Friday, March 04, 2005

Little Boogie-ism

A scene from our house this morning. We were watching the Disney channel and the show JoJo's Circus was on. JoJo has a lion friend and I wanted to find out what his name was.

Me: Boogie, what's JoJo's friend's name.
Boogie: What friend?
Me: The lion. What's his name?
Boogie: I don't know.
Me: You don't know? Think. Do you remember what his name is?
Boogie: No, I don't.
Me: I think it's Goliath.
Boogie: No, it's Golion.

I stand corrected.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

I Do Not Like Them, Sam I Am

Tonight we went to a Dr. Seuss reading event at my husband's elementary school. We took little Boogie because she loves reading and we knew she'd enjoy it. She especially got excited when she saw the people dressed up as the Cat in the Hat and Clifford (I'm not really sure why he was there, since he's not a Dr. Seuss character, but she didn't care).

We sat down in one of the groups and the teachers started reading. They read for a specific amount of time, and then they switch to another area, so we have the benefit of listening to a lot of teachers read. Boogie was happy with her warm chocolate chip cookie, listening to them read about Wacky Wednesday and Put Me in the Zoo. That is, until the big girls came. They were probably only in 4th grade, but to a two-year-old toddler, they were pretty big. They sat down next to her, and one grabbed a big blanket and wrapped around her. Never mind that the blanket rubbed up on Boogie in the process. The girl looked at her and said nothing. The other girl kept pushing her legs back and forth, bumping Boogie's feet. I moved over, so that Boogie could move away from them. They just used the extra space to spread out more, continuing to invade Boogie's space. And with no apologies, I might add. I'm not sure where their parents were, but I certainly would never let Boogie try to bully anyone younger than her. As subtle as their gestures were, it was the blatant disregard to someone smaller than them that annoyed me.

She finally said she wanted to go home. I felt bad. Should I have said something to the girls? I don't know. I definitely wouldn't want to get into anything at an event that's clearly designed to entertain young kids. We just decided to go home. As Boogie was brushing her teeth, she said, "That girl kept hitting me with her blanket." I agreed. "It was a big blanket." It was. "She wasn't very nice." No, she wasn't.

I worry that she'll encounter girls like that when she eventually goes to school. I hope not. The good thing is she's big for her age, so maybe she'll be able to protect those who might be bullied by those bigger than them. I just wish other parents could be a little more conscientious about what their kids are doing. But then, they could be the same people who are inconsiderate on the road, who cut in line, or who cause scenes in public. Maybe Boogie had the right idea to just walk away.

On a side note, today was my first day back at work after four months of maternity leave. It was so hard leaving little Dak, but I knew he was in good hands with the same woman who watches Boogie (they also have a 9-month-old cousin who goes there too). He seems happy when I drop him off and pick him up, and I know he'll thrive, just as Boogie has. And while I was a little nervous going back to work (I felt like I was starting a new job), by early afternoon, I felt like I was right back in the swing of things.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Shyness isn't Hereditary

I was painfully shy as a child. I preferred the company of adults over children, because I thought the adults would be nicer to me. I just didn't think I was special enough to have friends who would like me, and didn't think anyone would want to listen to what I had to say. It took me a long time to get over my shyness. In the 7th grade, I met a girl who I thought was so much fun: she was wild and had no inhibitions. Why would a girl like that be interested in boring old me. But she was. We became best friends and she made me realize that maybe I was funny and interesting and that people might actually like me.

Today, I still get moments of insecurity, wondering whether people really like me, or that they have to like me because we work together, are in book club together, are related, etc. Thankfully, I don't think little Boogie has that same insecurity. She has no problem singing in her little microphone for an audience. She plays really well with the kids in her daycare, in fact, I think she's the ringleader, which scares me sometimes.

The other day, we went to the furniture store to look for a new dining table. The saleslady came up and asked me if I needed help. Boogie looked up at her and said, "We're looking for dining tables!" The woman asked if Boogie was about 4 years old. I told her she'd be three in May. The woman was surprised that she was speaking in complete sentences and that she was so outgoing. That's my little girl!

I hope she never has those feelings of insecurity about not being good enough. I tell her every day how smart, funny, pretty she is. I tell her I love her drawings, which are starting to look more like real faces every day. I clap when she finishes singing her songs, even if she doesn't quite know what the words are and makes up her own. I dance with her when her favorite songs come up on the shows she watches. I tell her how fast she runs when she races around the tree in the front yard. And I tell her every day how proud of her I am.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Environmentally Friendly

The landfills will now have a little bit less waste because ... wait for it ... little Boogie is now officially potty trained (or potty taught, as it seems is the politically correct way to say it). Either way, she doesn't use diaper or pull-ups anymore! She's actually gone without them for a week and a half, but I was afraid to speak too soon for fear that I'd jinx it.

It's funny because she kind of just realized on her own that she was ready. We were doing pretty well during the day, reminding her every hour or so that she had to use the potty. One day, I decided to let her take her nap with just panties, and told her that I believed that she could hold it until she woke up. She did. But at night, I wasn't sure that she could make it 9 hours, so I still used pull-ups.

One night, as I went in to turn off her light and say our final goodnights, she told me that she was wearing panties. I checked and, sure enough, she was. I asked her what happened to her diaper and she said she took it off, threw it away and put on panties. I asked her if she was sure she could make it all night, and she said yes. She did.

And now she's the one who tells us when she has to go. Of course, sometimes it's a game, because she likes to flush the toilet. So I have to tell her that she doesn't need to go every 15 minutes. But I think I can handle a slightly higher water bill as long as I don't have to change her diapers. Especially now that I have another little one who goes through several diapers himself.

Just one more sign that my little girl is growing up (more on that in tomorrow's post).