November 28, 2013: It's Raining Men

I meant to post this earlier.  On Wednesday of this week, prior to Thanksgiving, we had a get together at our house.  We roasted a turkey (my first roasted turkey!), had most of the traditional trimmings, had cousins, sisters, friends all over to celebrate one another.
Toward the end of the evening, we turned on the X Box 360 and broke into the Just Dance Games.  Piggy was, as per usual, a great sport, and joined in along with some other friends.
At one point, E was tired out, and had taken a seat in order to rest.  So Piggy and our friend, J, were dancing.  J had chosen "It's Raining Men" as the song.

While Piggy is dancing, E says, very matter of factly, "You'd probably find someone to marry if it was really raining men."

Photo Post: Christmas List 2013

We just had quite a holiday week for Thanksgiving.  We had cousins in town, we had visits to other cousins, we had parties to attend, it was awesome.
Since Christmas is next, we have, presented below, the obligatory Christmas wish list from one very excited soon to be 8 year old.

the best is that she asked me to add "new toothbrush" after she handed it to me.

If you need translation, feel free to ask in the comments.  This is one that I feel actually speaks more or less for itself.

*P.S: I am so very delighted that she wants so many foam weapons.  It's irrational and probably not healthy, but it's delightful.
P.P.S.: I'm ecstatic that she wants a Seahawks Cheerleading outfit.  I was just going to knit us matching Seattle Seahawks hats.

November 3, 2013: I don't like the "laws"

This kid of mine is a negotiator.  She tries to cut deals all the time regarding picking up her room, doing her chores, what time she has to go to bed.  She'll offer us a piece of her Halloween candy if she can have 2 pieces.  That or she'll pick one piece to 'share' with us and one piece for her to eat.  Which is to say, we get a bite of the one she's sharing and she'll finish it, as well as eating her own piece.
She'll negotiate her way out of going to bed on time, "I'll clean up my dirty clothes tomorrow if I can stay up and watch this show today."  Granted, she offers terrible deals to me and her daddy, but to her they sound great.
If I make a mistake in my wording of instructions, she'll kill me on the details.
Last night was such a night, and I said to her she should be an attorney.

E: What's that?
Daddy: a lawyer.
E: Why would I be a lawyer?
Me: You like to make deals and to argue.
E: I'm not sure I want to be a lawyer.
Me: She can't be a lawyer, because. ..
E: I don't really like the "laws."
Me: I was going to say because it's hard work and you don't like to work hard.
E: I can work hard, I just don't like to.  Plus, I said I don't like the "laws."

(yes, she made air quotes around the word "laws")

Blast from the past. Age 3

So, our kid has this great sense of imagination, like all kids not raised in Skinner boxes.  Although now I think about it, Skinner box kids would probably have to have an active imagination, too, given the lack of stimulation.  May have to rethink my whole premise here, other than the fact that Skinner boxes were used for cats and not children, thankfully.
Anyway, when she was around 2 and a half to 3, she was doing a lot of "when I was <noun>, then I also did <appropriate activity for previous noun>."
For example, "When I was an astronaut, we went to Saturn and had lunch with the aliens."
Yes, she said that to me once.

Our favorite of all time, though, was a couple of days after she walked into the bathroom while her daddy was in there.  Once you have a child your privacy rights are all taken away.  You thought the NSA was bad, at least their snooping is all in the background, and you weren't aware of it until Snowden told us all about it.  A child, on the other hand, will follow you in to every room in your house and constantly ask you what you are doing there and why you are doing it.

One day, my husband made the mistake of not locking the door when he went into the bathroom.  She walked in there while he was in there, and saw him standing in front of the toilet.

E: What are you doing?
Daddy: Going to the bathroom.
E: Why aren't you sitting down?
Daddy: Because this is one of the ways boys are different.  We stand up to pee.
E:  Oh.

We thought that would be the end of it.  About 3 days later, we were all standing outside on the porch, visiting with friends.  Completely unrelated to the current topic of conversation (probably politics or video games), she hits us with this declarative statement before wandering in to the backyard:

E: When I was a boy and I had a tail, I used to pee standing up.