Happy Birthday D! We love you!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Pink or Brown?
So, on Saturday, we went to the bakery and Elsie got to pick out desserts for Camille and Ginger and Lee. She chose adorable mini-cupcakes for her BFF and then set about choosing cupcake toppers.
For weeks now, Elsie has been into choices between two things. And I have been giving her choices between two things--a transparent parental ploy giving her the illusion of control or power: as the magazines say, you don't ask a two year old if she wants to put on her shoes. You must say: "do you want to wear your rainbow shoes or your cowboy boots?" Elsie easily sees through this and assertively declares "no shoes, please." But clearly, she understands the value of options because she has been constantly asking us if we want "pink or brown?" At a tea party, we must choose between "pink or brown" even though the cups are blue and purple. She asks us if we want a pink or brown grape even though the two we are choosing from are both green. And sometimes she just gets up in our faces and demands "pink or brown?" David and I are so dazed lately that we just answer the question as if it needs answering, but we may have gotten some insight at the bakery the other day.
Elsie chose a pink kitsch-y cupcake topper for Camille--a red headed ballerina in a pink dress--and then this cupcake topper, pictured here, for herself. So is this what Elsie's insistent question really is about? In the tradition of "all I ever learned, I learned in kindergarten" and alluding to the profundity of children, is "pink or brown?" a commentary on race?
We still don't know the answer to "pink or brown?"--we may have to get some more cupcakes to figure it out.
So, on Saturday, we went to the bakery and Elsie got to pick out desserts for Camille and Ginger and Lee. She chose adorable mini-cupcakes for her BFF and then set about choosing cupcake toppers.
For weeks now, Elsie has been into choices between two things. And I have been giving her choices between two things--a transparent parental ploy giving her the illusion of control or power: as the magazines say, you don't ask a two year old if she wants to put on her shoes. You must say: "do you want to wear your rainbow shoes or your cowboy boots?" Elsie easily sees through this and assertively declares "no shoes, please." But clearly, she understands the value of options because she has been constantly asking us if we want "pink or brown?" At a tea party, we must choose between "pink or brown" even though the cups are blue and purple. She asks us if we want a pink or brown grape even though the two we are choosing from are both green. And sometimes she just gets up in our faces and demands "pink or brown?" David and I are so dazed lately that we just answer the question as if it needs answering, but we may have gotten some insight at the bakery the other day.
Elsie chose a pink kitsch-y cupcake topper for Camille--a red headed ballerina in a pink dress--and then this cupcake topper, pictured here, for herself. So is this what Elsie's insistent question really is about? In the tradition of "all I ever learned, I learned in kindergarten" and alluding to the profundity of children, is "pink or brown?" a commentary on race?
We still don't know the answer to "pink or brown?"--we may have to get some more cupcakes to figure it out.
Meet Captain Fritters
Grammy gave Elsie a giraffe--named Milton by Daddy. Over time, Milton became the much loved Tito who then became a pair of matching giraffes named Tito and "Tito the Other One" by Elsie. (She found the spare we had stashed away for safekeeping, just in case.) Here is the monkey Grammy gave Kit--Daddy named him Captain Fritters. We'll see what he becomes over time.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tinkle Tinkle Little Beebo
The other day I walked into the bathroom and Elsie was standing facing the toilet with her pants around her ankles pulling on her belly button. I asked her what was going on and she told me "I tinkle like Daddy."
Clearly, we are doing a bang up job in the potty training department.
The other day I walked into the bathroom and Elsie was standing facing the toilet with her pants around her ankles pulling on her belly button. I asked her what was going on and she told me "I tinkle like Daddy."
Clearly, we are doing a bang up job in the potty training department.
"Kit Don't Play"
At her second month check up, Kit weighed in at a whopping 11 pounds, 6 ounces, in the 64th percentile up from the 39th at her previous visit. She gained over three pounds and grew two inches, measuring 23 inches, the 74th percentile for height, up from the 52th. Lest you think she is just a mammoth, though, she does have a dainty head--only the 18th percentile.
Here are some shots of her in a few of Elsie's hand-me-downs, the green cow pjs from the Connors and the adorable red birdie jumpsuit from Peggy Pope. It is so fun to compare the two in these. Of course, Elsie was five months old when she was filling them out. Upon reflecting on these stats, Elaine remarked "Kit don't play."
Notice too that Kit is ahead of the curve in other areas: first sunburn and first tattoo--clearly indications of superior parenting--see red heart on right wrist.
At her second month check up, Kit weighed in at a whopping 11 pounds, 6 ounces, in the 64th percentile up from the 39th at her previous visit. She gained over three pounds and grew two inches, measuring 23 inches, the 74th percentile for height, up from the 52th. Lest you think she is just a mammoth, though, she does have a dainty head--only the 18th percentile.
Here are some shots of her in a few of Elsie's hand-me-downs, the green cow pjs from the Connors and the adorable red birdie jumpsuit from Peggy Pope. It is so fun to compare the two in these. Of course, Elsie was five months old when she was filling them out. Upon reflecting on these stats, Elaine remarked "Kit don't play."
Notice too that Kit is ahead of the curve in other areas: first sunburn and first tattoo--clearly indications of superior parenting--see red heart on right wrist.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
BFFs: Elsie and Camille
If you have had a phone conversation with Elsie recently--and many of you have, I know, she is into the phone but not adept with it--chances are, she has mentioned Camille, her best buddy. Elsie attends school with her on MWF and goes to library storytime on Thursday mornings with her and then has occasional playdates with the moms as well. The first photo is at library storytime--the girls are not being good listeners! The pictures that follow are the girls at the Georgia Historical Society Georgia Day parade--they are practicing for the big parade on St. Patrick's Day in two weeks!
If you have had a phone conversation with Elsie recently--and many of you have, I know, she is into the phone but not adept with it--chances are, she has mentioned Camille, her best buddy. Elsie attends school with her on MWF and goes to library storytime on Thursday mornings with her and then has occasional playdates with the moms as well. The first photo is at library storytime--the girls are not being good listeners! The pictures that follow are the girls at the Georgia Historical Society Georgia Day parade--they are practicing for the big parade on St. Patrick's Day in two weeks!
Monday, March 02, 2009
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