bull headed Rose

First off, let me assure you that, to my great relief, Rose was in a MUCH better mood as of Friday evening. She must have just gotten up on the wrong side of the bed on Friday. Uff-dah! Here she was on Saturday morning, about to help me bake muff-mahns (our weekend tradition):

But the real reason I wanted to write this post was to record two more Rose-isms:

1. She doesn't understand that "anything" is not the same as "nothing" (and "anybody" is not the same as "nobody").  And since "nothing" and "nobody" are completely absent from her vocabulary, this creates some odd conversations like:

me: Rose, what did you do at school today?
Rose: anything!

me: Rose, which pajamas do you want to wear tonight?
Rose: anything!

me: Rose, who else was at your swimming lesson today with miss Lauren?
Rose: anybody!!

She thinks she's messing with us, but she just can't quite pull it off yet.


2. She is completely, absolutely, 100% bull-headed when she thinks she is right. (I don't know where she gets that from!)  Remember a few months ago when I blogged about her insistence that a photo of Trula is "not Trula!!!"? Well, now things like this happen on a regular basis. For example, she INSISTS that Anna is Elsa (and Elsa is Anna) in the movie Frozen, and there is absolutely no convincing her otherwise. Similarly, on our "family walk" this afternoon, we saw some birds in the sky. She asked what they were, and I said I thought they might be geese (I didn't get a good look). Mike chimed in that they were actually ducks, and then she yelled at him, "No, daddy, those GEESES!" They then argued (goodnaturedly on his part, vociferously on her part) the rest of the way home about the species of bird we had seen. Sigh.


Have a great week, everyone!

guilt

I only spent an hour with Rose this morning, and it was basically one tantrum after another. I felt like I couldn't say or do anything right! It was awful!!

Here are the reasons I made her cry:
1. I told her it was time to get up and get dressed. (This was 10 min after Mike first woke her up.)
2. I told her that either she could pick out her clothes or I would.
3. I told her that I was going to pick out her clothes because she wasn't getting out of bed.
4. I told her that I loved how her socks matched her shirt.
5. I told her that we couldn't eat chocolate for breakfast.
6. I told her that I got her 2 new books from the library last night, after I returned "Martha Bakes a Cake" because it was due.
7. I told her that we couldn't go back for "Martha Bakes a Cake" today because it's a school day, but that we could go to the library again this weekend.
8. I asked her which shoes she wanted to wear to school.
9. I told her that she couldn't wear her snowpants because they were already at school.
10. I told her that Daddy had put her birdy blanket in the blue car so she could use it to stay warm this morning.
11. I asked her how many hugs she wanted before I dropped her off at school, and I gave her the six that she asked for.

Sigh. I felt like a pretty awful parent, and I'm sure my vaccillating between ignoring the worst of the tantrum and offering her lots of hugs and sympathy for her genuine distress did not help the situation at all.

Parenting is hard.

winter is back

After several days in the 30's, temps have been back in the single digits again.

This morning on the way to "school" I said to Rose, "I sure am ready for spring!"

She replied, "My ready for SUMMER!"

Touche, little one. Touche.

More Rose-isms

Rose is talking more and more, and we're starting to have real conversations! As in, real give and take, and forward progress on a subject (not just me repeating what she said to make sure I understood, and then trying to elaborate a bit). AND, she's starting to recognize emotions and to understand how her actions affect others. It's pretty awesome!


So, this morning for some reason Rose wanted to see what I packed in my lunch bag. I showed her the chicken leftovers, the baby carrots with dressing, and the two muff-mahns. (Good thing she picked today to look in my lunch bag, when I actually had a balanced meal!)  When she saw that I had two muffins, she said "don't forget to share with Daddy!" Then she paused a second and said "that will make him happy. Daddy likes muff-mahns."  Awwwww....


This other one isn't really a Rose-ism, but I wanted to note that cute way she she pronounces some words. Anything that starts with a vowel, she preceeds with a "w" sound. I don't know, must be easier that way. (Do all kids do this?)  For example, "put it in there" is "put wit win there." I know this won't last forever, so I just wanted to make note of how cute it is right now.


I haven't been able to take a lot of pictures recently due to someone refusing, but I did manage to get this one when Rose and I went out to DQ for dinner last Friday night. She LOVED my mud pie blizzard and ended up throwing out her ice cream sandwich (free with her kiddie meal) and eating most of my beloved dessert. Sigh.

Hope you're having a good week!

Another roseism

As Rose and I were walking home from school today. . .

R: mommy,  guess what!

S: what?

R: I love you,  mommy!

S: aw,  I love you too, Rose! In fact, I love you bunches and bunches!

R: my not bunches and bunches,  my rosentosen!!

And here's a photo of Rose and Mac helping me make pizza for dinner.  :)

Have a great week!

2014 school pictures

Last year Rose's school pictures were by a terrible national company. (I've never liked last year's pictures!) But this year they went back to the amazing Chelsea Madsen Images - Ms. Chelsea is one of the teacher's at Rose's school, so Rose was more relaxed and Ms. Chelsea was definitely able to capture her true personality. We're hoping to schedule family pictures with her in the summer/fall of 2015 so we have a great photo of the whole family for next year's holiday card. :)

(P.S. The pictures were taken in early October, but I delayed this post until January so the grandparents would still be surprised when they opened the photos for Christmas.)

Strep :(

Finally got a diagnosis,  and we're just waiting for the antibiotics to start working their magic. . . Five days with fevers peaking over 104 each day is awful!