Dear Weeb,
We are watching The Wizard of Oz.
You said, "Maybe she is in the tormado and her momma and daddy are looking for her and the bad queen turned her around and around and there's a tomado!"
I am laughing very hard.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
DISCONCERTING
Dear Weeb,
I am amazed that I just heard you say 'disconcerting' in a sentence and use it correctly! However, when I asked you what it means, you don't quite know.
I am amazed that I just heard you say 'disconcerting' in a sentence and use it correctly! However, when I asked you what it means, you don't quite know.
BOYS
Dear Weeb,
You like the boys – ever since ou was old enough to bat your eyelashes.
When you first got to preschool in April 2008, you developed a crush on Christian, a 5 year old red head who treated you like you were a princess. Christian went to Kindergarten that September.
The following year, you were best friends with Jacob, who was a very active boy, a very BOY boy. You got interested in playing superheroes and getting into trouble with him. He left for Kindergarten this past September.
You said to me, “Mummy, all my best friends go away to Kindergarten.” The sad look on your face was just heartbreaking.
Recently, you have made a new friend, Evan. He’s a sweet little Asian kid and you are inseparable. I believe he is your age but has just come up from class two to your class when the older kids went to Kindergarten this year. You talk about Evan ALL the time. You play Dora and Diego together. You tell me that you are going to marry Evan and you are going to have 100 babies. You also inform me that youhasn’t told him this yet.
We had some trouble getting you to school, last Friday. You did not want to go. I don’t think anything happened at school, I think you were tired and just wanted to be home and cuddle with me and Daddy (though we had to go to work, in fact, I had to leave before you got up, that morning). You were hysterical. I ended up coming home from work and me and Daddy took you to preschool together and talked to your teacher about an event that I think was mostly invented. But it made you feel more confident. We made it very clear that Monday, we did not want the same hysterics and that you love school and most days, do not want to come home when I come pick you up.
This morning, I stayed home later than usual and got you dressed, made breakfast and reminded you that it was going to be a good day and that you love school. You were in a good mood. I left for work and you were still in a good mood. Daddy got you out the door and you were still in a good mood.
You saw Evan walking up the street as you and Daddy were parking. You got out of the car, excited and started calling Evan’s name. You were so thrilled to see him. When he finally got closer, he announced that he didn’t want to be your friend. His mom was mortified.
You were devastated.
You started to cry and cling to Daddy. He said he let a teacher know what happened and the kids went in. The teacher said she’d sort it out.
When Daddy called me I nearly started crying. My poor girl. I waited about an hour then called the school to see how you were doing. The owner answered and said you told her that you and Evan had been arguing about if it’s cold outside, or not. Nicky said, “They were arguing about the temperature, just like an old married couple.” She said you were currently sitting next to each other, playing. She said you were so darn cute together she was going to take a picture. And she did. I wonder if I have a copy of it somewhere.
I never expected so much LIFE before you were 4 years old. It is wonderful to share the joy with you, but when your heart breaks, baby girl, mine breaks, too.
When you first got to preschool in April 2008, you developed a crush on Christian, a 5 year old red head who treated you like you were a princess. Christian went to Kindergarten that September.
The following year, you were best friends with Jacob, who was a very active boy, a very BOY boy. You got interested in playing superheroes and getting into trouble with him. He left for Kindergarten this past September.
You said to me, “Mummy, all my best friends go away to Kindergarten.” The sad look on your face was just heartbreaking.
Recently, you have made a new friend, Evan. He’s a sweet little Asian kid and you are inseparable. I believe he is your age but has just come up from class two to your class when the older kids went to Kindergarten this year. You talk about Evan ALL the time. You play Dora and Diego together. You tell me that you are going to marry Evan and you are going to have 100 babies. You also inform me that youhasn’t told him this yet.
We had some trouble getting you to school, last Friday. You did not want to go. I don’t think anything happened at school, I think you were tired and just wanted to be home and cuddle with me and Daddy (though we had to go to work, in fact, I had to leave before you got up, that morning). You were hysterical. I ended up coming home from work and me and Daddy took you to preschool together and talked to your teacher about an event that I think was mostly invented. But it made you feel more confident. We made it very clear that Monday, we did not want the same hysterics and that you love school and most days, do not want to come home when I come pick you up.
This morning, I stayed home later than usual and got you dressed, made breakfast and reminded you that it was going to be a good day and that you love school. You were in a good mood. I left for work and you were still in a good mood. Daddy got you out the door and you were still in a good mood.
You saw Evan walking up the street as you and Daddy were parking. You got out of the car, excited and started calling Evan’s name. You were so thrilled to see him. When he finally got closer, he announced that he didn’t want to be your friend. His mom was mortified.
You were devastated.
You started to cry and cling to Daddy. He said he let a teacher know what happened and the kids went in. The teacher said she’d sort it out.
When Daddy called me I nearly started crying. My poor girl. I waited about an hour then called the school to see how you were doing. The owner answered and said you told her that you and Evan had been arguing about if it’s cold outside, or not. Nicky said, “They were arguing about the temperature, just like an old married couple.” She said you were currently sitting next to each other, playing. She said you were so darn cute together she was going to take a picture. And she did. I wonder if I have a copy of it somewhere.
I never expected so much LIFE before you were 4 years old. It is wonderful to share the joy with you, but when your heart breaks, baby girl, mine breaks, too.
I should mention that you have made several boys cry with the same, "I don't want to be your friend," comment. All is fair in love and preschool.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
100
Dear Weeb,
I am so impressed that my nearly four year old daughter can count to 100 all by herself!
I am so impressed that my nearly four year old daughter can count to 100 all by herself!
Monday, October 5, 2009
CUMBERSOME
Weeb: That moon is cumbersome.
Mummy: What? What does cumbersome mean, Weeb?
Weeb: Cumbersome is when the moon is full.
Wonko: Cumbersome means awkward and heavy.
*pause*
Weeb: Well actually she (the moon) IS awkward and heavy.
Hard to argue that one. LOL
Mummy: What? What does cumbersome mean, Weeb?
Weeb: Cumbersome is when the moon is full.
Wonko: Cumbersome means awkward and heavy.
*pause*
Weeb: Well actually she (the moon) IS awkward and heavy.
Hard to argue that one. LOL
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