But Mom, We Can Do ANYTHING If We Try.....

Don't you hate when your child throws your words back at you?!

It has been a lazy, long weekend in our household. I'm still trying to take it easy after the procedure I had done on Wednesday. On Sunday, my daughter asks if we can sew. Well, sewing with a 6 year old is not always an easy task. I had figured our next sewing project would be a pillowcase for her bed. I have several character print fabrics and figured it would be easy and something useful.

I pull out several pieces of fabric and DD picks out a white background Pokemon fabric that has yellow Pikachu's and some other pink Pokemon on it. I figure great - and we'll use a different color fabric - pink - for the cuff of the case.

Well, I start to get everything ready. Get "her" machine out and set up, I iron the fabric. She says she does not want to make a pillowcase. She wants to make a Pikachu. (side note: We took a mother daughter class last year and made a teddy bear out of flannel - sort of shaped more like a gingerbread man cookie). I tell her I don't have any yellow fabric. She does not want yellow fabric, she wants to use the white, print fabric. I tell her it would be really hard to cut it and make it look like Pikachu and, without yellow fabric, it really would not look like Pikachu.

"But Mom, We Can Do ANYTHING If We Try...."

With a heavy sigh, I ask her to draw a photo of what Pikachu would look like.
I then proceeded to cut the fabric.
DD sewed it - with very little guidance from the momma. We then stuffed it - using a chopstick to help push the fiberfill in.

And here is the finished result......

It was a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Things a 6 year old says....

Dog is barking because pizza guy is at the door.

DH (to dog): "Do you know how loud you are?!"

DD (who is 6): "Kaboomy Loud"

I really should blog more....

But I find myself just doing my one sentence on Facebook regularly.
Maybe I feel I should "write" more here - make it like a story perhaps.
But maybe I should change my way of thought and just use this to get things out there.

Life is flying by. February is almost over.
Work is monotonous and I'm tired of it. (If only I had been born rich instead of Beautiful! -- okay, you can stop choking now).
Home situation is the same. Disabled hubby, growing daughter, and me totally out of it by the time evening comes along. I get myself thru the day, I work, get food, make sure bills are paid, make sure everything DD needs is done. Then when she goes to bed, I am usually ready to just go to bed. Its not that it is late - usually 8 pm. I know its part of the Depression. And it bothers me to be like this but I really don't want more medications. Then again, my iron level has been LOW -- they say it could be part of pre-menopause - oh thrill - NOT! Could it just be the iron level? I don't know.

I'm going to try to blog more often. even if it is just my one line from facebook.

Bread and Milk

It's a New England joke. Or at least a Rhode Island one.
If snow is coming, everyone rushes to the grocery store for Bread and Milk. All because of one Blizzard in 1978. So as a storm approaches, the last place you want to be is a place that sells Bread and Milk because all of RI is in there!!

And why is it -- Everytime there is a storm approaching RI, I am out of bread or milk or both!!! So what do I have to do? Go buy Bread and Milk.
And everyone thinks I'm doing it because of "the storm that's a-coming" when in fact, I'm out of one or both items and my daughter requires a PB and J sandwich at least once a day or she'll just melt or explode or something!!!!

Anyway, for those that saw me in a store - buying BREAD and MILK -- I was REALLY OUT of those foods!!!

:)

Another Year Older but 4" Taller....

DD had her annual physical today.
Her birthday is in October but for some reason, we are now into having the physical in December (you know, health care plan rules - it must be 366 from the last annual so it keeps getting bumped).
Last year - between the ages of 4 and 5, she grew 4".
Since our last physical and now - where we are 6 years old and 2 months - we have grown 3 3/4" -- just shy of 4".
She is 51 3/4" tall.
The average size of a girl who is 8 years old and 2 months.

It is a fact that maternal grandfather was over 6 feet tall. But my mother was 5 feet, 3/4" tall.
It is a fact that DH (who is 6 feet) has a paternal aunt that, if asked her height, replies "I'm 5 feet, 13 1/2" tall".
So I should not be overly surprised.

Looks like DD has picked up the tall genes.
And the good news is she is healthy in all other ways right now.... knock on wood!!!!

Anyone know of a kindergarten basketball league so we can start working on that athletic scholarship??

Christmas Spirit is Alive and Well

Yesterday, we went to a local attraction (Edaville Railroad in Carver, Ma). DH, DD a friend of DD and her father also joined us to experience the lights and train ride. It was a rather chilly evening.

The girls (both 6) were SO excited when we got there. On the train ride, every different light display resulted in a "OH LOOK OVER HERE" and an "AWESOME".

My DD wanted a specific souvenir we had seen many children with. A multi color light up "sword". I didn't see them in the gift shop or anyway. I was standing with my DD alone and I stopped a man who had a young girl that was carrying the sword. I asked where he got it and how much it was. My fear was it was only available as part of the carnival games we saw around. He said there are vendors walking around - which I hadn't noticed - and it is $5. He asked if I only had the one girl. I said we have a friend with us too. He said if I couldn't find a vendor, if you go into the gift shop and ask at the counter, they do have them. I thanked him for the information and went back to talking to my DD - because I thought $5 was a bit much and I really *should* get two - one for our friend too. DD really wanted it and was trying to tell me what she could go without in order to get one.

Before DD and I could leave the spot we were standing in, the man comes over with two swords and says "Merry Christmas". I was touched. DD said thank you. I wished him Happy Holidays. He made my DD's day with that gift.

So, yes, Santa is there - and he shows himself when you least expect it.

Patience

Patience.
I was told from a young age that I don't have any. At times, I will agree with that statement. (Especially at say the grocery store. There is something about that place that gets under my skin.)
I was told by a very significant person in my life that I should not become a teacher and that I should never have kids because that person told me I had no patience.

Here is today's no patience story --
Today, DD - who is 6, mind you - and I assembled her new computer desk. DH had been fixing up the old computer so DD could have her own. We needed a place to put it and earlier this week, I headed to Ikea and found a pink computer workstation for her and also a pink chair. Well, on Tuesday, when I brought the boxes in the house, she was biting at the bit for the chair. She helped me put the chair together right then and was very, very happy with it.

Wednesday, I thought I would get it put together while she was at school. Instead, I hooked up with a friend of mine (and her little infant) and we did some chatting, some shopping and some lunching... :)
Thursday - Thanksgiving - DD wants to make her desk right away when she wakes up but we needed to pack up to go to Grammy's house. She said when we get home we can do it. DD fell asleep in the car on the way back and went right to bed.

So, now it is Friday. And after I go hit a couple "Black Friday" sales, I get coffee and have breakfast. I figure it is time - and DD is eager to help.

Assembling any type of furniture can be trying at times. I know I've used many swear words on other items that needed assembling in the past. But with DD helping - and being ever so cute as she tries - well, it went fine. I did think at one point how much patience this is taking -- as I wait for DD to try her plastic screwdriver and her plastic hammer on the pieces. It was cute. And she also got so excited figuring out what piece went where next.

(read this sarcastic please) Imagine how much more fun I could have had if only I could have been patient.