Little Bunny Foo Foo, a la Mariel:
Little Bunny Foo Foo went hopping through the forest
scooping up the mice-field and bopping them on the head
Down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Foo Foo, I don't like your aptitude
scooping up the mice-field and bopping them on the head
I'll give you three chances, and if you dont stop
I will turn you into a lagoon.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Apple and the Tree, or What Goes Around?
I came home from a reasonably low key day at work today, caught up with our nanny before she left, nursed Noella, played with Mariel, and eventually made it upstairs to put my work bag away. Hudson had puked all over the floor in my bedroom (red and chunky) so I was less than pleased. I went into the bathroom to find a roll of paper towels and cleaner, and discovered that Mariel had been in there and left clothes on the floor. When I went into Mariel's room, I found crayons, a coloring book, and a large patch of newly blue carpet (our carpets, so you know, are beige).
I called the nanny to find out if Hudson had been given anything to eat during the day (it turns out that while kids napped and she cleaned the kitchen, the dog may have snatched a grape or two from their lunch leftovers- not enough to be poisonous, but apparently enough to come back up). I also (oh so casually, as I am sure you can imagine) mentioned the crayon colored carpet. Mariel had asked the nanny if she could go upstairs to color in her room, away from Noella and the nanny's son. Since Mariel was quite emphatic that this was normal and allowed, is often allowed to have quiet play in her room on her own, is generally pretty good, and (as the last post reveals) is big into coloring, the nanny quite reasonable let her go. This was NOT normal, has NEVER been allowed, and apparently the freedom just got away from her.
I was pretty mad, but can't help but recall some stories from my childhood... such as when I convinced a babysitter that the pet guinea pig was always allowed to roam the house freely. Lets just say the guinea pig took advantage of the newfound liberty to find a place to hide. And stay hidden. Bye Bye guinea pig!
I told this story to Mariel at dinner, who wisely noted that this was not a good thing for a kid to do and "you were just like me, Mom."
I consider myself warned.
PS- Thanks to Patrick, the carpets are all clean again. Ready for tomorrow.
I came home from a reasonably low key day at work today, caught up with our nanny before she left, nursed Noella, played with Mariel, and eventually made it upstairs to put my work bag away. Hudson had puked all over the floor in my bedroom (red and chunky) so I was less than pleased. I went into the bathroom to find a roll of paper towels and cleaner, and discovered that Mariel had been in there and left clothes on the floor. When I went into Mariel's room, I found crayons, a coloring book, and a large patch of newly blue carpet (our carpets, so you know, are beige).
I called the nanny to find out if Hudson had been given anything to eat during the day (it turns out that while kids napped and she cleaned the kitchen, the dog may have snatched a grape or two from their lunch leftovers- not enough to be poisonous, but apparently enough to come back up). I also (oh so casually, as I am sure you can imagine) mentioned the crayon colored carpet. Mariel had asked the nanny if she could go upstairs to color in her room, away from Noella and the nanny's son. Since Mariel was quite emphatic that this was normal and allowed, is often allowed to have quiet play in her room on her own, is generally pretty good, and (as the last post reveals) is big into coloring, the nanny quite reasonable let her go. This was NOT normal, has NEVER been allowed, and apparently the freedom just got away from her.
I was pretty mad, but can't help but recall some stories from my childhood... such as when I convinced a babysitter that the pet guinea pig was always allowed to roam the house freely. Lets just say the guinea pig took advantage of the newfound liberty to find a place to hide. And stay hidden. Bye Bye guinea pig!
I told this story to Mariel at dinner, who wisely noted that this was not a good thing for a kid to do and "you were just like me, Mom."
I consider myself warned.
PS- Thanks to Patrick, the carpets are all clean again. Ready for tomorrow.
Monday, September 14, 2009
A budding Picasso
We are in a new artistic phase- it happened very suddenly. Mariel is spending more time in her own made up world these days without needing our interaction as much. Her drawings and "writing" have become much more deliberate and planned out and sometimes have elaborate story lines to go with them. She tells me that the top picture is one of the sky and the bottom picture is one of a dinosaur.
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