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
Thursday, May 24, 2012
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
Monday, June 13, 2011
Firsts
Dear Cordelia,
Turning three seems to be the time when babyhood ends for good and yet for you there have been so many firsts in the past few months, it's like babyhood all over again! You have reminded me yet again what a brave, confident little girl you really are.
First, you had your first trip to the eye doctor. Rachel had gone before, but did not remember it so the two of you were quite nervous and not sure what to expect. Your eye doctor was very nice and you immediately warmed up to him. Rachel went first, but you and I were in the room watching. When it was your turn in the chair, you were hesitant but began responding and doing what he asked in no time. Your vision is perfect.
Next up was the dentist. Rachel doesn't mind the dentist, so you were less apprehensive about this one. You do know Dr. Vern, but of course you are shy. When we got there, Rachel went first again and you surprised me by hopping up in the chair right away and opening your mouth. You had a full cleaning and polishing! Afterward, Vern gave you a lot of toothbrushes and stickers. Perfect teeth!
Third, you had to go have your three year check up with the doctor. This was an appointment that you and I attended on your own, so you didn't have your sister to show you that there was nothing to be afraid of. There were no needles, nothing to be scared of. You bravely sat on my lap while Dr. Hyndman looked you over and declared that you are healthy and well.
About a week after all of these appointments you told me that you were sick and had to go see the doctor in the hospital like Kingsley. Kingsley goes to a lot of doctor appointments, and up until now you had no reason to be jealous of that fact. Now, however, you see the doctors as somewhere that you get a lot of attention, praise and stickers. You are all over that.
Today was the latest in your list of firsts. At three years, three weeks old, you had your first hair cut. Finally! You didn't have any fear of this one. I told you it wasn't going to hurt and you believed me. You even told me that we could just get Daddy's clippers and buzz your hair. Um. No. Just a little bit? No. Just on top? No. I am going to hide the clippers because I'm not sure where that idea came from, but I wouldn't put it past you to try it out.
You watched Kingsley get his haircut (his third) and then sat up in the big chair to get yours done. The stylist trimmed off the dry baby hair in the back and evened out the length. It looks very sweet, just like you.
Turning three seems to be the time when babyhood ends for good and yet for you there have been so many firsts in the past few months, it's like babyhood all over again! You have reminded me yet again what a brave, confident little girl you really are.
First, you had your first trip to the eye doctor. Rachel had gone before, but did not remember it so the two of you were quite nervous and not sure what to expect. Your eye doctor was very nice and you immediately warmed up to him. Rachel went first, but you and I were in the room watching. When it was your turn in the chair, you were hesitant but began responding and doing what he asked in no time. Your vision is perfect.
Next up was the dentist. Rachel doesn't mind the dentist, so you were less apprehensive about this one. You do know Dr. Vern, but of course you are shy. When we got there, Rachel went first again and you surprised me by hopping up in the chair right away and opening your mouth. You had a full cleaning and polishing! Afterward, Vern gave you a lot of toothbrushes and stickers. Perfect teeth!
Waiting for your cleaning to begin.
Helping out the hygenist doing the flouride.
Holding the sucking thing.
Cheese! Look, Ma! No Cavitites!
Third, you had to go have your three year check up with the doctor. This was an appointment that you and I attended on your own, so you didn't have your sister to show you that there was nothing to be afraid of. There were no needles, nothing to be scared of. You bravely sat on my lap while Dr. Hyndman looked you over and declared that you are healthy and well.
About a week after all of these appointments you told me that you were sick and had to go see the doctor in the hospital like Kingsley. Kingsley goes to a lot of doctor appointments, and up until now you had no reason to be jealous of that fact. Now, however, you see the doctors as somewhere that you get a lot of attention, praise and stickers. You are all over that.
Today was the latest in your list of firsts. At three years, three weeks old, you had your first hair cut. Finally! You didn't have any fear of this one. I told you it wasn't going to hurt and you believed me. You even told me that we could just get Daddy's clippers and buzz your hair. Um. No. Just a little bit? No. Just on top? No. I am going to hide the clippers because I'm not sure where that idea came from, but I wouldn't put it past you to try it out.
You watched Kingsley get his haircut (his third) and then sat up in the big chair to get yours done. The stylist trimmed off the dry baby hair in the back and evened out the length. It looks very sweet, just like you.
Before - total bed head!
All wet and ready for your trim!
Getting a feel for what was there.
Snip, snip! All done and even. Beautiful!
Love Mommy
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Trouble
Dear Cordelia,
Oh, my Cordie. What on earth am I going to do with you? I was ready to sell you to gypsies yesterday.
For starters, your main method of communication right now is screaming and whining, with a side of crying. You want to do things your way and your way only. You and I butt heads countless times in a day.
We somehow survived getting ready for school without too much blowout, only to get in the van and realize that you had played with the lights and left the trunk light on and killed the battery. When I finally got that resolved (thanks to a rescue from Nana and Grandpa), I was sitting at the kitchen table and realized that you had taken a bingo dabber to the white carpet in the computer room.
When I picked you up from school, you were on a fast track to chaos. You yelled, screamed, argued, smacked a glass of milk out of my hand, pulled Rachel's hair, you screamed and woke Kingsley up from his nap, broke your doorknob cover when I tried to put you in your room... it went on and on and on. I finally dragged you guys out to the mall to get out of the house and give Kingsley some time to practice wheeling around. You ran around like you'd never been let out of your house before. It was a bit of a disaster.
This morning, you woke up with the biggest smile and bounced out of your bed to go see Kinglsey and smother him with kisses. And all of yesterday was a distant memory. It amazes me how you are sugar and spice, so blended together. One minute I want to lock you in your room, the next minute I want to be in there with you. I love you so much, Cordelia. I hope we survive this phase. ;)
Love Mommy
Oh, my Cordie. What on earth am I going to do with you? I was ready to sell you to gypsies yesterday.
For starters, your main method of communication right now is screaming and whining, with a side of crying. You want to do things your way and your way only. You and I butt heads countless times in a day.
We somehow survived getting ready for school without too much blowout, only to get in the van and realize that you had played with the lights and left the trunk light on and killed the battery. When I finally got that resolved (thanks to a rescue from Nana and Grandpa), I was sitting at the kitchen table and realized that you had taken a bingo dabber to the white carpet in the computer room.
When I picked you up from school, you were on a fast track to chaos. You yelled, screamed, argued, smacked a glass of milk out of my hand, pulled Rachel's hair, you screamed and woke Kingsley up from his nap, broke your doorknob cover when I tried to put you in your room... it went on and on and on. I finally dragged you guys out to the mall to get out of the house and give Kingsley some time to practice wheeling around. You ran around like you'd never been let out of your house before. It was a bit of a disaster.
This morning, you woke up with the biggest smile and bounced out of your bed to go see Kinglsey and smother him with kisses. And all of yesterday was a distant memory. It amazes me how you are sugar and spice, so blended together. One minute I want to lock you in your room, the next minute I want to be in there with you. I love you so much, Cordelia. I hope we survive this phase. ;)
Love Mommy
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