Now She is Six

Inez is six. On her actual birthday, she had some sort of stomach flu. She threw up at school during her class’ Christmas party and got sent home. Her birthday party was postponed and she napped all afternoon. When she woke up we had a little family party for her and luckily, all the sad emotions from earlier in the day were easily forgotten.

The Birthday Clown (a tradition from my family) brought Gwen a hat. It was a $2 clearance hat from TJ Maxx that she wore the whole time we were shopping there a few days previous to Inez’s birthday. I tricked Gwen into thinking we weren’t going to buy the hat and that we had to put it back, but I actually bought it on the sly. She was pretty excited when she opened it, as you can see.

My Dad sent a copy of the poem Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne to Inez. She was so excited to turn six that she memorized it.
Personally, I love the ending:

But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

It’s not that I want her to stay six forever, but if she only could stop growing up so fast, that would be great.

already?!

Inez has a loose tooth (and a dirty face and crusty boogers).
Can this really be happening so soon?
She’s only 5 years, 5 months and 5 days old (tomorrow).
She keeps calling it her “broken tooth” and doesn’t touch or wiggle it at all.
At this rate, the tooth fairy won’t have to come for a few months.

Why does she insist on growing up?

swoggle me eyes

Inez: (watching Peter Pan) Dad, why does Captain Hook say “swoggle me eyes?”

Dave: I think it’s just the way pirates talk. I don’t know what it means though.

Inez: Yeah. Me neither.

(thinking)

Inez: I think it means “what the heck.”

questions & answers

Inez: why do you have to wait until you’re eight to get baptized? Why can’t you get baptized when you are one?

Dave: Well, I guess it’s because you don’t really understand what baptism is when you are one—you just don’t know enough yet.

Inez: Dad, I know about everything! …except tarantulas.

Dave: Really? How do you know everything? Where did you learn it all?

Inez: Dad! Swimming lessons! Preschool!

Dave: Right. Right.

Inez: Dad, do tarantulas have little hands at the end of their legs?

Dave: …

turning four

Our little girl turned four years old and Dave and I can hardly believe it. She had a pink party with a few friends.

Making a wish, which she does in a whisper into her hands



The four-year-old attitude

Gwen just observed the whole event

(thanks for taking pictures Brooke!)

remember halloween?

Okay Mom, here you are. Only three weeks after Halloween, I’m finally posting the pictures of the girls in their costumes. I thought I should post about it before Thanksgiving comes and goes.

So Inez was a witch. A nice witch though and she was always careful that everyone knew that. I mean, it was pink and black. How could a mean witch wear pink?

Inez tried her best to keep Gwen on the step so that I could get a picture of the two of them.

She is going, going…

gone. No one can hold back our little punkin. Or put our baby in a corner.

Here’s our walk with eleven jack-o-lanterns (I carved the last two that afternoon). This is what it looked like through a mask or if you were running up to the door.

Inez with her loot.

Beyond excitement over a hard strawberry candy with some sort of juicy filling. I don’t get it.

Our evening consisted of attending our ward’s trunk-or-treat, and then driving down for a quick visit with the in-laws. On our way home we decided to hit a row of houses because I wanted her to experience going door to door (very different than going trunk to trunk). It was fun, but cold. At one house she was upset when she came back to me at the end of the driveway because some man said she was going to “freeze to death” and she didn’t want to die. If you know our girl, you know that she is very dramatic and takes things literally. The other day when it was taking her FOR.EVER. to form a sentence I told her to just “spit it out.” Disaster. Any progress in our conversation became completely unraveled.

Back to Halloween. She was so upset at the thought of death from freezing, that I went back to the door and let that old man have a piece of my mind. It went something kind of like this:

Me: Hey old man! Why don’t you just hand the candy out to the kids and hold back on your suttle criticism about my parenting!? So what if my child is without a jacket on Halloween? What’s the point of wearing a jacket if it just covers up your costume?

