Let's talk

Every night, I go and check on the kids after bedtime.  Gillian still takes a nap at school, so most nights when I check on her (around 9) she is still awake.  Last night, she was awake and she invited me into her bed to snuggle with her.  I snuggled up with her and asked her to tell me about her She told me "My friends like my sparkly nails (we had just painted her fingernails and toenails)."  She then paused and I thought she was done talking to me.  So I kissed her again, and said I will see you in the morning.  She said "Let's talk about Santa Claus!"  She was so matter of fact and I had a feeling like I was being set up.  But I responded with "What about Santa Claus?"  Gillian said "Him is nice.  Him bring me and Johnny presents!"  I said "Really?  What kind of presents would you like him to bring you this year?"  She didn't hesitate and said "Babies.  I want more babies.  And a little table and chairs for my babies.  So they can have a tea party and a picnic."  And then as if she just remembered she had a brother she added "And presents for Johnny too!" 

Pushing

I had the following conversation with Gillian today:

Me: How was your day?

Gillian: I push Julia. 

Me: Pushing is not nice. Why did you push your friend?

Gillian: She had a baby. I want it. 

Me: That's not nice. You need to share the toys. 

Gillian: I push Julia off the seesaw. 

Me: What?

Gillian: I push Julia off the seesaw. I go timeout. 

Me: Why did you push Julia?

Gillian: Cause I couldn't see Nicholas. 

Me: Gillian!?!? You pushed Julia twice?

Gillian: I go to timeout. I say sorry. 

I know. Kids push. But I am more upset with the fact that she is so nonchalant about it.  

Softball, babies and bruises

Today Daddy had a softball game with his work colleagues. The softball field was at a park with a playground and a picnic area. When we arrived at the park this morning, it was raining a little bit. But a little rain did not stop the kids from playing on the playground. Their pants got wet but they didn't care. They climbed and slid and climbed some more. The rain stopped and we took out some toys that we brought. John had some super hero weapons and masks. Gillian had babies and a baby stroller. John immediately made friends with a couple of boys. They ran around the playground with the super hero weapons. They were playing nicely until John came running over to me crying. I asked him what happened. He said "I fell!" Poor boy didn't get hit, but fell going up the stairs of the playground. He fell headfirst into the stairs and hit his nose on the steps. He did a good job, his nose already look bruised when he came over to me. 

Gillian didn't meet friends right away. She was shy, but finally a little girl came over and asked if she could play with Gillian's babies. Gillian said yes. The little girl, Juliana, took the stroller for a walk. Her mom came running over and yelled at the little girl. I explained to the other mom that Juliana asked to play with it and Gillian said yes. Juliana's mom told me that Juliana likes to steal babies. Gillian and Juliana were best friends after this. They played on the playground together and pushed the babies in the stroller. There was a rock wall on the playground and on the back of the rock wall was a "fossil" of a dinosaur. The girls kept parking the stroller under the playground by the rock wall. Gillian would run over to me and say "The dragon is scaring the babies!"

We did watch Daddy play softball (a little) too. Daddy was up at bat and Gillian shouted "Go Daddy go!" Daddy hit the ball and ran to first base. John saw this happen and shout "Go Kyle!" All of Daddy's colleagues burst out laughing when they heard him. 

Babies & Whistles

Gillian was playing with her babies this weekend (I know big surprise). She was feeding them and walking them around the house in their stroller. Gillian and I went downstairs to watch some shows and relax. She put her babies to sleep and then woke them up. She left the babies on the couch for a little bit and started to look for her dress up stuff. Then the fire whistle went off at the fire station behind our house. Gillian has gotten over her fear of the fire whistle during the hurricane. However she went running over to her babies and picked them all up and brought them to me. She said "They scared! Whistle not nice!" She rocked and hugged her babies tight until the whistle stopped. What a good little Mommy!