No Touching

Dear Cordie,

The words "No touching" are just not in your vocabulary right now. Daddy and I say it to you about 100 times a day and instead of any sort of compliance, all I see on your face is the twinkle in your eye of someone who has just been presented with a challenge. My laptop, my camera, my tea, the Blu-Ray player, your brother... I turn my back and you are on it like white on rice. A couple of weeks ago, I raced upstairs to see why you were so quiet only to find you with all of Kingsley's cathing supplies out. The catheter was all lubed up, you were naked and you told me, "I do my pee-pee-nis."  I held my breath and waited for you to add, "not" to the end of your sentence, but you didn't. I am not entirely sure what I missed, but I didn't find a cup of pee anywhere so I think I was safe. I had obviously told you not to touch Kingsley's stuff.

It's a never ending battle.

Luckily though, I find it very amusing that reverse psychology works incredibly well with you. If I tell you to take off your clothes or tell you not to put them on, I will find you dressed. If I tell you to not touch your dinner or tell you that it's for Rachel, it will get eaten. If I tell you that we are not going to brush teeth today, you can be found in the bathroom. Although in that case, there will likely be toothpaste all over the place.

Everyday is an adventure with you, Sweet Pea.

Love Mommy

You like meals not

Dear Cordie Bean,

Your talking has taken off again. You speak in big long sentences, and although we can't always understand the jumble of words you're saying, you usually get your point across.

My favourite thing that you say is when you try to make something negative. You haven't figured out where the word 'not' goes, so you just tack it on the end. Party 90's catch phrase, part Yoda. All day long I hear things like: "Kingsey is seeping, not,"  "I want to drink milk, not," "Rachel come to, not," and my favourite, "Hold me, not." 

You've started mastering names a bit more as well. Kingsley has gone from Kiki, to Kinky, to King-gee, to Kingsey. Rachel has gone from Chay-cheh, to Way-cheh, to Way-chee or Way-cho.  You call yourself Co-dee now, which is like how Rachel used to call you Co-deyah. People used to always say that your siblings would determine your nickname, and I guess that's true because Rachel calls you Cor or Cordie and that's what you now call yourself.

Another quirky phase you're going through is the grazing phase. You refuse to eat meals and instead are constantly in the fridge or cupboards sneaking food. All. Day. Long. It makes me crazy. When no one is looking, you steal the container of Craisins or a box of crackers or an apple. I find bits of food in your playroom, on the couch, left on the front hall floor... crazy making. You just ran in the room right now with an apple that you've pilfered from the fridge. You didn't eat your cereal for breakfast and are probably hungry. I can resist you, not.

Love Mommy.

Halloween

Dear My Bug,

This was your third Halloween. Your first Halloween, you dressed up as a bug. That's where you got your nickname from. We called you little bug and for some reason it stuck. The second year, you were a unicorn. Both of these where hand-me-down costumes from your sister that Kamille also wore between.

This year, you were a witch. It's the first time you got a brand new costume all for you. You were beyond adorable! We started off calling you a Halloween Princess because when we told you that you were going to be a witch, you were less than thrilled. For our first Halloween party at the Church, your costume wasn't ready yet, so we put you in Kingsley's monkey costume. You fought it. In the end, you wore it and just sat with Daddy eating Timbits the whole party.

By some miracle, on the day of Malloween'ing, you happily put on your new witch costume. You had a hat that you loved. The skirt was a favorite of Rachel's, so of course you had to like it as well. I put green eyeshadow on you and you just did your shy smile with your lips pressed together, staring at yourself in the mirror for ages. 

It took only a few stores during Malloweening for you to figure out that if you held your bag open, they put candy in it. You were thrilled, to say the least.

The next night, Halloween, you again put on your costume happily and were geared up and ready to GO! It was just above freezing, so we stuffed sweaters and layers under you and you didn't care in the slightest. I had to stop back at home to get mitts and hats for you and Rachel, but you didn't seem to notice how freezing it was. You would've gone all night, dragging along your treat bag until it was all torn up with little holes. There aren't a lot of kids on our street, so the neighbours all dumped handfuls of candy and chips into the bags of the sweet little witch and angel.  I think you would've stayed out all night.

I absolutely love that you are getting old enough to appreciate Holidays and special days. I love watching you experience new things.

Love Mommy