OldMan: Um, did you grow up in a warm climate?

Me: Yes, California.

OldMan: Well why don’t you just go back! We don’t need you snotty Californians here clogging up our highways and driving the housing prices up! In fact, why don’t you just go trick-or-treating back in California? Leave your jackets here in Utah and don’t let the state line hit you on your way out!

Me: Oooooh!!!! Reeses peanut butter cups! Can I have one?

And scene.

Okay, so maybe some of that didn’t happen. But I think I should be a writer for a soap opera, don’t you? Maybe I can even get a job since the writers are on strike. That is still happening, right? Please end soon, for our sakes, because 30 Rock must go on.

I guess in the meantime I won’t quit my day job which consists of bundling up my children in the 30 degree weather (to avoid more loaded remarks made by the elderly) and making Christmas skirts for them (my children, not the elderly).

It doesn’t pay great (my day job or the elderly I suspect). Well it doesn’t pay at all, but there are always perks like eating Reeses peanut butter cups from their Halloween stash (my children, not the elderly).

rumbly feet and black eyes

So today Inez and I snuggled under the covers in my bed and we read through The Friend magazine (I always feel like I’m being a really good mom when we read from it). We started talking about the Holy Ghost when she suddenly remembered to tell me, “Earlier when I was watching tv, there was a rumbling in my feet and it was the Holy Ghost.” She was SO excited.

Then later she was “playing” the piano and from upstairs I heard her call me twice. She didn’t hear me yell back that I’d be right there because then I heard her call out, “Heavenly Father!” After another pause she yelled, “God!” When I came back downstairs she said, “I’m waiting for Heavenly Father” as she held a few heavy piano books in place so that they wouldn’t fall. We had a discussion earlier about saying Heavenly Father instead of God because it is more reverent. In her moment of need, she decided to go against what she had just been taught. But it was funny.

Later I found her looking at an old Halloween issue of a Martha Stewart Kids magazine.

She pulled this little subscription card out and excitedly yelled, “Mom! I found an email for you!”

Probably one of the funniest things that she does right now is that upon entering whatever room I’m in she proudly announces, “Mom, I didn’t hide anything,” or “I didn’t squish Gwen” or “I didn’t (fill in the blank with whatever she did do)”. I’m glad I can have a sense of humor about some of the stuff that she does or she might end up with a black eye (okay, not really but I need a segue here).

Speaking of black eyes…

This little girl (who also enjoys w.w. smoothies) fell last week when I wasn’t looking.

I think she fell from her favorite little chair onto a toy to get this shiner. It swelled and bruised immediately. Let me just say that it is not easy to hold an ice pack on a toddler’s face. Even if it’s a kitty cat ice pack.

(Here’s a little snot for good measure)
I’m not surprised that she fell because I am constantly catching her pulling stunts like this.

In fact the very next day after getting her black eye, she fell again and slightly bruised her other eye and the top of her nose.

I’m sure the neighbors can hear her when she goes from zero to red-in-the-face in one second, throws her head back and wails.

But don’t worry about me. If someone calls child services for the crying and black eyes, they’ll only find us snuggled up, reading The Friend.

get your cat in the game

Can anyone explain High School Musical to me? The kids today—they eat it up. They love it. I’ve watched 20 minutes of it and I’ll admit that it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. By that I mean that during those 20 minutes I didn’t develop an overwhelming desire to end Zac Ephron’s life.

No, it wasn’t bad. Well, it wasn’t terrible. The songs were catchy and the acting was ok. It was just so… earnest. And theatrical.

I’m from the Nirvana generation. When I was a kid, we mocked earnest, theatrical things. We made sarcastic remarks about them. Apparently, today’s kids delight in earnest, theatrical things. Millions of times. And then buy their earnest, theatrical merchandise. What happened?

Kurt Cobain would be so tormented about this.

In case you’re interested, here’s the original song that Nezzie’s singing in the video:

balloons

monday morning movie