halloween hilarity

took the girls trick-or-treating tonight in the new (old) neighborhood. they did pretty good, i think this year they finally "get it." there are a good number of houses decorated for the occasion, but nothing too scary. doesn't matter anyway, because the girls start screaming at the second house we go to because a dog was at the door. literally, ear-splitting, blood-curdling screams all because a tiny dog is excited that people are at the door. ooo-kayyy.

as we're walking along, we're talking about dogs and belly states, "bulilit is allergic to dogs." to which bulilit replies, "we don't eat dogs!"

after being out for about an hour and a half, belly asks if we can go home. bulilit protests, "no! i want to trick or treat!" so e and i split the girls up, he takes bulilit and belly and i start heading home.

more funnies from the "blizzard" ...

• e building a tiny snowman and putting it on the porch to save. belly comes up to it, pulls her knee to her chest and stomps on it. e asks, "why'd you stomp it?" and belly replies, "because it's funny."
• bulilit to ami in the car after we played with snowballs, "you like balls!!"
• belly making snowballs and throwing them, then yelling "BOOM! ANGRY BIRDS!" (maybe she was thinking of this?)

today, we had the redskins game on (don't ask me why .... sigh). belly, ever the politician, yells, "go redskins! go giants-skins!" (please note, the giants were not playing. it was the skins vs the bills. but the bills *are* blue just like the giants.) bulilit pipes in, "goooo basketball!!"

okay bulilit.

the blizzard of october 2011

tweets from this day:

In other news, bulilit came up to me with snow in her hands, signature smirk on her face and said, 'I'm going to put this in your pants!'

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whimsysoda Cindy

I was wrong. There IS enough for a snowman. yfrog.com/kjadpwxj

29 Oct

whimsysoda Cindy

yes, snow. In freaking October. yfrog.com/klcyaihj

29 Oct

whimsysoda Cindy

kids excited, they want to play in the #snow ... trying to convince them there's not enough for a snowman.

one of the perks of a small town

excited. best way to describe belly and bulilit the day of our hometown parade. for all the years i've lived in vienna, we've never done the parade down maple avenue. of course, because the girls' preschool takes part in it, we decided to join in the fun. and so glad we did!

the parade route is only about a mile but belly was intrigued and ended up walking the entire way. (bulilit was pushed in the stroller.) along the route, they saw their teachers and their grandparents and i think they felt special with all of these people waving at them. literally, the street was lined up and down with a ton of people!!

we managed to DVR the parade on the local cable access channel, and it was fun for the kids to see themselves on television. for a couple days after the parade, bulilit would talk about how much she liked the "prade!! prade!!"

not my typical post

(almost) verbatim google talk conversation i had with my brother today.

me: random question..if you were a 4 year old kid, and you saw another kid who cried a lot, but when you asked her to play, she doesn't even reply, what would you think of her?

bro: [completely inappropriate word to describe a 4 year old]

me: my word exactly (ed. note, use your imagination)

bro: go cry by yourself in a corner then. lol

me: so how do i explain to belly that the other kids don't play with her or talk to her b/c she acts like a snobby [inappropriate word]?

bro: LOL.

bro: I thought she tried to go play with someone

me: no. she keeps talking about this one girl, but i don't think they're friends. i heard today her supposed friend asked belly to do something, and belly didn't even respond.

bro: nasty

me: i know right?!? no wonder the kids at school don't play with her!! and apparently today, every time she saw bulilit's teacher in the hall, she asked her, "how's bulilit? is bulilit ok?"and the teacher was like, "yes, bulilit's fine. how are YOU?"

shift in my identity

took belly to a classmate's house for a halloween playdate. when it was time for us to go, i hear,

kid 1: "excuse me, belly's mom? can belly have a playdate at my house?"

kid 2, whose house we were at: "me too! can belly come back and play at my house?"

the edge

so we're all laying in bed and bulilit notices she's on the edge of the bed. looks at me and says, "mommy, i don't want to be on the edge."

to which belly promptly breaks into song, "i'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge... i'm on the edge of glory"

and apparently we have ami to thank for her knowledge of that song.

Rough day

So now my previously totally excited about preschool kid is the crying kid. The past three times she's been at school, her eyes give her away when I pick her up and I already know she's spent the morning crying.

and apparently today, she tried to make a run for it and shot straight out the door when her dad dropped her off in her classroom. thankfully, her teacher (let's call her mrs. m2) caught her. they distracted her on and off but then the waterworks started again on the playground.

belly's class got out to the playground first, and as soon as bulilit's class went out, the two of them were all smiles and playing with each other. when it was time for belly's class to go in -- before bulilit's class -- the tears started. FOR BOTH OF THEM. i guess i should be happy that they love each other and just want to be together?

mrs. m2 also told me a cute little story about the girls running into each other at the bathroom. bulilit was washing her hands, mrs. m2 was waiting for her and belly sees the picture in mrs. m2's hands. (it's a picture of our family, which belly and bulilit use as their "lovey")

belly: um, i think you should give that back to bulilit.
mrs. m2: i think so too. i was just holding it so it wouldn't get wet!

thank you, my little bossy belly.

then at pick up, one of bulilit's classmates pointed at her and told me, very matter of factly, "She was crying for you today." and thank you too, little two-year old.

I guess as a consequence to all these feelings of abandonment and separation anxiety, bulilit has been spending a lot of time in my office. she had seen her sister playing sesame street games on the macbook (which, incidentally, are the best toddler games I've found on the Internet) so she wanted to play them too. i tried not to pay too much attention, but couldn't hold back my laughter when i heard this:

elmo's voice: if you want to do it again, click the mouse!
bulilit: okay, hold on. i click you, mouse.