written as a children's book, and it doesn't pull any punches about all the bad stuff that happened to them in the early days of their marriage (crop failures, house fire, the loss of a child, serious illness). So, you will not be reading that one right now. I'm not really lying to you about it, because it was not part of the original Little House series that she published, right?
Our library has it on CD though, so I'm planning to check it out for myself, and listen to it on my way to and from work.
Anyway, I can't get over how into these books you are, even these later ones when Laura is in her teens. You stop me to ask questions, and make comments, so I know that you're paying attention and following the story, even if you're not catching everything.
I have so enjoyed reading these books with you, in part because I've finally had the chance to read them myself, but mostly because I just love seeing you so interested and excited about a story, and about the things you've learned from the stories.
I don't know what we'll be tackling after we finish these. I have a list a mile long of "chapter books" that I've been hoping to read with you, so I'm sure we'll have plenty to choose from.
Well, I've gone one and one, haven't it?
How about a quick check of the highlight reel?
You were wearing mis-matched shoes and singing, "I'm the clowniest clown of them all!"
Then you had a hat and a scarf and one glove and a red nose, and were singing, "I'm a jolly good clown!"
Later, you were Zues: "... I'm the goddiest of them all!"
Reading The Wizard of Oz at bedtime: "...they bade them farewell with many good wishes to carry with them."
You: How can they carry wishes?
You: I know. It's like how I carry my feelings. Everywhere I go, my feelings go with me. I carry them in my head.
You don't like hot doggie breath."Galoot, can you pant more colder, please?"
"I'm Mr. Wind, Friends call me Wind Miser, Whenever I blow, people start to fly their kites and-what-so-so!
You love storms. The other day she was disappointed when I told her were weren't going to have one. The next night, as we lay in bed and heard a long rumble of thunder, you got the most excited look on her little face, and said, "(Gasp!) A storm!"
One morning, while getting you ready for school:
You: No! You smell yucky!
Me: I think your chair (which may have ahem been peed on a few times) smells yucky.
You: No, it's you! You smell like SHOWER!
A few days later, in the car, as we get a whiff of skunk.
You: What's that yucky smell?
Mommy: That's me.
You: No, it smells even worse!
Mama, what does fibiberous mean? Um, can you tell me a sentence with that in it?
Apatasaurus is fibiberous.
Why is apatasaurus hibiberous?
One evening, while not going to sleep: Mama,how can yellow and blue make green? Is it magic?
Mama, I'll give you a hint. We have to mop because Galoot put muddy footprints and me all over the floor.
Me: Why can't you just wipe yourself?
You: I thought it would be to embarrassing for you.
Me: I promise. I won't be embarrassed if you wipe yourself.
You: I thought it would be too indignifying.
No. Wiping yourself is not undignified. What's undignified is walking around with pee in your pants.
And on that note, I suppose I should wrap this up and try to get some sleep before you wake up. (Remember that thing I said about falling asleep while tucking you in? For several hours. And now I'm up.)
I can't believe your next monthly letter will be for your birthday!
We sure do love you little girlie.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Actually, I'm a little sad that she no longer says, "...republic for which it stands, a new nation, conceived in liverty and justice for all."
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
On Friday, Peeper noticed that the cap had broken off one of her teeth. The sharp edge was bothering her, and it didn't look so great, so we made an appointment to have it put back this afternoon.
When Dr. C. took a look around, though, she found a couple of small cavities in neighboring molars that she wanted to go ahead and take care of. I'd actually noticed one spot while "helping" her brush, and been a bit suspicious of it, but in denial.
That's not a good thing to do, I know, but I'm really glad now that I did not rush her in to the dentist to have them filled when I first noticed it, only to have her turn around an break off a cap a few weeks later.
Because she would actually be drilling into the molars, not just taking a bit off the surface as she's done before, Dr. C. said that she'd definitely need to numb her up. But never fear, because she used a topical anesthetic before doing the injection, and more importantly, she was grooving on nitrous oxide the whole time.
It definitely lived up to its reputation - and its nickname - as she started giggling after about a minute, and didn't really care much at all about what was going on in her mouth. I was sitting by her feet, so I actually got to see what was going on this time. (In the past she's been in my lap, so I've gotten the same view of the procedures that she has.)
She was peeking at me between her sunglasses and the nose mask, playing "got your nose" with the hygienist (Peeper was the getter), giggling off and on, and when Dr. C. started with the real-deal drill, she squirmed a bit and said, "It tickles!"
As soon as she started the giggling, Shrike looked at me and said, "No video," so you'll have to take my word for all that.
Believe it or not, this was actually taken before the laughing gas, but we can pretend it was during.
The whole time she was working on her, Dr. C. kept going on about what a great job she was doing, and how cooperative she always is. Of course, the gas helped today, but she's always quite agreeable for exams and procedures, not just at the dentist, but for all doctors.
We figure, as much time as she spent in and out of doctor's offices in her first few months, it could've gone one of two ways - either she'd be completely traumatized and phobic about them, or they'd just seem like home. We are so glad she decided to go with the latter.
She was hoping to go to the kid's gym down the road after her appointment, but by the time we were finished, they were about to close. We made alternate plans to hit the inflatable place in Shrike's work town on the way home, but got slowed down with a stop for Tylenol, another stop for a chocolate shake, and rush hour traffic, so that's been postponed until tomorrow.
She may have done a great job while the work was being done, but she was pretty whiny on the way home, between the weirdness of being numb and the disappointment about not being able to "go to a special place after the dentist" as she kept referring to it.
Shrike finally appeased her by suggesting that we bake cookies when we got home.
Since they're just for funsies, we let her pretty much do whatever she wanted with them. I used a muffin tin to divide a can of icing into a dozen small plops, and she went to town with the food coloring. After seeing a couple of pools of food coloring with a bit of icing in them, I decided to take over the actual squirting, so it would be done in a more controlled fashion, but I followed her instructions about what to put where. Evidently, she was in a bit of a green mood today.
She did most of the decorating all my herself. (I did ice few, and touched up several because she has trouble with the part about actually getting a good plop of icing on the cookie.)
Not a bad consolation prize.
(Yes. Yes, we do see the irony of sugar cookies and icing as a prize for doing a great job while getting her teeth filled.)
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Our CSA share this week included two small pumpkins, so Peeper got it in her head that we were going to make a pie. I was really hesitant because I didn't know where to start, when I stumbled upon a recipe for homemade pumpkin puree. The ingredients are "two small pumpkins."
Okay, fine. Here they are, all roasted, and ready to puree.
While I was in the kitchen, waiting on mini pumpkin pies to cook, Shrike was grilling up some chicken and veggies. I'm usually more of a wine gal myself, but it seemed appropriate to bust out the OctoberFest. The "cheers! click, and drink!" toast was Peeper's idea.
Grilled chicken, onions, peppers and tomato. I also roasted some potatoes and carrots, but they were still cooking when I took these photos.
We even had a little centerpiece on our table. Peeper and Shrike found these beautiful berries in our yard. Any idea what they are?
Apropos of the new season, we got a little chilly on the patio, so we moved inside to finish up dinner and have our pies. I think they were a hit.