Gillian's hair

Every morning I fight with Gillian. She hates getting her hair brushed.  Well, that's a little dramatic, she doesn't hate it. She just doesn't like to stay still while I am brushing her hair. This morning I decided to do something different with her hair. It was something I saw on Pinterest and I thought it would look cute on Gillian. Before I could start on Gillian's hair, I needed to brush Donald Duck's hair (Gillian was planning on bringing Donald to school today).  Next I started on Gillian. I did the first two ponytails and then Gillian wanted to get up. I had to hold her still while I did the other two ponytails. The whole time Gillian was saying "I don't like it. Stop!"  Finally her hair was done. And she looked so cute. But she said "I don't like it. I gonna take it out."  Thankfully Daddy quickly distracted her and asked her to get her sneakers. By the time her sneakers were on, she had forgotten about taking out her hair. 

I was surprised to see that her hair was still in the ponytails after school. When we asked her if everyone liked her hair, she said "Everybody hate it!" Fabulous, she is three. She is going to be delightful in her teenage years. 

Oh John

Today we were running errands with the kids.  In the car, I told the kids that they needed to behave at while we were shopping or there would be no shows when we got home.  John said "Well I mostly cleaned the basement."  When he said "mostly" he put his hands in the air and wiggled his fingers.  I really didn't think much of it.  But later tonight, he said something very similar and again raised his hands and wiggled his fingers.  Daddy and I realized that John was doing air quotes.  The best part is that he was actually using them appropriately. 

John doing air quotes

After dinner tonight, John read Daddy a few books (we read every night).  When John was done, Daddy asked him "Do you want to take shower now or later."  John said "Let's do it now.  I want to be efficient!"

Gillian well visit

Gillian had her annual checkup scheduled for yesterday.  Yesterday morning, Gillian and I waited with John at the bus stop.  She cried when he got on the bus, "Where they taking my Johnny?"  I explained to her that he was going to school and we would see him later.  She didn't understand.  But we got in the car and headed to the doctor's office.  In the car, I explained to her that we were going to see the doctor and that she would need to listen to the doctor.  Gillian said "But I not sick!" 

We were the first appointment of the day.  Gillian still was a little nervous about seeing the doctor.  But luckily the nurse was super sweet and set the tone for the appointment.  She asked Gillian to get on the scale.  Gillian stood really still to get weighed and measured.  Gillian is 39 inches tall.  She grew 4 inches in a year!  After the scale, Gillian had her blood pressure taken.  She sat really still and giggled as the nurse put on the blood pressure cuff.  Next, the nurse asked me to get a urine sample.  I won't go into detail about this, but I will say it was hilarious.  We then went into the exam room and waited for Dr. Yee.  While we waited, Gillian again told me "But I not sick!"  I explained to her that we were just getting a check up.  Dr. Yee arrived and started the exam.  Gillian was great.  She listened to the doctor and did everything that was requested of her. 

Finally it was time for the shots.  Gillian only needed two shots, but Dr. Yee called in the nurse.  "MaryAnn, I need some help in here.  She's feisty!"  I held Gillian, while MaryAnn held Gillian's hands, and Dr. Yee did the shots.  Dr. Yee is fast.  Gillian whimpered for a second and was done.  She immediately asked "I get lollipop?"  She actually got two lollipops for herself and somehow conned Dr. Yee into getting two lollipops for John too.

In the car on our way to school, I told Gillian, "I am so proud of you.  You were such a big, brave girl!"  She said "But her hurt my tushy and I got band-dids."  Kids never remember the good parts, only the shots that took all of 30 seconds and didn't even hurt her.          

dirt & mulch

I got home tonight and I could hear the shower running.  I went upstairs and was surprised to see that John was in the shower (I had assumed that it was Gillian).  I asked Daddy what happened.  He said "Go look at John's clothes."  John's pants were disgusting.  They were covered in dirt.  I again asked Daddy what happened.  He said "We have a boy!"  John explained to us what happened at dinner tonight,  "I was digging in the dirt.  We were looking for rocks.  We wanted to build a tower.  And we were going to make the tower out of rocks and then cover it in sand."

When I saw Gillian tonight, she pulled a piece of mulch out of her pocket.  She grinned and handed it to me.  "I got this for you!"  Then she realized that Daddy was standing next to me, she said "For you and Daddy."  Daddy told me that when he picked Gillian up from school today she ran over to him and said "I found a rock for you and Mommy."  Daddy looked at the item in her open hand and said "It's not a rock, it's mulch."  Gillian paused, thought it over and said "I keep it!"

I love my little boy and my mulch hoarder.
  

driving

Daddy buckled Gillian into her car seat and got into the car.  When he sat down, Gillian said "Daddy, I want you to drive."  Daddy said "No.  I want you to drive."  Gillian said "I can't drive.  I too tiny!"  Daddy said "You can drive.  I will sit in the back.  You come up front and I'll sit in your seat."  Gillian said "You can't sit back here!  You can't fit."  Daddy said "I can fit in your seat.  I little."  Gillian said "You not tiny!  You big!" 

Golf lessons

John started golf lessons three weeks ago. He goes every Tuesday. Poppy has been picking John up from school and taking him to the lessons. 

After John's first week, he proudly told me "I got the highest score! No one else had a score that high!" We explained to him that in golf you want the lowest score possible. He wasn't too happy with that. The following week, he shaved a few strokes off the previous week. He was very excited. 

Poppy and Mimi are away this week, so I picked up John and brought him to golf. We arrived at the golf place and John said "I don't think this is where we are supposed to be." Well he was right. I brought him to the wrong place. In the car, I told him that since we went to the wrong place first we may not make it in time. He said "I'm so sad. I am going to miss my favoritist funnist thing to do." We arrived just in time. The other kids had just finished hitting balls at the range and were getting paired up to go on the course. John joined up with another little boy and they hit the links with one of the coaches. The boys had so much fun and before I knew it they were done. 

We have some homework. He needs to practice his swing along with his form. I think Daddy will help him with that. 

Stupid

Stupid is a bad word in our house.  Anytime the kids say stupid they are sent to time out.  Tonight at dinner, Daddy was saying that he felt stupid.  Gillian looked at me and said "Daddy say stupid."  I said, "Yes he did.  Daddy, please don't say stupid."  Gillian wasn't happy with that response.  So she said to Daddy, "Daddy, stupid is not nice.  Mommy, Daddy said stupid.  Daddy, don't say stupid.  Mommy, I tell Daddy not to say stupid."