Apr. 8, 2007 - Socialization: a Myth?
My girls got to spend the night at my mom's new house last night. It has been all they have talked about for more than a week now. We have a BIG magnetic calander in our kitchen and each morning they have taken turns erasing the numbers in descending order until finally they arrived at the day with the drawing of the two sleeping girls. They knew this was their day! This is their concept of a 'sleep-over', and I think I like it that way. My oldest has been sick this week and I was a bit worried that after such anticipation she wasn't going to make it, but she did. She packed up her doggie sleeping bag, her American Girl horse, and some extra tissue for good measure and then loaded herself into the car. Make no mistake, she was a girl on a mission.
We dropped them off in the afternoon and then Daddy and Little Guy took Mommy to Red Robin (Say it with me, "Mmmmmm!") for dinner. My guys are the best! We felt so light with only our one-year-old and baby-on-the-way. How deceptive of us to make others beleive that we were The American Family with our 1.4 children. If they only knew how gluttonous we really are! All of our children are just so delicious we seem to keep coming back for more (sorry for the puns, but dinner was really good!).
After dinner we rushed home, tucked in the man-cub, and then plunked ourselves on the couch to induldge in heavily salted popcorn and not one, not two, but three back-to-back episodes of 24, Season five (Yes, my hubby and I do wear Jack Bauer PJ's). It was such a wonderful treat and addition to our holiday weekend that my girls were able to spend time with Grandma, and that Steve and I were able to have a 'date'. Thanks Mom.
I was so excited today too, to have a new shirt to wear for the holiday. I did not like the fact that I had to pay money for something that can't (well, shouldn't) be worn much longer, but I was happy to have it. I put it on and my four-year-old-lover-of-pretty-things looked up at me with her sparkling blues and smiled. I waited to hear what she was thinking. Something along the lines of, "Mommy, that's nice." would have done just fine. Instead she just kept smiling at me, so I asked:
"Honey, what do you think?"
When she posed her own question it occured to me that she may need to be placed in public school after all. The concept of telling someone what you think they want to hear has completely eluded her, and someday she may need to learn that, "Mommy, don't you feel like you are a TENT?" is not a socially acceptable response.
Better yet, she just does not get to ask her own questions anymore.
From now on, it's multiple choice only for that kid! 
Comments
Apr. 10, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by booknhome
A tent! Yikes!! I love the way you told this story! Very funny!
