Archives for October 2014

Mexico and french fries.

Tonight Bella and I were running some errands when we passed by where my husband works. Bella said, “Look! That’s where daddy works!” I told her she was right and then I asked her if she knew what the name of the place was. She said, “MEXICO!” We have been trying to explain to Bella that Daddy was born and grew up in another country. I think she’s a little confused.

Later I went through the drive through at Zaxby’s and I asked Bella if she wanted anything. She said no, that she wasn’t hungry. However, when she heard me order and realized what I was getting she suddenly realized she was practically starving to death.

“Why is it taking so long? I’m so hungry. I’m starving. I need those french fries. I need them right now. Why is it taking so long? It’s hard being patient. I CAN’T STAND IT.”

She ended up eating all of my fries.

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Stop with your logic, 4 year old.

Bella spilled something and I said, “Ruh Roh.”

Then the following conversation unfolded:

Bella: “What’s a ‘ruh roh’?”
Me: “Well, it’s like ‘uh oh’.”
Bella: “But you didn’t say it right, why did you say it like that?”
Me: “Well, that’s how Scooby Doo says it.”
Bella: “But he’s a dog.  He says ‘ruh roh’?”
Me: “Yes.”
Bella: “Why does he say it like that?”
Me: “Well, he can’t talk well…because he’s a dog.”
Bella: “Dogs don’t talk at all.
Me: “You’re right.”
Bella: “So why does he say ‘run roh’ if he can’t talk?”
Me: “Well, I mean, it’s a cartoon…”
<<<<blank stare>>>>
I win at parenting and explanations.

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Kitty Surprise

One evening shortly after I had gotten home from work, Bella informed me that she would like to go to the toy store to get a new toy. For a couple of years, I could get away with taking Bella to the dollar store or letting her pick an item from dollar bins at Target. Those days have passed, my friends. She knows what a good toy is now and has figured out that they aren’t in dollar bins.

The toy she was asking for is one she found while watching toy review videos on YouTube. I had no idea these types of things existed until I had kids, but they do and they typically have a pretty big following.

Some of Bella’s favorite channels are:

Cookie Swirl C (Here’s a link to random review. Prepare yourself. It’s psychotic. )

Disney Collector (I can stand this one more than Cookie Swirl.)

Anyway, somewhere on the YouTubes, Bella found Kitty Surprise and decided she needed to have it in her life ASAP. I told her no, we were not going out to buy a $25 toy on a random Wednesday, but I would be happy to get it for her if she would save her money for it. She gets a few dollars here or there from us as a reward for putting away toys, helping me clean, and helping with the baby.

She got pretty angry about being told that she would have to save her own money for this object of her desire. She wasn’t entirely irritated by the “having to use her own money” thing, she was more upset at the idea of having to wait.  She realized that she did not have $25 (she doesn’t know exactly how many 25 is, but she knows it’s a lot.) She threw a bit of a tantrum and shut herself up in her room for awhile. About 15 or 20 minutes later, she emerged carrying her art kit. She set up shop on the coffee table in the living room and started working on something by herself. This is a frequent occurrence in our house (the art kit, not the tantrums.) I didn’t ask any questions at that point. At the time, I was feeding Lottie applesauce in the kitchen so I was just glad Bella had calmed down and was playing quietly on her own.

After a few minutes, I happened to look at what Bella was doing and it looked a little interesting, considering the discussion we had just had about saving money. I asked, “Whatcha doin’, Bell?” And she said, “I’M. MAKING. MONEY.”

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Sometime later, after the green paint on the on her money had dried, she stuffed the bills (she made 2) in her purse and sat it by the back door and informed me that DADDY would take her and her money to the store the next day to get her toy.

He didn’t take her because I told him not to; he kinda wanted to because he thinks she is genius for making counterfeit money but I informed him she is also being sneaky and manipulative.  A few days later she was still talking about the toy, but no longer throwing tantrums or whining. Meanwhile, she had actually saved a good bit of money because I happened to post about her money making endeavors on Facebook and then people started donating to her cause.

The other day, I got home from work and started loading the kids up in the car to run some errands. Bella asked where we were going and I told her we were going to the store to get some things. She asked if we were going to the grocery store, and I said no, we were going to Target and she asked if she could get her Kitty Surprise. I said we could find it and see what the price was to see how close she was to saving enough money. She then informed me that we needed to go to Toys R Us (thanks a lot, YouTube toy review videos for being so INFORMATIVE) because that’s where the toy was. Apparently it’s an exclusive item.

So. We went to Toys R Us. She found it, and the box DID say it was a Toys R Us exclusive, so, she was right.

I ended up letting her get it and she used a gift card I had (but I took up the money she had saved, she hadn’t actually saved enough, but I let her go ahead and think she had.) I know, I know. I kinda gave in a little but it became worth it, keep reading.

So anyway, to give you a little information on this coveted Kitty Surprise toy: it’s this mother cat that has a pouch on its stomach that you can open and close back up with velcro. What’s in there? Hedgehogs. I kid, it’s kittens, obviously.

First of all, Bella couldn’t wait until we got home to open the thing, she managed to open the packaging and get that cat out of its box by herself. I can barely accomplish that on my own and I’m usually using box cutters, scissors, knives, and machetes to free her toys from their cardboard prisons.

Then, she eagerly opened up the cat’s pouch to see how many kittens were stuffed up in there. There were 4, in case you were eagerly anticipating that information. She squealed with delight, “LOOK, MAMA, LOOK. THERE ARE FOUR KITTENS! LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE! LOOK AT THEM! AWWWWW!”

Then she stuffed the kittens back in the pouch and closed the mama cat back up.

Then the things happening in my back seat started to get a little weird. The next few minutes went something like this:

“Mrrrrrrrrr. Mrrrrrrrr. Meoooooooooow.”

I started staring at Bella in the rearview mirror. She continued with the strange cat moaning and then she started making various voices:

“I…..can’t do it! Mrrrrrrr! Meeeeeeoooowww!!! Mrrrrrrrrrrrr….”

“Yes you can! I can see the baby kitty!”

“Meeeeeeeowwww! Mrrrrrrrrr!”

“I can see it! Here it comes! Here it is, look at your baby kitty! Awwwww isn’t she cute?!?!?”

Meanwhile, I was like, “…..W.T.F.?”

I was legitimately confused on how my child knew specifics about birth but when I told my husband and mother about this occurrence they didn’t seem as surprised. So, I don’t know what it is exactly that Bella is doing on their watch, but I suspect it might involve education about cat births..

 

 

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