'Hello Kitty' with a heart necklace(Mommy drew the kitty's face and bow)
December 2, 2009 - 4.25 years old
Wednesday, December 2
Tuesday, December 1
Treasures
I was putting clothes away the other day and I looked up at the shelf in Stephanie's closet and found these. . .
Here is the underwear/sock drawer. Obviously, this is where tiny treasures go so they don't get lost.
A closer look. . .
Those are empty soda bottles. This little obsession started at Hayden's football games when I would give her an empty bottle and let her add her little treasures to it. You know - things like flowers and leaves and whatever else the kid found on the ground.
Last I knew, there were only 2 bottles up there. And I warned her not to be climbing the shelves to get to that top shelf because if she pulls it out of the wall, I will be very, very, very, very annoyed.
There are now 8 bottles. I have no idea where the others came from. I'm guessing she dug them out of the trash.
Here is the underwear/sock drawer. Obviously, this is where tiny treasures go so they don't get lost.
A closer look. . . What? You don't save strings from your raggedy duck blankie?!?! Or a tiny little ornament thing you found on the floor of some store somewhere underneath the display shelves? Or a suncatcher cat? Or tiny little beads? Or dryer sheets?
Well.
You seriously need to re-examine your priorities!
Staying Warm
Stephanie advised me this fall that she HATES her green jacket. She even tried to trade Meredith for her purple jacket.
John & I went out for Black Friday this year. One of the items Walmart had for sale was their 4-in-1 jackets for $15 (all sizes - even adults! I've tried on the women's version before and the problem is: when I have both jackets on - the sleeves are too tight and it makes me feel like I'm trapped.)
I thought about getting all the kids one since Hayden's and Meredith's jackets have already been in use for 3 years each and are getting very worn and torn up.
But they only had a limited selection of sizes in girls so we just got Stephanie one.
Sorry for the uncombed hair and the pajamas.
That's her 'posing' face, apparently. She was trying to stick her bottom lip out but she kept giggling.
Trust me - she likes it. She giggled and thanked me for it over and over when I first gave it to her. And then wore it inside the house for about 45 minutes until she was finally too hot.
The inside is pink fleece and very soft - it's also reversable and can be worn separately from the outer layer. The outside is brown but has enough pink on it to satisfy her.
Wednesday, November 18
Quotes
Have you ever read the quotes I have on the side of this blog? They make me think of Stephanie.
You all thought I was just being funny with those, didn't you?
I do like this next one best though. . .
"I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." — Marilyn Monroe
Romans 7:18b
For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.
You all thought I was just being funny with those, didn't you?
I do like this next one best though. . .
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." — Dr. Seuss
Should Have Named Her "Herman"
S I G H
Oh, my Sweet Girl.
I seriously need to have a talk with your older brother and sister because they so did not prepare me for you.
You're so clever and sweet and smart, but, girl, come on.
So, Monday, I was upstairs with the little ones. Stephanie went to the bathroom and came back and said, the wind blew the door shut.
I said, "What? The window isn't open. It's cold out." and then forgot about it thinking she was in her pretend play mode.
Later I went into the bathroom and it was COLD in there. The window was open. It's an old window and I don't know how to explain it - it's like deep set into the wall so there's kind of like a shelf there. And it opens downward and basically rests on the shelf.
And it was shattered.
It's still in the pane but it's broke all to heck. She had climbed on the sink, unlocked it, and then must have dropped it open. Which probably would have been okay except there was something lying on the shelf and the glass part landed on that and just destroyed the window.
She felt really bad when I told her it was broken. She had no idea she had broken it. She felt even worse when I told her I was going to take the money out of her piggy bank for it. She just started crying like the world was ending (she's a miser in training). Finally, I had to tell her I wouldn't really take her money but she needs to just leave some things alone.
I'm just so in shock or something. Just in case you're wondering - this makes the 5th broken glass in about a month for us. First some idiot broke into the delivery truck and smashed both side windows and a mirror. Then last week some drunk idiot got thrown out of the bar next door and smashed our big (over 5'x6') store window. And now this.
