Mommy: Claire, who is your favorite aunt?
Claire: Aunt Deedra (I swear that is what she said)
Mommy: Ellie, who is your favorite aunt? (hoping she will say Aunt Dana)
Ellie: Ally.
Well, Ally is not an aunt, but so cute! For the record, I have amazing sisters-in-law who I am proud to have as sisters from other misters. They inspire me daily to be a geat wife and mother. I love you both dearly.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Oh Christmas Tree?
Tonight the girls and I put together our Christmas tree. We diligently sorted out the branches by color and piled them neatly on the floor. It was great! Claire read the directiions and made sure we put in the right colors, Ellie did all the bending and handed me each branch, and I put all the branches in the post and made them look "real". We get all done and stand back to admire the tree (we decorate tomorrow night). Ellie just looks at the tree and Claire says, "It doesn't look like a real tree." News flash...it is not a real tree and we won't have to water it or vacuum up pine needles for the next 6 months. Claire bends over and picks up a fake "needle" off the floor and says, "like this?". I hate when she's right.
Why we do not watch football
Mama Sue (directed at the TV): Shut up, announcers. Start talking sbout the game.
Mommy: Ellie, tell Mama Sue we don't say "shut up".
Ellie: We say damn it, huh Mom?
Um....right. Thanks Uncle Gary for turning your head to laugh. I appreciate it.
Mommy: Ellie, tell Mama Sue we don't say "shut up".
Ellie: We say damn it, huh Mom?
Um....right. Thanks Uncle Gary for turning your head to laugh. I appreciate it.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Funny thing about my girls
They are too smart for their own good.
When Claire started kindergarten, we were concerned she would be bored because she knew most everything on the kindergarten skill list and had mastered quite a number of skills on the list. Apparently Claire needs to learn emotion control and decision-making skills...see previous post.
I realized that Ellie has met many of the kindergarten "end of year" goals also. I suppose I should work on her emotion control and decision-making skills now.
Ellie has also mastered "cursing": holy holy. At least I think that is cursing to her....she says it in situations in which I would curse.
When Claire started kindergarten, we were concerned she would be bored because she knew most everything on the kindergarten skill list and had mastered quite a number of skills on the list. Apparently Claire needs to learn emotion control and decision-making skills...see previous post.
I realized that Ellie has met many of the kindergarten "end of year" goals also. I suppose I should work on her emotion control and decision-making skills now.
Ellie has also mastered "cursing": holy holy. At least I think that is cursing to her....she says it in situations in which I would curse.
Big Girl Ellie
Ellie is now mostly potty-trained and it is an exciting time in our household. I'm thinking my budget line item for "diapers/pull-ups" can soon return to "Starbucks/coffee". While I'm mopping the kitchen floor or shampooing the family room carpet or rinsing out poopy panties (sorry, but that's the way it goes sometimes), I dream of vanilla lattes and Carmel Machiattos. It's actually quite sad.
Today I asked her if we could stop buying pull-ups. Her response "No way, hosey". I'm fairly certain she meant "No way, Jose", but just couldn't pull it off.
Today I asked her if we could stop buying pull-ups. Her response "No way, hosey". I'm fairly certain she meant "No way, Jose", but just couldn't pull it off.
Kindergarten Claire
Claire started kindergarten a few weeks ago.
Now that I've stopped crying every day when I drop her off, I can see the humor in the situation. She's got an entirely new set of people to influence and terrorize with her Claire-logic.
I received a voicemail from the Assistant Principal at Claire's school recently. I would receive a discipline notice on Claire's behavior. She apparently hit, and then bit another student who would not give her the book she wanted. That weekend we had many conversations about making good choices and the consequences of poor decision-making. She told me the boy's name in her recounting of the events.
Yesterday I met the "victim". I think I would have bitten him too.
Now that I've stopped crying every day when I drop her off, I can see the humor in the situation. She's got an entirely new set of people to influence and terrorize with her Claire-logic.
I received a voicemail from the Assistant Principal at Claire's school recently. I would receive a discipline notice on Claire's behavior. She apparently hit, and then bit another student who would not give her the book she wanted. That weekend we had many conversations about making good choices and the consequences of poor decision-making. She told me the boy's name in her recounting of the events.
Yesterday I met the "victim". I think I would have bitten him too.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
What am I?
Claire: "Am I Schultz?"
Me: "Um....sort of. You're a Wilson."
Claire: "How is Mama Sue a Schultz and you're a Schultz, but I'm not a Schultz. I must be a Schultz because I belong to you."
