Bedtime Bananas

My crazy daughter at bedtime tonight. I like that finally after 15 minutes, she sat down to rest and play. 

Deep in the Valley of "No"

"Miriam, do you want a cheesestick?"
"No."
"Do you need the potty?"
"No!"
"Do you want to read a book?"
"No!"
"Let's put on your shirt!"
"NO."
"Time to get in the chariot."
"Nope."
"What's in your hand?"
"Noooooooo."
"Do you want an ice pop?"
"Nononononononono."
"Miriam, bedtime!"
"No mama no mama HAAAAAAALP."

Musical theatre - Another useful parenting skill.

Miriam has had a few good nights of sleep, and let me tell you that really spoils us. So last night, when she was fussy (we were all fussy, if I'm honest. Even Zachary struggled to get to sleep), we all slept badly, and the morning was shenanigans. Not yelling shenanigans, just forgetting things, not getting it together, out of rhythm. And Miriam was real up in her feelings. No, she didn't want pants. No, she definitely didn't want shoes. No, she was quite happy with her dirty diaper thanks for asking. No, she didn't want her helmet (here is where you know there is trouble, because most days she would sleep in her helmet given half the chance...).

Finally she just looked up at me with the saddest frantic kitten eyes and I scooped her up and sang her a song. I sang about having a snuggle with mommy. I sang about putting on our shoes to keep our toes safe. I sang about putting on our helmets to get into the chariot to go see our friends in the Owl Class. I sang about how much fun school was.

And she gave me a hug, and a kiss, and bounced off to start her day.

Thank you, years of musical theatre, I owe you one.

The Five Statements

We were chatting at dinner tonight about family, and Miriam being the littlest Collins, and not having any more siblings (Sorry kids, that's a wrap.) And Zachary cackles and goes "So she has to do the five statements forever!"


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And after a lengthy pause Mark turned to me and goes "I think he means the four questions."

MY SON IS THE BEST.


(ETA - The four questions are sung at passover, usually by the youngest capable child present. They are questions based around "Why is this night different from every other night?" and as far as I can tell were created to torture youngest siblings the world over.)

Sky Candy Camp

Z's aerial circus skills

Base Words

Both of our children occasionally talk in their sleep. I'm not that surprised I suppose, because I've been known to talk in my sleep as well. Z just muttered something, and Mark goes "Oh yeah. Miriam talked in her sleep the other day. I forgot. But she only said one word. I wish I could remember it. It was one of her base words. Like Mama, or Dada, or Purple shoes......"


(She has a pair of purple flip flops. She is deeply enamored with them. We got them for vacation, since everyone else had flip flips and she loves them. She loves them more than anything else. She will mutter "Purple shoes" as her emotional flail when she's exhausted. The relationship with the purple shoes is complicated by the fact that she can not wear them to school, because you have to have closed toe shoes for school. No matter how adamant your toddler is about the flip flops."

Learning to Swim

We live in Texas. Land of a million degrees, and a similar number of swimming pools. Water safety is a pretty big deal. When we moved to Texas, we started Z in swimming lessons. But he was a little older than Miriam.

Only difference? Miriam is super ultra committed to running into the water. We went to the beach twice this year, and she LOVES IT. At LBI she kept picking her legs up to drift in the waves. Fantastic! And terrifying because she's actually quite big and strong and is quite persistent.

Several times she just ran for the water like nobodies business. WHOOSH. Baby. Plunging towards the Atlantic Ocean.

We finally decided to sign her up for a few lessons this month. There is a place across from our house, and she has been so keen on water it seemed with it for a few times.

And yet.

Yesterday we had our first lesson. She spent the entire time oscillating between saying "ALL DONE", trying to climb out of the pool, and trying to nurse.

I'm assuming several blogs have popped up from parents who wondered what sort of TERRIBLE MOTHER would take their TINY CHILD to swimming lessons to try and DROWN HER since she so OBVIOUSLY hates water.

*sigh*

Proud parenting moments.

