I have a little task for you this weekend, if it's something you feel like doing. I mean, it's not like it's HOMEWORK. You can be all, "Nah" if you want. But our AndreAnna and our Cass are starting a new cooking/recipes site called Chop. Stir. Mix., and they're collecting recipes for it. EASY recipes, okay? Nobody wants to sit around clarifying and reducing all day. Or if they do, they are looking for information on some other site.
Elizabeth has been such a total CRAB PUFF recently. She's always had an imperious streak, and that's been amusing, but recently we are talking more about THIS action:
It starts with something relatively small. Perhaps she falls, or perhaps I criticize her tone of voice, or perhaps we're out of applesauce. For whatever reason, she goes into a NUCLEAR CRAB. Nothing can stop it! Nothing! You can't jolly her out of it. You can't have her cry herself out of it. She wants to do one of two things:
1) Sit on your lap and be cuddled while she continues to sulk (and also drool, because when she's in a Crab Fit she won't swallow---WHY??).
2) Follow you from room to room, standing near you with her lip out so you know she's still pissed off.
And do either of these things fix it? NO! All they do is reduce the volume of the attack.
She's also giving us new sleep issues, getting out of her bed and banging on her door. What the crap? None of our other kids have done that. Rob, William, and Edward all acted as if the bed was a crib they couldn't get out of without help. Elizabeth, though, has seen through the ruse. SHE is not physically bound by our words! Every night she falls asleep on the floor just inside her door.
Meanwhile, Edward is in a particular cute and pleasant stage, so Elizabeth suffers even more by comparison.
He came out of his room with a giraffe puppet on his hand, almost collapsing from laughter as he made the giraffe roar. Then he turned solicitous and said, worriedly, "That keer you, Mommy?" He's been scared by loud sounds recently, so he is concerned I might have been overly startled by the roaring giraffe. And he's saying "why" instead of "what," so if I call him and he doesn't hear me, he'll say, "Why? Why, Mommy? You talk for me, Mommy?"
And on the other side of me: The Lip.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...