Hey Cordie,
You cut your hair sometime this week. It was not that bad, just the front trimmed up to about chin length. Your hair is so messy and you usually tuck it behind your ear, so I really have no idea when it happened or how long I would've gone without noticing if I hadn't had to style it for pictures. As I was straightening the front, you casually commented: "Oh, I think that's where I cut my hair." And then you froze. And I froze. And you backtracked quickly with a: "I didn't. I didn't cut my hair. I didn't cut it."
I had to try very hard not to laugh. After the haircut Rachel gave herself, this was nothing. You finally admitted that you had done it, last Saturday, in the playroom. I'm not sure if that's the truth, since you don't really know what day it is most of the time, but I suppose it doesn't matter.
You are one funny kid, Beanie. You still have the most beautiful hair.
Love, Mommy
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
First Day of School
Dear Cordie,
Today is your first day of Junior Kindergarten. You were so excited for school earlier in the summer, but your excitement had petered off quite rapidly as the day got closer. All I heard this week was that you didn't want to go to JK anymore, you wanted to stay home. I had all my fingers crossed that you would change your mind.
You started at the new school up by our new house. I took you and Rachel in. You clung to my hand the whole time while we walked around looking for your classes and your teachers. We had to go to the office because you two weren't on the lists yet because of the boundary exemption. After finding Rachel's teacher, you and I left to go look for your group.
Your teacher was in the kindergarten pen, aka the JK/SK fenced in playground. There were a lot of kids there with their parents. We met your teacher and the ECE and then you and I sat and chatted while we waited. You kept repeating that you didn't want to go in. We talked about your teachers' names and how you could remember them. You giggled a bit. The bell went and you followed me over to the wall to stand with your class. You stood there, just fine, while the kids around you came and went. Some were crying, but not you.
Eventually, it was time to go inside. Your whole class went, but you refused to let go of my hand. I gave you a hug and you wouldn't let go. Eventually, your teacher took you and I was able to get you to let go of me. I watched through the window as you went in and found your cubby. You saw the other kids changing their shoes and looked a bit uncertain about whether you should go in or change your shoes. You ended up going for your shoes and I was so relieved that you were able to pull them out and put them on. Your teacher then took you into the classroom to find a seat. I saw you sit down and start working on a picture.
Cor, it was so hard seeing you go today. You looked so much like me, it was like watching myself go into school. So many times I wanted to grab you and take you home with me, spend one more day snuggling on the couch with my little bug. I'm so happy to see you growing up, but hate to see you scared.
I love you so much, Bean.
Love Mommy
Today is your first day of Junior Kindergarten. You were so excited for school earlier in the summer, but your excitement had petered off quite rapidly as the day got closer. All I heard this week was that you didn't want to go to JK anymore, you wanted to stay home. I had all my fingers crossed that you would change your mind.
You started at the new school up by our new house. I took you and Rachel in. You clung to my hand the whole time while we walked around looking for your classes and your teachers. We had to go to the office because you two weren't on the lists yet because of the boundary exemption. After finding Rachel's teacher, you and I left to go look for your group.
Your teacher was in the kindergarten pen, aka the JK/SK fenced in playground. There were a lot of kids there with their parents. We met your teacher and the ECE and then you and I sat and chatted while we waited. You kept repeating that you didn't want to go in. We talked about your teachers' names and how you could remember them. You giggled a bit. The bell went and you followed me over to the wall to stand with your class. You stood there, just fine, while the kids around you came and went. Some were crying, but not you.
Eventually, it was time to go inside. Your whole class went, but you refused to let go of my hand. I gave you a hug and you wouldn't let go. Eventually, your teacher took you and I was able to get you to let go of me. I watched through the window as you went in and found your cubby. You saw the other kids changing their shoes and looked a bit uncertain about whether you should go in or change your shoes. You ended up going for your shoes and I was so relieved that you were able to pull them out and put them on. Your teacher then took you into the classroom to find a seat. I saw you sit down and start working on a picture.
Cor, it was so hard seeing you go today. You looked so much like me, it was like watching myself go into school. So many times I wanted to grab you and take you home with me, spend one more day snuggling on the couch with my little bug. I'm so happy to see you growing up, but hate to see you scared.
I love you so much, Bean.
