I started decorating our house for Halloween last night and one of the decorations was a clear window cling with ghost- like faces on it. which we put it up in one of the kitchen windows. This morning Dean was bringing Peter into the kitchen for breakfast (and we get up at 6:30 so its still pretty dark) and Peter saw the faces and said “Daddy take it down.”. Dean assumed that Peter was scared by the faces so he said “Do they scare you buddy?” and Peter said “No, I want it in my bedroom.”
Two nights ago I made some chocolate chip cookies but since I’m trying not to snack after supper I didn’t have one. Dean had some then I put a bunch in a zip lock (enough for everyone to have 2). I planned to have one last night after supper but I went out for supper so that didn’t happen. When I packed Charlotte’s lunch this morning there was only one cookie left (and I told her she could have it in her lunch before I knew it was the last one). I asked where they all went and Dean told me they ate them all last night. I said “Well thanks for saving one for me guys”. Peter came over to me and said ” Mommy you can have my cookie I made.”
“Oh you made cookies?” I asked.
“Yes, they in here” and he pointed to the pantry. So I played along and opened the pantry for him and he grabbed a bag of Animal Crackers and handed them to me and said ‘Here the cookies I made. You can have them mommy”.
Sometimes Charlotte and Peter play a game where they pretend Charlotte is the mom and Peter is the baby. Today I was in my room and I heard Charlotte in the bathroom say “Baby can you come help mommy?” And Peter growled in a low voice “I’m not a baby, I’m a man.”
C: Peter, you’re 2. You don’t know anything except tractor names.
D: he knows more than tractor names!
C: He can’t count, he doesn’t know the ABC’s and he doesn’t know how to call 911.
D: Thats probably a good thing…
If this is what 5 year old girls are like I have no idea how I am going to deal with a teenage one! For the last week (at least) Charlotte has started crying and freaking out hysterically over one little thing or another. Tonight she was upset because she wouldn’t eat her supper and we told her she couldn’t have a desert (we weren’t having any anyway). I know can you believe it! When she was done bathing she was still going on and on about it so I told her if she mentioned it one more time there was absolutely no way she would get any treats for at least the next week. Well what do you know she brings it up again so I tell her that there will be no treats and the screaming crying starts.
” I don’t like this place!!” “This place is boring because of mom. WAHHHHHH!”
” Do you also want to ruin my birthday and Christmas ” I asked (because that’s what she said once before”.
“No! I want Christmas. Just for me! And Peter and Sammy but not mom! WHAAA!” ” No one loves me”
Now it should be mentioned that I had come to her and told her I would help her with her reading homework and stay in her room but she said no. At some point she also said she didn’t love me. Then later (when it was way past when she should have been asleep) she asked for help and I said no. I told her it was wayyy too late but I would come stay with her and then help her in the morning. She stars freaking out saying she won’t get her homework done and she won’t be able to watch tv in the morning. Then Peter comes in with his orange and she says “WHY DOES PETER GET DESERT!!”. I said ” I told you you could have fruit. Peter doesn’t get anything else – just fruit. Now do you want me to come to your room?”
“No I want something to eat”
“What do you want”
” A dunkaroo”
and on and on it goes. “No one will do homework with me! Daddy only loves Peter! This day is the worstest day of my whole entire life! I don’t like mommy! Nobody wants me around!”
Honestly I can’t handle it. She still isn’t in bed – she’s out in the hallway sobbing. I can’t go out there because I’m not getting into this with her again.
Dean, Peter and i were having lunch at Tim Hortons today and our table was by the window that the drive through cars drive by. One car passed that I had never seen before and it was a Kia so Dean and I started talking about Kia. All of a sudden Peter yelled out “ayeeeee!”. Dean and I looked at each other and then Dean said “Kia” and again Peter shouted “ayeeeee!”. He’s only 2.5 and I can pretty much guarantee he has never seen that commercial…,
I was outside with Peter when he informed me that he pooped in his diaper. Then he said “the squirrel told me I’m stinky”.