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 john -- February 3rd, 2010Yesterday, Maia painted “Angry O”.
“O is upset because the long strings are all spinning around. O wanted short strings.” By they way, this is O; in case you hadn’t heard. john -- February 2nd, 2010Overhead this morning: M: Daddy, I was walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and walking to find you this morning. J: And, where did you find me? M: Your bedroom. ————————————————————— M, handing the phone to Valerie, who’s still in bed: Mommy, your phone is on the floor all the tiiiiiiime. ————————————————————— M: Mommy, it’s tiiiiime to get dressed! V: OK, how about you just get me my clothes. M, rifling through the dresser drawers: Mommy, your PJ top is in the wrooooong drawer. valerie -- January 31st, 2010After breakfast the other morning we sat down at the table and Maia wanted to get some pens out to color. The sisters were in bed so it was a good time to do some drawing. Markers and paper came out and Maia asked if she could write her name. Great, I thought. I’ve been wanting to work on her letters with her. I agreed that her name would be a good thing to write and turned to get something else. When I turned back around Maia showed me this almost complete:  She had the "M A" done when I looked at her, she then completed the "I A" while I watched. Her name. She had the first two letters done, then she finished the “I” and the last “A” while I watched. I only had to remind her to cross her “A’s”. I was floored. The balloons are for her friends, in all of their favorite colors. Go go writing girl! john -- January 10th, 2010Maia wanted to wear her new “play” dress that Grandma Becky recently made for her.
Once she had it on, she wanted to go trick-r-treating and I explained that it would be a long time until next Halloween came so we could do that. She said, “Thanks OK. I just like wearing my dress. It’s special to me and Grandma Becky”. john -- December 5th, 2009M: Daddy, what’s your middle name? J: Michael. What’s your middle name? M: Prisoner! J: Prisoner? Prisoner of what? M: Prisoner Princess. I just have to stay here and help clean up. Well, yes, we are doing a general cleaning, but, I haven’t exactly made her do anything other than stay out of the way of sweeping. Ohh, the melodrama… john -- November 2nd, 2009Maia has a way of observing the world that gives me pause to remember that we just can’t take life too seriously. Driving back from the pumpkin patch last Friday, Maia was looking out the window and observing what the setting sun was leaving behind on the horizon. It was not unlike below, but not quite so dark at that time. She casual says, “Look. Sun juice.” When probed what it that meant, she said, “it looks like juice from the sun”. What does it taste like? “It doesn’t taste like anything; it’s just pretend.”
john -- November 1st, 2009Maia’s third Halloween has come and gone. Grandma Becky made a truly beautiful princess dress for her (thank you!). Valerie carved up the pumpkins and set them out to invite fellow trick-r-treaters to pay a visit and take some goodies away. Maia professed that “it’s the pumpkins’ birthday today” once the candles were placed inside.
Maia’s friend Ellen came over to help canvas the neighborhood and extract the treats from the willing participants. Here they are at our neighbor’s house, sheepishly hoping for candy. Later they got more into it and the two of them would go running up and knock on the door.
The next morning, Maia quietly got herself out of bed, scooted the stair-step stool over to the counter and fetched her bucket of candy from the counter. Valerie and I listened from our bedroom as she rustled through candy and giggled with glee and jumped up and down with excitement at the though of ALL OF THAT CANDY!
Finally, she opened our door, stuck her head through and just shy of yelled, “Good Morning!” with a huge Cheshire grin. She hauled her bucket up into bed and rifled through it. She observed, “these chocolates have their shoes on so they can go trick-r-treating. The one on the left is sad because he’s hungry and doesn’t have any candy.”
She rifled around some more. “These chocolates are going to a party!”
I think her favorite “treat” she got was the rubber centipede. It was crawling around inside the bucket, but, it couldn’t eat the candy because of the wrappers. Later, she decided to feed it some candy.
More pictures of the evening in the gallery. valerie -- October 29th, 2009I had to dash into our local Target this morning and had the girls in tow. Maia was riding in the main basket checking out the wares on display. As we passed the first of the Christmas decorations I heard from the front of the cart, in true Maia style, “Christmas time?? It’s not Christmas time. It’s not even Halloween!” And now she knows how the rest of us holiday procrastinators feel. john -- October 16th, 2009Maia climbed up into her chair for dinner and she’s sitting on her knees and her bum is just wiggling back and forth. Valerie observes this and says, “Maia, I think you need to go potty before dinner”. M: No I don’t. V: Yes you do. And she hoists up Maia from the chair and carries her toward the bathroom, partly at arms length the way you’d carry a dog that had been rolling in the mud, because, you can’t be too sure. As they round the corner to enter the bathroom, Valerie pauses to open the baby gate and Maia looks over her shoulder at me and smugly states, “I’m just gonna take Mommy to the potty!” valerie -- September 30th, 2009Maia has been attending Music Together since she was four months old. Stella and Elsie have been going with us since birth…they were three weeks old when the Fall session started last year. The current session is the best so far as all three girls are having a blast playing with music and each other. As I was cleaning (or trying to order the chaos a bit) the playroom Maia saw an opportunity to model music class for her sisters. As soon as there was a bit of open carpet, Maia began to sing the “chugga-chugga choo-choo” instrument song that we sing in class when the Big Box of Instruments is brought out for free play. She looked at her sisters and intoned “Here come the instruments!” as she dumped them out in front of their eager little hands. And Musical chaos reigned as drums were beaten, shakers shook and bells rung. The only difference to a class was when Stella began putting instruments back in the box and Maia chided her by saying, “Stella, it’s not time to clean up yet. Wait for the song!” |
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