Me: "Ok. Good logic. Go to bed."
Me: "Um....sort of. You're a Wilson."
Claire: "How is Mama Sue a Schultz and you're a Schultz, but I'm not a Schultz. I must be a Schultz because I belong to you."
Me: "Ok. Good logic. Go to bed."
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Bom Chick-a-wah-wah
Claire has a new stuffed kitty cat she calls Peaches, her chick-a-wah-wah. I thought it was cute she made up this new animal-type.
This morning we were watching "Handy Manny" and Manny's neighbor, Mrs. Portillos, has a Chihuahua (I'm not sure it is spelled correctly, but you get what I mean).
Claire looks at me and says "She has a chick-a-wah-wah too."
The light finally comes on in my head (I know, it took longer for me than most). I'm not even going to explain to her that her new little friend is a cat, not a dog.
And I'm still going to call every little Taco-Bell-looking dog a "chick-a-wah-wah".
This morning we were watching "Handy Manny" and Manny's neighbor, Mrs. Portillos, has a Chihuahua (I'm not sure it is spelled correctly, but you get what I mean).
Claire looks at me and says "She has a chick-a-wah-wah too."
The light finally comes on in my head (I know, it took longer for me than most). I'm not even going to explain to her that her new little friend is a cat, not a dog.
And I'm still going to call every little Taco-Bell-looking dog a "chick-a-wah-wah".
Italian Ellie
Even though John and I do not have any Italian in our heritage-family-tree-thingee, Ellie has some Italian in her. Her Italian-ness is evidenced by:
1. She talks with her hands. If I hold her hands, she stops talking. Try it; it's kind of fun!
2. She is passionate about EVERYTHING. She loves her food, her stuffed animals, and her sister. She is very passionate about these things in her life. I pray she continues to be passionate about her sister.
3. She loves d.r.a.m.a. LOVES it...with a passion (see item 2). With Claire, I'm not worried about the pre-teen years, but Ellie...oh yeah, I'm having nightmares about it already.
4. She loves "basketti" and "beatballs". I realize that is a stereotype, but I love to hear her say it. It makes me giggle.
I love my little Ell-Bell.
1. She talks with her hands. If I hold her hands, she stops talking. Try it; it's kind of fun!
2. She is passionate about EVERYTHING. She loves her food, her stuffed animals, and her sister. She is very passionate about these things in her life. I pray she continues to be passionate about her sister.
3. She loves d.r.a.m.a. LOVES it...with a passion (see item 2). With Claire, I'm not worried about the pre-teen years, but Ellie...oh yeah, I'm having nightmares about it already.
4. She loves "basketti" and "beatballs". I realize that is a stereotype, but I love to hear her say it. It makes me giggle.
I love my little Ell-Bell.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Multi-language children
Claire showed me the alphabet in sign language. I was blown away! She is extremely smart. I don't know who I feel more sorry for....myself, her teachers, her friends, or future boyfriends.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Claire, the proud patriot
John is a good man. He will often get up early with the girls on Saturday so that I may sleep in. This past Saturday, John was watching the Olympics while Claire and Ellie were playing Legos in the dining room....where they have taken up permanent residence and decided to multiply. Anyway....John realizes that Claire is stuck in an endless loop of a song...what is it? The Star-Spangled Banner. Seriously. No lie.
Claire sang the first half of the first verse over and over...ad nauseum. My little American. So proud!
For all you singers out there who volunteer to sing the National Anthem before athletic events, but yet don't quite know the words (or tune) for The Star-Spangled Banner, shame on you. Next time, call Claire for help.
An afterthought about this topic: Carrie Underwood at the Super Bowl was pitchy. My friend Robb would have done it proud. So there. I'm just sayin'.
Claire sang the first half of the first verse over and over...ad nauseum. My little American. So proud!
For all you singers out there who volunteer to sing the National Anthem before athletic events, but yet don't quite know the words (or tune) for The Star-Spangled Banner, shame on you. Next time, call Claire for help.
An afterthought about this topic: Carrie Underwood at the Super Bowl was pitchy. My friend Robb would have done it proud. So there. I'm just sayin'.
Foreign Languages
Now that Claire is reading (and writing!) and Ellie knows most of her alphabet, the girls have decided (apparently) that foreign languages are next. Claire is painting with Ellie. Claire finishes her picture and says "Voila!". Ellie, in her relentless pursuit to be like her big sister says, "Walla!" So cute. Seriously though, ask Claire to count to 10 in Spanish. She can do it.
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