This morning, while I was doing dishes, Leah was the only one up. She had one of her many baby dolls on the bench of the kitchen table. She was leaning over it, whispering it the baby's ear, "I'm right here, I'm right here." So sweet and nurturing. And yet, last week, in the car, she was spanking her frog that she calls Kermit.
Sarah's birthday was towards the end of March, and Leah's birthday was a week ago. For Sarah's "friend" party, I made a monkey cake. (Bobby decorated it.) For Leah's family birthday, I made a butterfly cake. For Sarah's family party, we did monkey cupcakes. I decorated these, but for some reason, there wasn't a picture taken, oops!
Leah's new favorite thing in the car is to do everything herself. Or, as she says, "self, self."
A couple weeks ago, while letting her climb into the car and into her seat by herself, she ran past and into the back. This had become a normal thing, but I could usually get her to come back. After much coaxing, she wouldn't come.
I said, "Leah, if you don't come back here, I'm going to smack your butt."
She cam over to her seat, started to crawl up in her seat, and just left her butt sticking out. Then she started to say, "smack it, smack it!"
Leah has this new obsession with pretending to change her baby dolls diapers after I change her diaper. She uses the changing pad (since we don't have a changing table) and always asks for a wipe. After I just changed her, she wanted to do this, and was in the middle of trying to re-unfold the changing pad when I tried to give her a wipe. (she MUST have a real wipe to change an unreal diaper)
I said, "Here." She said, "Minute, minute." She picks up so much!! Then, 5 seconds later, she is running to her room (after finding a baby) saying, "Minute, minute" and then asks me to get a diaper for her.
As I finish typing this, she is calling help from the playroom for me to come help her change the diaper.
Yesterday, as we're sitting on the stairs putting shoes on, getting ready to go get Rebekah. I noticed that Leah's nose was running. I didn't have a tissue handy, so I told her I'd get it after we got shoes on. Before I could get one, she used her sleeve to wipe it and proudly said, "Got it!" Later that day, it happened again! Gross! Who is teaching her these things?
As I was checking my e-mail right now, Rebekah came in and asked me when I was going to clean my room. Excuse me, I just cleaned it yesterday, I just didn't make my bed this morning. She then proceeded to make the bed, fold the "slightly worn" clothes at the end of the bed, and started cleaning up various things around our room. She then proceeded to ask me why I didn't clean up my room more often. Hmmm, let me think, maybe because I'm always cleaning the rest of the house and my room is the last thing to be cleaned. ??!!!
Leah went pee-pee on the potty today. Not really ready for her to do this, so I will probably not push it.
Sarah has been focusing a lot on writing letters and wanting to write words. She just walked into my room with a pad of paper and a pencil and asked me if I knew how to write in Chinese. She was very disappointed when I told her that I don't know how.
Before we left to pick up Rebekah from school today, I stepped out the front door to get the mail. We live in a neighborhood where the mailman walks, so our mailbox is attached to the house, right outside the door. Sarah was sitting on the steps inside putting her shoes on. When I came back in, she said, "Wow, you're fast at getting the mail! Daddy's fast at getting the mail too because he's tall. It's the only thing he's fast at!!"
Hmmm, really Sarah??!!?? Is Daddy such a slow poke about everything else? I tend to agree :~)
Rebekah looking through her Valentine box from school.
At the beginning of the school year, I bought a huge pack of pencils. I sent the required 10 to school with Rebekah and kept the rest at home to refill at a later date. A couple months in, she told me she was down to 2 pencils, so I sent the other 30 or so in for her, thinking that it would last her the rest of the year.
About a month ago, I got another notice from the teacher telling me that she was almost out of pencils. I was flabbergasted!! Me, "Rebekah, how can you be out of pencils?" Her, "They break!" Me, "So you sharpen them!" Her, "No, I throw them away."
She throws them away!! When they break, she throws them away!! I talked to her about how she needs to take the time to sharpen them and not throw them away, and bought her 12 more. I got another notice yesterday. She needs more pencils!
Come on, how many pencils are we going to use this year??!??
Tonight, after we all got home from various church activities, we were sitting around the table (all but Leah, she was running around) having a snack while Bobby was eating his dinner. (He doesn't eat until after youth group, he goes straight there from his "day" job.) I got up to do something, and when I came back, Leah was sitting in my seat. I just stood next to the chair talking to the people at the table. Leah got down, grabbed my legs, and moved me toward the chair saying, "Here Mommy, Here Mommy!" Such a sweetie!! So polite!
(Picture from Sarah's valentine party at preschool)
Leah is very tall for her age. She is not even 22 months old and is 2 full inches taller than what her sisters where at this age. Because of this, she has no problem opening doors. Very frustrating! Lately she has taken to opening the ballroom door, standing on the toilet, and turning on the water in the sink. Sometimes she just holds her hands under, but other times she finds things to get wet in the water. Two times it has been our Ken doll now.
Mooshu has done so many silly things since we got her in early January, but lately she has been climbing the drying rack while I'm in the laundry room. It is so cute! Sometimes she gets stuck and starts to fall. She just wants to be close to me!
Next to Sarah's side of the bed she shares with Rebekah, there is a wood end table that she is able to pull a small plastic chair up to. Because Bekah has a full-sized desk in the room to do her homework at, Sarah calls this end table her desk.
Tonight, as the girls were cleaning up their stuff, Bobby instructed Sarah to take a clipboard she has with paper on it and put it on her "desk."
This was her response: "But what about my homework?"
She is always so particular about keeping her "desk" clean. She doesn't want to put anything on it so that she won't be able to do her homework, which she never really has. :~)