This one, unfortunately, is just going to get cardboarded, taped up, and covered up until a later date. It was a piece of crap window and when I replace it, I'd like to get one that doesn't leak so much cold air in the winter! It's also a north-facing window so it was going to be covered up soon anyway to keep the drafts out.
But still, Baby, I'm counting the days until you start school - you clearly need more stimulation than I can give you.
Somewhere, up there, (my) Grandpa Koehler is laughing his @$$ off. I think I can even hear him.
Oh, my Sweet Girl.
I seriously need to have a talk with your older brother and sister because they so did not prepare me for you.
You're so clever and sweet and smart, but, girl, come on.
So, Monday, I was upstairs with the little ones. Stephanie went to the bathroom and came back and said, the wind blew the door shut.
I said, "What? The window isn't open. It's cold out." and then forgot about it thinking she was in her pretend play mode.
Later I went into the bathroom and it was COLD in there. The window was open. It's an old window and I don't know how to explain it - it's like deep set into the wall so there's kind of like a shelf there. And it opens downward and basically rests on the shelf.
And it was shattered.
It's still in the pane but it's broke all to heck. She had climbed on the sink, unlocked it, and then must have dropped it open. Which probably would have been okay except there was something lying on the shelf and the glass part landed on that and just destroyed the window.
She felt really bad when I told her it was broken. She had no idea she had broken it. She felt even worse when I told her I was going to take the money out of her piggy bank for it. She just started crying like the world was ending (she's a miser in training). Finally, I had to tell her I wouldn't really take her money but she needs to just leave some things alone.
I'm just so in shock or something. Just in case you're wondering - this makes the 5th broken glass in about a month for us. First some idiot broke into the delivery truck and smashed both side windows and a mirror. Then last week some drunk idiot got thrown out of the bar next door and smashed our big (over 5'x6') store window. And now this.
This one, unfortunately, is just going to get cardboarded, taped up, and covered up until a later date. It was a piece of crap window and when I replace it, I'd like to get one that doesn't leak so much cold air in the winter! It's also a north-facing window so it was going to be covered up soon anyway to keep the drafts out.
But still, Baby, I'm counting the days until you start school - you clearly need more stimulation than I can give you.
Somewhere, up there, (my) Grandpa Koehler is laughing his @$$ off. I think I can even hear him.
Thursday, November 5
Headache
My little Stephie's forehead has been hurting her for a few days now. That means she has a headache. I called the doctor and they're not worrying about headaches, they said watch her breathing and if that gets labored, bring her in or take her straight to the emergency room.
Luckily, none of the kids have any problems breathing.
Anyway, I know she didn't feel good Monday night because she sat right beside me on the couch and fell asleep on my shoulder. So I put her to bed in her clothes.
At midnight she woke up crying - she was upset because the light was left on in the living room but nobody was in there. So I turned it off and she was fine.
At 5am, she came in my room all upset because she couldn't find her pajamas. I put her back into bed and told her she didn't need them this one night. I didn't even realize she had taken her other clothes off until I was covering her up so I just put two blankets on her. (Hey, I was tired - I'd been sick all day too and I don't like 5am!)
When she got up in the real morning, I gave her some more Tylenol but, otherwise, she seemed to be back to her usual self.
Luckily, none of the kids have any problems breathing.
Anyway, I know she didn't feel good Monday night because she sat right beside me on the couch and fell asleep on my shoulder. So I put her to bed in her clothes.
At midnight she woke up crying - she was upset because the light was left on in the living room but nobody was in there. So I turned it off and she was fine.
At 5am, she came in my room all upset because she couldn't find her pajamas. I put her back into bed and told her she didn't need them this one night. I didn't even realize she had taken her other clothes off until I was covering her up so I just put two blankets on her. (Hey, I was tired - I'd been sick all day too and I don't like 5am!)
When she got up in the real morning, I gave her some more Tylenol but, otherwise, she seemed to be back to her usual self.
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