*Spoiler alert - Amber, if you're reading this, and Molly is a better secret keeper than M, you might want to skip this post.*
Every year the preschool holds a Mother's Day luncheon for the students and their moms - no siblings allowed. They make a craft and prepare a program, and the kids are told to not tell their parents because it's a surprise. When C was in preschool, I had no idea what was going to transpire at the luncheon.
For at least the last month, M has been bursting at the seams! She whispers, "Mom, I have a surprise, but I can't tell you. I made us (note the plural) a cup, but I can't tell you. I painted my hand purple and put my handprint on the cup. Shhh, it's a secret!"
I think I've also heard all the songs they'll be singing. She makes me do the hand motions with her.
I love that she is so excited to do something special for me, and I can't believe she's maintained the same level of enthusiasm for this long. Every day I get a chuckle as she jumps on my lap, pushes my hair behind my ear and cups her hands together to whisper her secret to me once again.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Young Love
Lately M has been consumed with the idea of getting married. We've had many discussions on when is an appropriate time to get married (preferrably after college), and also criteria to rule out who she cannot marry (ie someone already married or family members). The main thing that has stuck in her head is that she can't marry her cousins. However, differentiating her cousins from her other friends is a little challenging for her since she has so many cousins living in close proximity that are also her friends.
So last Thursday, when she got out of preschool, she ran to her favorite swivel chair that's in the hallway as you near the exit. While spinning around and around, she asked for clarification as to whether her classmate Kaden is a cousin or friend. I confirmed that he was a friend. A moment after, Kaden walked past and M yelled at him to stop. After he stopped and turned, M proceeded to earnestly ask him if he would marry her when they grew up. Being a boy, he just grimaced and ran off.
I don't know why Kaden was the lucky recipient of her first proposal. Especially when at home she talks all the time about how she wants to marry Zachery, and his favorite color is green. C was about the same age when she first made the object of her affection aware of her feelings. It was two years ago when we were leaving the preschool parking lot that C rolled down her window and yelled for all to hear (and there were quite a few) "I love you Zachery Polzel!"
The same day as the proposal, we decided to stay at the school to play at the playground after we picked C up from school. There were two other boys on the play structure that I didn't recognize. After a short time, M asked one of the boys how old he was. He replied that he was seven. In follow up, M asked "so, are you married?"
I believe that I've mentioned a time or two before how very boy crazy C is. I fear for what the future brings with her! If we're not careful, we find her stalking the 12 year old boys in the hall at church. She also has a HUGE crush on two brothers - Darius and Omar (around 13 and 11). She's wide eyed and calling for them any time they are in her line of sight. I feel so bad for those poor pestered boys. At school we frequently get reports that she chases the boys (yes, multiples) and tries to kiss them. After one such report, P asked the teacher. "Well, I just don't know what else to do. You guys have more experience with this than I do, what should we do?" Her teacher responded that she didn't know. In 20 years of teaching, she'd never seen a girl so boy crazy before! These days, I consider the report that C was merely blowing kisses to boys to be a good day.
Last week, the mother of one of the boys in C's class stopped me on my way to the car to ask if my daughter was named C. She said that her son must have a crush on her, because he talks non stop about her at home and he often draws her in his pictures. Oddly enough, this is practically the only boy that I don't hear her talking about trying to kiss. The next day the same mom stopped me again. She'd told the boy's father that she'd finally met C, and she was a tall blonde, to which dad proudly replied "that's my boy!"
So last Thursday, when she got out of preschool, she ran to her favorite swivel chair that's in the hallway as you near the exit. While spinning around and around, she asked for clarification as to whether her classmate Kaden is a cousin or friend. I confirmed that he was a friend. A moment after, Kaden walked past and M yelled at him to stop. After he stopped and turned, M proceeded to earnestly ask him if he would marry her when they grew up. Being a boy, he just grimaced and ran off.
