I asked my daughters what superpower they would want if they could only have one. Their answers were anything but typical.
Kathleen wants the power to move stars around to make new constellations and real shooting stars (not just those silly meteor knock offs). She would be called “Star Mover.”
Lucy wants the power to make rainbows in any shape or size come out of her hands. She would be called “Rainbow Girl.”
I think the world might be a better place if it were run by little girls.
Kathleen is a bit sick today, so she has been huddling in her bath robe, under covers on the couch watching movies. This evening, about ten minutes into Frozen, she closed her eyes.
“Are you going to sleep Kathleen?” I asked.
“Be quiet,” she responded, “I am taking a nap.”
“Well, you know that bath time is in just a few minutes.” I replied, “Maybe we should get you into bath and on to bed early.”
“But the movie isn’t over,” She replied. She was now wide awake and clearly put off at my blasphemous suggestion that we might turn off Frozen.
Undeterred, I continued my line of reasoning. “But, Kathleen, you are sick, and you were just trying to take a nap.”
Kathleen took a moment, then responded: “Talk to the butt!” She promptly rolled over and stuck out her derriere.
As Lucy, mommy, and I broke into a broad belly laughs, I had to accept that I had been defeated. We are now watching the end of Frozen.
On the way home from the store, Kathleen (6yo) spouted off every ten seconds or so about how she was progressing in her video game. With thumbs flailing, little beeps and boops sounding, she announced: “I got an extra point!” and “Wow, I made it to level 26!” and “I can’t believe it, I am about to beat the dragon!” After having to listen to Kathleen relate her triumphs all the way home, Lucy (4yo) demanded first to be able to watch Kathleen play, then to have her own turn. Inevitably, this ended with Kathleen ignoring Lucy, Lucy breaking into a full blown temper tantrum, and Jennifer and I trying to convince Kathleen that she had played enough levels and needed to share.
This was all quite normal except for the fact that there was no game and there were no levels. There wasn’t even a real “screen” on which Lucy could have watched Kathleen play. Kathleen was using a toy, plastic Disney phone that made random sounds when you push the dialing buttons. Unfortunately, none of this served to limit the sibling rivalry which Jennifer and I will have to endure for years to come.
Cleaning the house in anticipation of my girls coming home from Spring Break with the grandparents. I open the recycle bin (which has been sitting untouched since before they left) to find a dried tortilla in with the plastic bottles. Lucy just turned four, but she hasn’t quite mastered the concept of recycling yet.
Can’t wait for my girls to get home!
There is a stomach virus moving through my family today. Lucy (3yo) got sick at 4AM, Jenn stayed home with her. Kathleen (6yo) was sick enough by mid-morning that the nurse called to get her picked up from school. When I arrived home, all my girls were cuddled up under a blanket on the couch.
I asked Jennifer what we should do for dinner. Kathleen immediately perked up: “We should get PIZZA!”
Conversation with Kathleen (6yo) tonight:
Me: Mommy will be back on Monday!
Kathleen: So, tomorrow, for lunch, we will go to that place with the chocolate pancakes?
Me: Go to IHOP without Mommy?
Kathleen: Yes.
Me: She would kill us … I am up for it though.
Lucy (3yo) is a creature of routine. This morning I dropped her late at daycare. Her class was already at recess. As I hugged her goodbye, Lucy looked around a bit confused, said: “I love you. Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” then ran off to play with her friends.
