The Littlest Things has moved to a new address:
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Same town, different house. Please take note. Thanks!
Okay, now off to unpack and decorate!
1/27/2011
1/24/2011
Our New Pen Pal
Megan has a pen pal. I know, it seems almost archaic that people would still have pen pals. I started an exchange on my Mom board where the children could buddy up and have a pen pal to send correspondence to. Our kids are at an age where they love getting mail and meeting other kids.
We were paired with adorable Harper who lives in upstate New York. Megan had written (ok, dictated to me) a letter, after reviewing tons of photos of Harper online and seeing Harper's stash of Barbies, Megan wanted to send her a pic with all her Barbies. And she colored a few things for her too. It was all too cute! Before I sent the letter, she ran to the door to tell me good bye and told me, "Make sure you tell Hawper I love her, ok?"
Well, we received a letter this weekend in the mail and Megan was beyond thrilled. We had gone bowling and I finally checked the mail. It was way past her bedtime, but she was going to open that letter, she was so excited!
Just being goofy because she just loved it all.
We were paired with adorable Harper who lives in upstate New York. Megan had written (ok, dictated to me) a letter, after reviewing tons of photos of Harper online and seeing Harper's stash of Barbies, Megan wanted to send her a pic with all her Barbies. And she colored a few things for her too. It was all too cute! Before I sent the letter, she ran to the door to tell me good bye and told me, "Make sure you tell Hawper I love her, ok?"
Well, we received a letter this weekend in the mail and Megan was beyond thrilled. We had gone bowling and I finally checked the mail. It was way past her bedtime, but she was going to open that letter, she was so excited!
Just being goofy because she just loved it all.
1/22/2011
Bowling!
We were going stir crazy at home today. Megan had not been anywhere but school in 2 days and was doing laps through the kitchen/dining/living rooms. Two of the ladies from my Mom board and another friend from home all posted bowling statuses on Facebook and I knew it must be fate calling us to bowl.
Neither Jeff or I had been bowling in years, this was going to be fun! Megan was excited too after I told her we were going to roll balls to knock pins down. What almost-4 year old doesn't think that's cool?? From the moment we got there Megan was jumping up and down. She loved the bowling shoes too (they weren't bad at all)! She was the best cheerleader too! She kept yelling out GO MOMMY GO! GO DADDY GO!
Thank goodness they put bumpers up for Megan, otherwise she would have bowled many gutter balls. Would you believe she got a strike at one point?? I kid you not, her scrore was right up there with ours! Her ball traveled at a snail's pace every time and every time she knocked down pins! It was crazy!
Me = 87, Megan = 81, Jeff = 91. Baffling!
Neither Jeff or I had been bowling in years, this was going to be fun! Megan was excited too after I told her we were going to roll balls to knock pins down. What almost-4 year old doesn't think that's cool?? From the moment we got there Megan was jumping up and down. She loved the bowling shoes too (they weren't bad at all)! She was the best cheerleader too! She kept yelling out GO MOMMY GO! GO DADDY GO!
Thank goodness they put bumpers up for Megan, otherwise she would have bowled many gutter balls. Would you believe she got a strike at one point?? I kid you not, her scrore was right up there with ours! Her ball traveled at a snail's pace every time and every time she knocked down pins! It was crazy!
12/11/2010
The Little Drummer Girl
Megan loves music, instruments and pretending she's in a band. She frequently lines up buckets, boxes, her play drum and bowls upside down to make a drum set played with my wooden spoons. Well, tonight we went on a Holiday House Tour and one of the homes had a music room in their basement. When the homeowner graciously asked Megan if she wanted to play the drumset, she yelled "YEAH!" and ran right up. She took right to the drums, holding the sticks correctly and even adding a cymbal for effect. I think we're in trouble!
6/08/2010
The Mailbox
A few weeks ago, Jeff painted our mailbox burgundy to match our shutters. It had previously been a putrid shade of forest green that he had adamantly opposed to for years. Finally, he did something about it. He took the mailbox off the stand and upon finding out her mailbox was missing, Megan flipped out.