I don't know why Kaden was the lucky recipient of her first proposal. Especially when at home she talks all the time about how she wants to marry Zachery, and his favorite color is green. C was about the same age when she first made the object of her affection aware of her feelings. It was two years ago when we were leaving the preschool parking lot that C rolled down her window and yelled for all to hear (and there were quite a few) "I love you Zachery Polzel!"
The same day as the proposal, we decided to stay at the school to play at the playground after we picked C up from school. There were two other boys on the play structure that I didn't recognize. After a short time, M asked one of the boys how old he was. He replied that he was seven. In follow up, M asked "so, are you married?"
I believe that I've mentioned a time or two before how very boy crazy C is. I fear for what the future brings with her! If we're not careful, we find her stalking the 12 year old boys in the hall at church. She also has a HUGE crush on two brothers - Darius and Omar (around 13 and 11). She's wide eyed and calling for them any time they are in her line of sight. I feel so bad for those poor pestered boys. At school we frequently get reports that she chases the boys (yes, multiples) and tries to kiss them. After one such report, P asked the teacher. "Well, I just don't know what else to do. You guys have more experience with this than I do, what should we do?" Her teacher responded that she didn't know. In 20 years of teaching, she'd never seen a girl so boy crazy before! These days, I consider the report that C was merely blowing kisses to boys to be a good day.
Last week, the mother of one of the boys in C's class stopped me on my way to the car to ask if my daughter was named C. She said that her son must have a crush on her, because he talks non stop about her at home and he often draws her in his pictures. Oddly enough, this is practically the only boy that I don't hear her talking about trying to kiss. The next day the same mom stopped me again. She'd told the boy's father that she'd finally met C, and she was a tall blonde, to which dad proudly replied "that's my boy!"
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Spring Break
Now that C is in school five days a week, Spring Break actually has some significance in our family - although I guess we have been observing it somewhat since she started preschool. In what is becoming tradition, the girls and I headed off to the beach on Tuesday to visit Grandma and Grandpa.
We had a fun trip. Not so much because we had such spectacular weather, because we didn't, but because the girls kept their squabbling to a minimum. Luckily, we did have enough sunbreaks to spend a little time on the beach too, and the girls went on several hikes/walks with grandpa.
Naturally, it being something of a holiday, we had to visit the cheese factory too. Cheese tasting? Check. Buy some curds and pepperoni sticks? Check. Waffle cones with your choice of ice cream? Check. (Thanks Grandpa and Grandma for the treat!) It just doesn't get much better than this! It's funny, because I can buy the same exact brand and flavor of ice cream at the grocery store, but it never tastes quite as good as when you indulge in a cone of the good stuff right there at the factory.
We had a fun trip. Not so much because we had such spectacular weather, because we didn't, but because the girls kept their squabbling to a minimum. Luckily, we did have enough sunbreaks to spend a little time on the beach too, and the girls went on several hikes/walks with grandpa.
Naturally, it being something of a holiday, we had to visit the cheese factory too. Cheese tasting? Check. Buy some curds and pepperoni sticks? Check. Waffle cones with your choice of ice cream? Check. (Thanks Grandpa and Grandma for the treat!) It just doesn't get much better than this! It's funny, because I can buy the same exact brand and flavor of ice cream at the grocery store, but it never tastes quite as good as when you indulge in a cone of the good stuff right there at the factory.
On Friday, the girls and I headed north to meet up with P at another beach. Last year at a fundraiser auction we had purchased a weekend at a beach house with his parents and his sister's family (the one that lives next door to us). I was a little concerned about sharing a beach house with 11 of us, but my fears were unfounded. The house was huge, with comfortable accomodations for all of us - plus it was a block off the beach, a breakfast restaurant across the street, and a very short walk from town.
Luckily we all headed down to the beach our first night there, because it poured the rest of our stay! Despite the crummy weather, we still had all the makings for a fun stay - good company, books, movies, eating out, junk food, a foosball table and outlet shopping. It was a great Spring Break!
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