8 August 2008 3:14 pm
Piece of Candy?
This past Sunday, Andrea went to a birthday party with Dylan. It made me realize how she is growing up.
At previous birthday parties that we've been to with all of us, Dylan will often partake of the birthday festivities and Andrea will do her own thing with one of us watching her.
At this party, that all changed. Andrea did play by herself mostly on the inflatables and other toys. To her credit, there were mostly 4- and 5- year olds, and no one her age. What struck me as being very different was her behaviour during the pizza and cake portion of the party. Andrea wanted to sit at the table with all of the other children. She ate more pizza than probably any other child there. She was getting a bit antsy before cake, but sat still wand watched very intently when the birthday girl blow out her candles. Then, Andrea did revert and want to sit on my lap for her cake and ice cream. But, we were still at the table with all of the other children. Overall, her needs just seemed to be less than at birthday parties in the past. Andrea was very excited to get her goody bag at the end with all of the other children. She was especially pleased with her "piece of candy" that she got.
Speaking of the candy, I sure hope that Andrea's inquiry about a "piece of candy" just before bedtime while I was on the phone with a high school friend doesn't get misinterpretted. Really, we don't tend to give our children much candy. At least we try very hard not too! Andrea was hungry, since she ate dinner earlier than usual at the party. We settled on a snack of frozen blueberries, after Andrea's initial requests of a "piece of candy" and "ice cream" were turned down by me.
8 August 2008 3:03 pm
Cute Quotes
How many times are there when kids say something cute, and we just wish that we could later remember? Similarly, how many times does something they say sound funny given the context of an adult that it keeps us from getting too upset with them? I'd say that it's infinite.
So, going off on a tangent, Dylan has interest in understanding the concept of infinity, but he still doesn't get it. "Mommy, what's infinity plus one?" "Infinity." "But what's the biggest number?" "Well, there really isn't one. You can always add one more to it." Like I said, he wants to figure it out, but just doesn't grasp the concept yet.
The quote from Dylan this morning was, "Well, then I'm just going to drink all day." The context was that he was mad at me because I didn't have his milk in the car on the way to school. To my credit, I didn't have it because he didn't want it, and I made it as clear as I could that he wouldn't have his cup of milk at any point on the drive to school. Apparently, I wasn't clear enough. As he was ranting, he fixated on his desire to go to school and drink from the water fountain. And, he wasn't going to go to his classroom. He was just going to stand there and drink all day. Some days, that sounds quite appealing.