"Mommy!! Mommy!!! Where my mailbox go??? How will I get my letters?" We really need to cut back on the Blues Clues.
"Daddy is painting the mailbox so it's the same color as our door."
"What color he is painting it?"
How do you explain burgundy?? "Red."
So when the mailbox finally went back up, looking all spiffy, she was beaming! "Look at my beautiful new mailbox! We just got a letter??" I'm going to have to start sending her mail.
Every day she would stare out the window at her mailbox. She is very protective of it.
"No, Daddy! Be careful with the lawn mowmer! Don't touch my mailbox!"
"No bird! Don't touch my mailbox! Get off!"
"Oh no! Mommy!! Steve's dog is sniffing my mailbox!" I refrained from breaking the real news about the sniffing to her.
"It's going to rain? Mommy, the mailbox is going to get all wet!!"
I can't imagine what will happen when she buys her first car!
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So today we stopped by my friend's house.
"Where is Holly's mailbox? What color is it??" Oh boy. :)
"Mommy!! Mommy!!! Where my mailbox go??? How will I get my letters?" We really need to cut back on the Blues Clues.
"Daddy is painting the mailbox so it's the same color as our door."
"What color he is painting it?"
How do you explain burgundy?? "Red."
So when the mailbox finally went back up, looking all spiffy, she was beaming! "Look at my beautiful new mailbox! We just got a letter??" I'm going to have to start sending her mail.
Every day she would stare out the window at her mailbox. She is very protective of it.
"No, Daddy! Be careful with the lawn mowmer! Don't touch my mailbox!"
"No bird! Don't touch my mailbox! Get off!"
"Oh no! Mommy!! Steve's dog is sniffing my mailbox!" I refrained from breaking the real news about the sniffing to her.
"It's going to rain? Mommy, the mailbox is going to get all wet!!"
I can't imagine what will happen when she buys her first car!
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So today we stopped by my friend's house.
"Where is Holly's mailbox? What color is it??" Oh boy. :)
Curiosities
The past few weeks Megan has started asking questions about how things work around the house. Here are a few examples.
While watching me brush my teeth one day she asked, "Mommy, where does the water go?" I showed her the water goes down the drain. Then she asked, "Then where it goes?" I showed her the pipes under the sink. She then proceeded to study the pipes under the sink while repeating, "The water goes down the draim and down the pipe." Can you guess the next question? Yep! "Mommy, then where it goes?" I told here there were more pipes. She was amazed and told everyone she saw and talked to on the phone for the next few days about her new discovery.
Next was the potty. She had so "endearingly" filled the bowl with flushable wipes. (she likes to watch them "melt") And then flushed. Fortunately, I ran in just in time to turn off the water and prevent mass flooding. I had to explain to her that she cannot put too many wipes in there because they get stuck in the pipe and then the water can't go down the pipe. She looked at me wide-eyed. As if I just revealed to her one of the grand mysteries of life. "Ok, Mommy. I won't do it again." Lather, rinse, repeat with toilet paper about an hour later.
While sitting on the potty one day (where all grand ideas such as the flux capacitor are thought of), Megan looked up at the ceiling in the hallway and pointed to the air intake for our heating/air. "What's that? Is that a fan?" Someone please remind me I need to vacuum that vent cover, it's terribly dusty. I answer, "No, that is where the air goes when we breathe it out." She thought about that one a second. "Where do the air comes from?" This one she's familiar with, I reply "The air vents in the floor, remember?" Light bulb goes off, "Oh yeah!" And she giggles. But then she pondered this new found information for a bit. So I had to explain to her that the air comes up through the holes from the air conditioner downstairs, comes through the floor and goes up into the intake vent. Phew!
But wait, there's more. Yesterday in the car she asked, "Mommy, do all people's houses has a garage?" Odd question, but OK, I'll go with it. "No, not all houses have garages. Some do and some don't. And some have them next to the house." She was good with that for a few minutes. But then, "Do PopPop's house has a garage?" She knows the answer to this one! "I don't know, what do you think? Does he have a garage?" Another giggle, "Yes, that's where he puts his car!" Tricky, this one.
