The Week in Kids

This week...

Sam put on a few (i.e. all) of the things from the dress up box.

And then enjoyed looking at the pictures of himself.

Also this week...

I called Jonah and Sam "Thing 1" and "Thing 2" from Dr. Suess.  The next day, to alert me to some trouble Cate was getting into, Jonah hollered out, "Mom, Thing 3 is playing with the blinds!"

Also this week...

Cate turned two.  Not chronologically two.  She does that next month.  But terribly two.  My evidence is this: 

She was hanging on the refrigerator door asking for an apple.  But, she already had an apple, which I had given her about twenty minutes earlier.  It sat abandoned on the counter.  I offered it to her.  "No!" she said, and went back the the refrigerator.  This time, I said, "No."

At this, she threw herself face down on the ground and burst into tears, looking up surreptitiously to make sure I was paying attention.  I wasn't.  Not really.  She's my third kid.  Wailing is nothing to get excited about.

Cate, however, is not a quitter.  She flopped over on her back, bucking a little, like a fish out of water, still wailing.  Over and over she flopped.  Louder and louder she wailed.  Her brothers and I just went about our business, stepping over her as needed. 

I don't know what they were thinking, but I was thinking, "She'll stop soon enough."  Five minutes she did this.  Five minutes!!!  This does not sound like a long time, but, trust me, five minutes of wailing, for a first tantrum, to which no attention was paid, is a LONG time.

It is a good thing I am an "experienced" parent.  If she were my first child, she may have gotten a rise out of  me.  And a girl this committed to getting her own way would become an unstoppable terror once indulged.


Also this week...

Cate practiced her maternal skills.  After she talked to her Daddy on the phone, she insisted on putting her Baby on the phone too. "Baby, hi, daddy," she said.  My heart about burst wide open.

Also this week...

Jonah made his true feeling about his school snack known. 

I had been sending him with fruit and crackers, or other finger foods.  It not lunch after all, just snack.  But this week, I sent him with a peanut butter sandwich.  "Thank you so much for sending me with a sandwich like everyone else," he said. 

Golly.  I didn't know it mattered so much.  I didn't want to ruin the kid's playground cred with some raisins.  So, the next day I packed him a cheese sandwich.  I'm a mom who cares.  He came home, dropped his back pack on the floor, and announced, "I don't like cheese sandwiches, unless they have lettuce, and turkey."

Duly noted.

Also this week...

Cate joined me early one dark morning to make the coffee.  This is note-worthy, because until this week, she had no way of getting out of her crib unassisted.  I guess those days are over.  Pray for us.

Also this week...

We went to the Fall Festival at Jonah's school.  The kids went dressed up in their Halloween costumes; a knight, Super Mario, and a ballerina.  There are dozens and dozens of pictures.  But not on my camera.  Maybe next week.

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