Love Mommy
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Ears Piered
Dear Cordelia,
You turned four this past weekend and for weeks leading up to your birthday, all that you said you wanted was your: "ears piered." Your BFF, Ava, has her ears pierced, which I suspect is where this sudden desire came from. I explained the procedure, that it would hurt, that you'd have to wear the same earrings for a long time (and not my peacock feather earrings), and you still said that you wanted them done. Wish granted, then!
The days were passing and you still insisted that this was what you wanted. We talked about it enough that eventually Rachel changed her mind and decided maybe she didn't want to wait until she was seven, maybe she did want it done now. Last Thursday night, she came downstairs after bedtime and tearfully told me that she did want to pierce her ears now as well. I had planned on taking you the next morning, but since Rachel was going to be in school, I waited.
Saturday, after your birthday party, I asked you if you wanted to go get them done. You said, NO. You weren't sure you wanted them done now. I panicked! NO! This was going to be your big gift! It was a long weekend and I had nothing else to wow you with when you turned four! ;) Then you changed your mind again and said yes, you did want them done, but not until you were four. I reminded you that you were turning four TOMORROW.
Monday, after your birthday, I mentioned it again. Again, you said maybe not. Maybe when you were five or six. Tuesday, after preschool, you were back on board. I made the appointment for Wednesday. You, Rachel and I headed over to Visage in the mall. The two of you spent a lot of time hemming and hawing over the earrings you would pick. You eventually settled on the November birthstone which was an orangey-yellow stone. Rachel chose pink flowers. Rachel went first. You skipped around, completely unfazed by any of it. Then it was your turn. You said no. They suggested you sit on my lap, which you accepted. Your shoulders were up past your ears and you were whining before they even cleaned your lobes. It took a lot of convincing, a lot of reassuring, a lot of glances at the gleefully pierced Rachel dancing around before you were convinced. They lined up the guns and you started crying. 1, 2, 3, done. You kept crying. Lip gloss was not going to pacify this distress.
I suggested ice cream, and your cries settled into wimpers. By the time you were licking your chocolate cone, the tears were dry and you were posing for pictures to send to Auntie Kristi and your cousins.
By the time we got home, you were crying again, complaining that they hurt. I gave you some Advil, let you watch cartoons and you were magically cured again. It took a lot of coaxing to get your ears cleaned at night, more promises from me and Rachel that it was not going to hurt, promises that you could have as much medicine as you needed for as long as you needed if it kept hurting.
Today, you woke up just fine. You went to preschool and practically threw yourself out of the van to show Ava and the other kids your new studs. You proudly told me after pick up that you had even twisted them all by yourself and it didn't hurt.
Cordie, I'm so glad you were brave enough to do this and that you are so happy now that you did it. I loved getting to celebrate what a big girl you are becoming.
Love, Mommy
You turned four this past weekend and for weeks leading up to your birthday, all that you said you wanted was your: "ears piered." Your BFF, Ava, has her ears pierced, which I suspect is where this sudden desire came from. I explained the procedure, that it would hurt, that you'd have to wear the same earrings for a long time (and not my peacock feather earrings), and you still said that you wanted them done. Wish granted, then!
The days were passing and you still insisted that this was what you wanted. We talked about it enough that eventually Rachel changed her mind and decided maybe she didn't want to wait until she was seven, maybe she did want it done now. Last Thursday night, she came downstairs after bedtime and tearfully told me that she did want to pierce her ears now as well. I had planned on taking you the next morning, but since Rachel was going to be in school, I waited.
Saturday, after your birthday party, I asked you if you wanted to go get them done. You said, NO. You weren't sure you wanted them done now. I panicked! NO! This was going to be your big gift! It was a long weekend and I had nothing else to wow you with when you turned four! ;) Then you changed your mind again and said yes, you did want them done, but not until you were four. I reminded you that you were turning four TOMORROW.
Monday, after your birthday, I mentioned it again. Again, you said maybe not. Maybe when you were five or six. Tuesday, after preschool, you were back on board. I made the appointment for Wednesday. You, Rachel and I headed over to Visage in the mall. The two of you spent a lot of time hemming and hawing over the earrings you would pick. You eventually settled on the November birthstone which was an orangey-yellow stone. Rachel chose pink flowers. Rachel went first. You skipped around, completely unfazed by any of it. Then it was your turn. You said no. They suggested you sit on my lap, which you accepted. Your shoulders were up past your ears and you were whining before they even cleaned your lobes. It took a lot of convincing, a lot of reassuring, a lot of glances at the gleefully pierced Rachel dancing around before you were convinced. They lined up the guns and you started crying. 1, 2, 3, done. You kept crying. Lip gloss was not going to pacify this distress.