Today, on the way home from a most gorgeous day at the park she asked, "Mommy, how do peoples open the garage doors?" Oh boy, the garage doors again. (Really, shouldn't plumbing, heating/air and garage door openers be Jeff's department??? She couldn't have asked how Gap gets their clothes in the store or how the coffee maker makes coffee? I bet he'll get easy ones like "what does a moose say" or something ridiculously easy.) "Well, sweetie, some people use a remote control and some people pull them up with their hands." I knew what was coming next, "How do we open the garage door?" Again, she knows. lol "We use the button on our remote." Giggles. She thinks this is funny. (I do too, don't tell) "How does PopPop open his? And Grandma?" (Two different houses) "Both of them use a remote control and press the button." And then her curiosity was sated and she napped the rest of the way home.
I love this age. Just love it. I could answer questions like this all day long. I love to see the wheels turning in her head as things click. And I can't wait for the next curiosity to take form.
While watching me brush my teeth one day she asked, "Mommy, where does the water go?" I showed her the water goes down the drain. Then she asked, "Then where it goes?" I showed her the pipes under the sink. She then proceeded to study the pipes under the sink while repeating, "The water goes down the draim and down the pipe." Can you guess the next question? Yep! "Mommy, then where it goes?" I told here there were more pipes. She was amazed and told everyone she saw and talked to on the phone for the next few days about her new discovery.
Next was the potty. She had so "endearingly" filled the bowl with flushable wipes. (she likes to watch them "melt") And then flushed. Fortunately, I ran in just in time to turn off the water and prevent mass flooding. I had to explain to her that she cannot put too many wipes in there because they get stuck in the pipe and then the water can't go down the pipe. She looked at me wide-eyed. As if I just revealed to her one of the grand mysteries of life. "Ok, Mommy. I won't do it again." Lather, rinse, repeat with toilet paper about an hour later.
While sitting on the potty one day (where all grand ideas such as the flux capacitor are thought of), Megan looked up at the ceiling in the hallway and pointed to the air intake for our heating/air. "What's that? Is that a fan?" Someone please remind me I need to vacuum that vent cover, it's terribly dusty. I answer, "No, that is where the air goes when we breathe it out." She thought about that one a second. "Where do the air comes from?" This one she's familiar with, I reply "The air vents in the floor, remember?" Light bulb goes off, "Oh yeah!" And she giggles. But then she pondered this new found information for a bit. So I had to explain to her that the air comes up through the holes from the air conditioner downstairs, comes through the floor and goes up into the intake vent. Phew!
But wait, there's more. Yesterday in the car she asked, "Mommy, do all people's houses has a garage?" Odd question, but OK, I'll go with it. "No, not all houses have garages. Some do and some don't. And some have them next to the house." She was good with that for a few minutes. But then, "Do PopPop's house has a garage?" She knows the answer to this one! "I don't know, what do you think? Does he have a garage?" Another giggle, "Yes, that's where he puts his car!" Tricky, this one.
Today, on the way home from a most gorgeous day at the park she asked, "Mommy, how do peoples open the garage doors?" Oh boy, the garage doors again. (Really, shouldn't plumbing, heating/air and garage door openers be Jeff's department??? She couldn't have asked how Gap gets their clothes in the store or how the coffee maker makes coffee? I bet he'll get easy ones like "what does a moose say" or something ridiculously easy.) "Well, sweetie, some people use a remote control and some people pull them up with their hands." I knew what was coming next, "How do we open the garage door?" Again, she knows. lol "We use the button on our remote." Giggles. She thinks this is funny. (I do too, don't tell) "How does PopPop open his? And Grandma?" (Two different houses) "Both of them use a remote control and press the button." And then her curiosity was sated and she napped the rest of the way home.
I love this age. Just love it. I could answer questions like this all day long. I love to see the wheels turning in her head as things click. And I can't wait for the next curiosity to take form.
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