Amelia funny

This actually happened last spring, and I may have even written something then.  However, I'm afraid I didn't write it down, so I'm doing it now.  I'm doing now because I'm still laughing about this.


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Amelia, William and Gemma spent the day with our baby sitter/day care provider/friend while I had to work and the kids were off of school.  Her children and ours play together reasonably well most of the time and BOTH sets of kids love this special treat.  I always offer to pack lunch for the kids to make this easier for her, but she usually declines because it is easier to feed everyone the same thing.  Ie: If I bring something she doesn't have on hand, it is guaranteed that her kids will desperately want what I packed which will lead to unhappiness.  So, I usually don't pack a lunch and pay extra for the days she is feeding our crew.

I returned several hours later when my class I teach was over and asked how the day went.

The sitter replied that they kids had played and played and played together.  Everything was wonderful until lunchtime.  For lunch, the sitter told the kids that they would be having spaghetti.

Amelia LOVES spaghetti.  She loves noodles and she loves tomatoey sauce.  She likes it when I make it mildly flavored or when I spice it up.  The loves all varieties of noodles and is extremely accommodating to most alterations to our recipe - I follow a general recipe, but it rarely turns out the same twice.

When the kids were called to the table for lunch, Amelia was so horrified by the spaghetti, she refused to eat any of her lunch.

See, the sitter made spaghetti-o's.  This was NOT spaghetti in her book.

Later in the car we discussed:

Amelia: MOM.  MOM.
Mom: What Amelia?
Amelia:  Mooooooom!  (insert sitter's name) said we would have spaghetti for lunch!  But it wasn't TRUE!  She made something with noodles, but is was NOT spaghetti.
Mom: Oh.  That sounds interesting*.  What did you think?
Amelia: (voice gets louder and louder)  She called it spaghetti, BUT IT WAS NOT SPAGHETTI.  I did not like it. I did not eat any lunch.  I can't believe she thinks THAT IS SPAGHETTI.
Mom: Amelia!  She made you lunch.  You don't have to like it, but you have to be polite.  I hope you were polite and said "thank you"!
Amelia: I was polite!  I said, "No thank you because that is NOT spaghetti."  I did not like it at ALL mom.  It was not spaghetti.  I didn't eat ANY MORE OF IT.  It was awful!
Mom: Okay, Amelia.  (make a mental note to call our sitter and apologize for Amelia's impolite behavior).  Let's talk about something else now - what games did you play?
Amelia: Humph.
William: (in a quiet voice)  I loved that spaghetti.  I ate all of it.  It was awesome.
Amelia: GAHHHHHHHHHHH!  MOOOOOOOOM!



*For the record, I am not a fan of the spaghetti-o's either.  They smell funny and I think they taste funny.  I'm not opposed to other people eating them, I just would prefer not to eat them.  Or smell them. 

Observation

Gemma is the third child I have taught their colors*.  Each and every time I have worked on colors with a child I am blown away by the complexity of our world.  There are not just 3-5 simple colors in our world.  No.  There are hundreds of colors and a multitude of variation.  Is that shirt blue?  Or green?  Buses are usually portrayed as yellow, the one in this book appears orange.  What color is it? The overlap and sheer volume of possibilities is staggering.  Especially when you are trying to break it down and explain it to a one year old.



*I use the word taught here loosely as I'm not sure that I did much.  It seems months go by of prompting, instructing, and standing on my head with no response.  Then boom.  Without warning in the course of a day, the child knows all the colors.  Did I assist?  Yes.  Did they learn it because of me?  No.  This was true with all 3 of the kids. 

More valentines

A few years ago, I made these felt envelopes to hold valentines. I pull them out every year and stick in the valentines from family that arrive for each kiddo. The kids love pulling out all the love from the envelopes.

This year was a little rushed. We had freezing rain in the morning and William was off school. Amelia still had her Spanish class at school. I ran to the big grocery store while the kids had a play date. I ran my groceries home and my battery in the car died. Which meant my 3 kids were at a friends' house and I was stuck.

Luckily, John came home early and it wasn't a big deal to get the car up and running again. However, we got busy with the installing of the new battery and related details that I forgot to take Amelia to her school valentine party. I feel terrible! Luckily, she had a lot of other great things going on so she didn't complain too much about missing the party.

Valentine gifts

The day before valentine's day, John took the kids out to get supplies for our traditional fondue evening (I was at work). Apparently, the children convinced daddy I was in need of flowers for Valentine's day. John tried to explain to the kids about my rules about this holiday:

1. Flowers die quickly (cut flowers) and cost a lot around Valentine's Day. I'm pretty sure at one point the words "I forbid you to spend money on such a wasteful expense..." Or something along those lines.

The kids disagreed and I now the owner of a beautiful and fragrant plant that begins with an h.


Secondly, William produced this "craft" for John and I at his Valentine party.

My valentine sweeties

Aren't they cute?

Better late than never, right?

Molars

Gemma is cutting her molars. Which is great for eating and all, but it really stinks for the sleeping and overall general happiness part. I was able to feel the tips of the bottom two molars poking through earlier this week. Then she bit me and I haven't been back to check again.... I like my do fingers!

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Pig tails

So adorable! Although I admit, I hate to tame the curly locks down into any hair style!