A video of our family at dinner would probably be appalling to most. No one seems to be able to sit in their chair the entire time, a spoon might fly across the table, chewing with mouths open, random gas being passed (thanks, Lauren). Let's not forget a drink being spilled, the need to show an adult the piece of meat that can't be chewed and swallowed...you get the picture.
Last night, typical scene. Lauren has taken to telling Erin she's a bad girl. Now of course, that's not nice, and we tell Lauren to stop, but Erin seems to be able to take care of this herself. She stands on her chair and starts yelling at Lauren, "I AM NOT A BAD GIRL! I'M A GOOD GIRL!" While this is common, last night she followed this with, "I'M #1!" complete with index finger sticking up in the air. Eric and I have always been weak with laughing when we should be holding it in and correcting someone, so we just lost it laughing...of course, the wrong thing to do to a 2 1/2 year old. She had an audience, and she was going to keep their attention...too funny.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
What is with my kids and tampons??
So last week, Erin told me she needed to go potty. Mind you, we're not really working on potty training -- she goes at school during potty time, and I'll put her on if she asks, but I'm not doing the "do you need to go potty?" every 5 min. When she does go #2, however, she does get 2 M&M's, which are her favorite thing on earth.
So she goes potty, and I say, "Good job, Erin! Now you get 2 M&M's!"
She says, excitedly, "I get a prize!"
We have never once talked prizes. I look at her and say, "No. You don't get a prize. You get 2 M&M's."
She hops off the potty, pants around her ankles, and runs down the hall to my room. She goes into my bathroom, opens the cabinet, pulls out a tampon and says, "I got my prize!" She then proceeds to spread her legs and place the tampon down there, looks at me and says, "I stick it in my bottom?"
"No, no!" I say. "That's not a prize. You don't stick it in your bottom."
She says to me, confidently, "When I'm a grown-up."
Note to self. Erin is too old to be in the bathroom with me.
So she goes potty, and I say, "Good job, Erin! Now you get 2 M&M's!"
She says, excitedly, "I get a prize!"
We have never once talked prizes. I look at her and say, "No. You don't get a prize. You get 2 M&M's."
She hops off the potty, pants around her ankles, and runs down the hall to my room. She goes into my bathroom, opens the cabinet, pulls out a tampon and says, "I got my prize!" She then proceeds to spread her legs and place the tampon down there, looks at me and says, "I stick it in my bottom?"
"No, no!" I say. "That's not a prize. You don't stick it in your bottom."
She says to me, confidently, "When I'm a grown-up."
Note to self. Erin is too old to be in the bathroom with me.
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