Sunday, December 8, 2013

Six Things for a Sunday


  1. I took the girls to see Max and Ruby Nutcracker today, which was a Christmas gift from my mom, and it was really great, especially for Maria and Veronica and really, mostly, for Maria.  She is almost six years old and it gets better for us every single day, which proves my point that babies are  TERRIBLE and children are GREAT.  
  2. She was on pink every day last week at school.  Pink is the best color on the behavior chart and on Monday she asked to get a treat after school and I said we could get one, but we are only getting one this week so if it's today there are no more treats all week.  She said fine and then on Thursday, when she had been on pink for four days in a row, she wangled another treat out of me on Friday, as long as she made day five and she did.  But five days!  That's pretty good, right?  We have had our rough moments this week and I told her, she has to try to be as good at home as she is at school.  I said Mike and I love her and she treats us terribly and is always good and perfect at school, what gives, I asked her.  She said she doesn't know.  I want her to be good at school but I also want her to be good here.  That might be too much to ask, though.  
  3. We were on our way to a cookie decorating party this Saturday and we got rear ended.  We were in a rental because I JUST got rear ended last Tuesday, and there didn't seem to be any damage, but where the accident happened was a busy street, so I had to pull over on a side street to exchange information with him.  Maria popped out of her car seat and inspected the car like Officer Beck or something, she is so funny.  When we got back in the car, she said "this car is pretty tough, I didn't feel anything!".  
  4. She wants a Furby for Christmas, ugh.  I still don't think she is old enough so she is not getting one.  She is getting a booster seat for her birthday, we decided.  Don't tell her that's not really a birthday gift, we have to get her a car seat anyway, ha!
  5. She gets a good report every single week from school.  Today at church, the principal came over to talk to us and I thought she'd die of the thrill.  
  6. She still gets so mad, so fast, and it's frustrating.  Saturday she was lying on the floor when I left for work, crying and yelling that the only time she had fun all day was when she was at her friend Violet's house.  I had painted their nails in the morning, taken her to that party, gotten her in an exciting but not hurtful car accident, so much excitement and she has no appreciation for it so I was mad.  I was super mad when I left for work and later I called her to say that I was sorry I was grumpy before I left for work and she said "yes, why WERE you so grumpy, Mommy?".  Ugh she has no idea.  Tonight when I was at work Mike called me and I was scared because he never calls me at work, but of course it was Maria.  "I figured out how to call you MYSELF!", she said.  She is a hoot.