I suggested ice cream, and your cries settled into wimpers. By the time you were licking your chocolate cone, the tears were dry and you were posing for pictures to send to Auntie Kristi and your cousins.
By the time we got home, you were crying again, complaining that they hurt. I gave you some Advil, let you watch cartoons and you were magically cured again. It took a lot of coaxing to get your ears cleaned at night, more promises from me and Rachel that it was not going to hurt, promises that you could have as much medicine as you needed for as long as you needed if it kept hurting.
Today, you woke up just fine. You went to preschool and practically threw yourself out of the van to show Ava and the other kids your new studs. You proudly told me after pick up that you had even twisted them all by yourself and it didn't hurt.
Cordie, I'm so glad you were brave enough to do this and that you are so happy now that you did it. I loved getting to celebrate what a big girl you are becoming.
Love, Mommy
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Thumbs
Dear Cordelia,
My mom assured me that once you turned three you would magically give up sucking your thumb. You are now closing in on four years old and still sucking strong. We have brought up the idea of stopping, but you have no interest at all. Some days, I think it is actually glued there on your tongue. I have warned you that on your fourth birthday you are done and we will not be allowing you to suck your thumb anymore. You give me dubious looks when I say this. I really don't want to have to, but I will get that gross-tasting stuff for your thumb if I have to.
The other day, you got a scratch on your right thumb (the one you suck). I happily allowed you to wear a Hello Kitty bandaid wrapped around it. You couldn't suck your thumb. Then you proudly announced that you could suck your OTHER thumb while that one heeled. You were so pleased. ;)
On Tuesday, I let you put nailpolish on. I told you that you were not allowed to put it on your thumbs because you suck them. You insisted and assured me that you would NOT suck your thumb if nailpolish were on it, that you absolutely had to paint your thumbs as well. With some hesitation, I let you do it. For whatever reason, this worked. You haven't sucked your thumb since! You're so proud of your orange and green nails, I think they will probably be painted for the next year as long as you keep them out of your mouth.
Love Mommy
My mom assured me that once you turned three you would magically give up sucking your thumb. You are now closing in on four years old and still sucking strong. We have brought up the idea of stopping, but you have no interest at all. Some days, I think it is actually glued there on your tongue. I have warned you that on your fourth birthday you are done and we will not be allowing you to suck your thumb anymore. You give me dubious looks when I say this. I really don't want to have to, but I will get that gross-tasting stuff for your thumb if I have to.
The other day, you got a scratch on your right thumb (the one you suck). I happily allowed you to wear a Hello Kitty bandaid wrapped around it. You couldn't suck your thumb. Then you proudly announced that you could suck your OTHER thumb while that one heeled. You were so pleased. ;)
On Tuesday, I let you put nailpolish on. I told you that you were not allowed to put it on your thumbs because you suck them. You insisted and assured me that you would NOT suck your thumb if nailpolish were on it, that you absolutely had to paint your thumbs as well. With some hesitation, I let you do it. For whatever reason, this worked. You haven't sucked your thumb since! You're so proud of your orange and green nails, I think they will probably be painted for the next year as long as you keep them out of your mouth.
Love Mommy
Moving
Dear Cordie,
We've been talking to you a lot lately about moving and building a new house and what that will be like so that you are excited for it and prepared when it happens. So far, you are taking it in stride. You did have a little concern last week (out of nowhere) about whether or not I'd allow you to get all new craft supplies for the new house. You and Rach seem to have to be reminded over and over that we're bringing everything with us.
Your bestest friend at school is still Ava. On Tuesday, you were very excited to show her your newly painted fingernails and then you told her that you're moving to a new house. I'm not quite sure how the conversation went since I wasn't there, but Ava went home quite distraught and told her mother (through sobs) that she no longer wanted to go to preschool because you were moving and wouldn't be there anymore. Her mom called Teacher Terry, who called me to ask when we were moving and why she was asking. I assured her that you were not moving anytime soon and that you would be at preschool right up until the end of the year. Poor Ava.