Of course, the highlight was at 6am this morning when she bounded out of bed, climbed up to teeter on the edge of the tub, and shouted "SPLISHY SPLASH" until we put water in the sink for her to play with.

Dance Party

Riding and rough housing

Shoes

Miriam likes shoes. She likes sparkly shoes, she likes shiny shoes, she likes her purple shoes, but most of all her loves her purple flip-flops.

Unfortunately she has to wear closed toed shoes to daycare.

This was not met with much enthusiasm last Monday! She wanted to wear her favorite purple flip-flops. I had not remembered to hide them on Sunday night!  So after taking them away from her tight hug, I offered each of her other pairs of shoes. She took her grey sandals, and one at a time, flung them like a little league pitcher across the room and under the bed. Angry but adorable, I wooed her with shiny black shoes with black ribbon bows.

LBI fun tines

Waiting to go to the beach....

Little Feet

The other night, the house was dark expect for Sarah and I brushing our teeth in the bathroom. When we hear a quiet pitter-patter pitter-patter, and then who should appear but Miss Collins. Looking a little bleary eyed and confused about the whole "how did I get here" and "why is it so bright?"

She wasn't upset, just ready to go back bed. This isn't the first time she has gotten up, although it might be the first sneak attack. A few times recently Miriam has started to fuss and by the time one of us gets up to settle her down she is waiting just the other side of the bedroom door. Unfortunately, this can result in a very upset baby, if the door is flung open!

Watercolor Technique

HOW CUTE IS SHE? Pretty cute, if you ask me. She is *SO* focused while she paints her picture. I am always amazed at how serious kids are at this age about preference. It is so important to give her some things to choose, but it also is hysterical and out of hands. This is how we end up doing things like hiding shoes that are too small because otherwise CATASTROPHE. Also, gravity has gotten pretty heavy when she is dissatisfied.

So there you go. She goes to daycare, and they let her do fun things like art, and eating playdough. 

Terrible people who never post anything.

Yeah. That's us. Sorry. Life has been bananas.

The littlest Collins has been cutting these four front fangs forever. For actual ever. I am in no way exaggerating this. Hyperbole has no part. She is REAL ANGRY about it, and we can't fix it because I hear "helping" teeth cut through isn't allowed and it is THE WORST. She is seeing sleep like a hobby she can opt out of, and PS - Not A Hobby. I personally find myself QUITE COMMITTED to a regular practice of sleep that I am not getting. Not cool, baby. Not cool.

She is talking up a storm which is incredibly fun. She can say all sorts of funny things like "Other Side" and "Garbage yay!" and "Nononononon MINE." and "Margaret".... Because that is one of her classmates. She now has a classmate named Zachary so we're hoping that helps. She might have managed "Brother" for Z recently and we'll call that a solid try.

IT IS SUMMER HERE. Although summer is not like any summer we've seen before. It is raining. And thundering. And all over the place. People will probably set off fireworks tomorrow and not even have to worry quite so much about burning down all of Texas. We're calling it a win.

Zachary is touring the summer day camp circuit. Today is his last day of a month at Campfire Nature camp. They've gone on nature walks and learned to weave and stamp leather and played a lot of foursquare. Zachary has decided he's going to be a professional bird watcher.

He may have also asked for a destination birthday in which we went to see beautiful birds. Apparently it is ok if we need to use a plane. Thanks for that, kid.

Miriam & Z have a magnificent time together. Their favorite game is chase (with many variations) - including tackle chase, pillow toss chase, and endless scream chase. Weirdly it rarely ends in tears. Zachary is incredibly mindful, and Miriam can endure a throw pillow right in the face without trauma. Good job team.

OH NO THERE ARE NO PICTURES WITH THIS POST. Sorry. This weekend is the 4th of July. I promise we'll make memories AND pictures over the weekend.

Galveston beach

We had a wonderful weekend trip to Galveston. Miriam and Zachary had an amazing time, and we really enjoyed some relaxation time together. Here is to many more fun weekends ahead.

Cousin Ari and Aunty Debbie visit

Bevo Bash 2015

Spot Mr Z. Collins