I love that you have a sweet friend who cares so much about you and I love imagining the little talks the two of you have. I wish we could take her with us when we move or at least that you're able to find more friends just like her.
Love Mommy
We've been talking to you a lot lately about moving and building a new house and what that will be like so that you are excited for it and prepared when it happens. So far, you are taking it in stride. You did have a little concern last week (out of nowhere) about whether or not I'd allow you to get all new craft supplies for the new house. You and Rach seem to have to be reminded over and over that we're bringing everything with us.
Your bestest friend at school is still Ava. On Tuesday, you were very excited to show her your newly painted fingernails and then you told her that you're moving to a new house. I'm not quite sure how the conversation went since I wasn't there, but Ava went home quite distraught and told her mother (through sobs) that she no longer wanted to go to preschool because you were moving and wouldn't be there anymore. Her mom called Teacher Terry, who called me to ask when we were moving and why she was asking. I assured her that you were not moving anytime soon and that you would be at preschool right up until the end of the year. Poor Ava.
I love that you have a sweet friend who cares so much about you and I love imagining the little talks the two of you have. I wish we could take her with us when we move or at least that you're able to find more friends just like her.
Love Mommy
Monday, November 14, 2011
You Right Now
I can't get enough of your little mouth and the way you talk. You're at that most adorable phase of saying the most bizarrely funny things like: "hey mom. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" which apparently I was not because your thoughts involved ladybugs.
When I ask you Why? You always start your sentence with: "oh, because..."
You have a lisp. It's very cute, but I wonder if I should see someone about it.
If someone says something and you didn't hear or don't know the answer you respond with: "what" only it's not said as a question or with any inflection almost like I had asked, 'name one of the five wh- words...'
Sumpin' is how you say something. Actually, you end most -ing words with -in' instead.
If you're mad at Rachel 99% of the time you'll accuse her of snatching something. Snatching is the worst offense imaginable, according to you.
I just love the things you say. You always make me laugh.
Love Mommy
When I ask you Why? You always start your sentence with: "oh, because..."
You have a lisp. It's very cute, but I wonder if I should see someone about it.
If someone says something and you didn't hear or don't know the answer you respond with: "what" only it's not said as a question or with any inflection almost like I had asked, 'name one of the five wh- words...'
Sumpin' is how you say something. Actually, you end most -ing words with -in' instead.
If you're mad at Rachel 99% of the time you'll accuse her of snatching something. Snatching is the worst offense imaginable, according to you.
I just love the things you say. You always make me laugh.
Love Mommy
Thursday, September 8, 2011
When I Grow Up...
Dear Cordie,
You are standing beside me right now (waaaay past your bedtime - you had a nap this afternoon) talking to Daddy about what you want to be when you grow up. You said that Rachie told you to be a Lady Bug Hunter, so that's what you're going to be. You're explaining how you are going to first get a jar and then catch the ladybugs and put them in the jar and put some holes so they can breath and then put in some grass and leaves and then they'll be happy! But no water oh because ladybugs don't float.
You learnt the last bit the hard way. We spent a week at a cottage this summer and your favourite thing to do at the beach was to collect ladybugs. Then you would play with them until they went to sleep and would 'fly away' as soon as you turned your back and I could dump out the dead bug. One lasted a whole 24 hours until you were convinced that it wanted to swim. It did not want to swim. Ladybugs don't float.
You also want to be a ladybug for Halloween this year. I'm on the hunt for the perfect costume.
Love you, Mommy
You are standing beside me right now (waaaay past your bedtime - you had a nap this afternoon) talking to Daddy about what you want to be when you grow up. You said that Rachie told you to be a Lady Bug Hunter, so that's what you're going to be. You're explaining how you are going to first get a jar and then catch the ladybugs and put them in the jar and put some holes so they can breath and then put in some grass and leaves and then they'll be happy! But no water oh because ladybugs don't float.
You learnt the last bit the hard way. We spent a week at a cottage this summer and your favourite thing to do at the beach was to collect ladybugs. Then you would play with them until they went to sleep and would 'fly away' as soon as you turned your back and I could dump out the dead bug. One lasted a whole 24 hours until you were convinced that it wanted to swim. It did not want to swim. Ladybugs don't float.
You also want to be a ladybug for Halloween this year. I'm on the hunt for the perfect costume.
Love you, Mommy
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