Thursday, May 28, 2009
Maddie was telling me the other day that "boys were not allowed to marry other boys." I was unsure how to respond without being political, religious, or overly informative for a four year old. So in the true style of "confusion parenting," I decided to complicate things a little bit. I told her that "I believe people who love each other should be allowed to marry. However, in the state of Texas, a boy cannot marry another boy. Yet."
In the past, she's told me (she never asks, she just tells me) that kids could have two moms and/or two dads. I think she was talking about step-parents, not gay parents. I just agreed with her that this was, in fact, very possible.
"Boys marring boys" is a tough one, and I think she heard about this from her pre-school (a church sponsored pre-school). I know her questions will continue to be more complicated and require more detail to answer than I'm ready for.
I always told myself (before I had kids) that I would tell my children the whole truth when they asked the tough questions. That sure is easier said than done. Just last week she asked me how she got in and where she came out of my body when she was a baby--although she did have her own, semi-correct, theory). Sometimes the truth is just too much for me too, honey.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Maddie would tell us, "I wanna watch KIDS." Brooke says, "I wanna watch big kids on TV." The DVD's are particularly useful during a long car ride. Zak has mastered the art of tuning them out (because the songs will drive you batty), but I'm still working on it. We can both sing all the songs - in order- by heart
Cedarmont Kids are a group of terribly produced children lip syncing and performing songs. Take a look and listen:
Our DVD's were a goodbye gift from the dearly missed "Ms. Tippi" from Chicago. As a daycare provider, she was no fool, and knew what it took to have a moment of silence in her home! Thanks Ms. Tippi for the gift that keeps on giving.
Friday, May 15, 2009
The children were grouped by class and performed four songs each, and then they did one final song together. The kids in the first three videos below are just Maddie's class (all are four years old). Maddie is the blonde wearing the purple dress.
Jesus Loves Me (this is their first song):
Life is a Highway: WATCH THIS ONE (complete with butt scratching, sun glasses, tambourines, and boys behaving badly with inflatable guitars):
Little Boy Blue:
Get Up, Get Up: (the entire pre-school's 2.5-5 year olds perform the finale)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
If you'd like to watch the program live from your computer, email me and I will send you the link. (I don't want to post it publicly.)
Zak and I plan on attending, and we'll be sure to take photos and video so I can post it later (for the crazies) for the friends/family who can't dedicate an hour at work to watch pre-schoolers sing some songs).
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
When Zak came up to bed I asked him what they were doing that was so funny. "Oh, nothing, we were just taking silly pictures of our feet."
"Have you seen Maddie's toes recently? They're gross and in need of some nail polish."
I found over 25 pictures on the camera this morning of them...
and their feet.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
I did take the photo above while I was on the little boat that took us out there of the incredibly beautiful crystal clear water. That black thing with a tail is the stingray that I got some lovin' from (or maybe a relative of this guy). There were lots of stingrays to play with, some little ones (about 12 inches wide) and some big ones (4 feet wide).
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
And it was! We took both girls down the water slides, played in the water, took them on a paddle boat and kayak rides. We planned to lay them both down under a palapa on a beach lounge chair to nap and spend the entire day there. BUT...Brooke had other plans. During lunch it all went to hell in a hand basket. We still don't know why or what set her off. We think it was because she was tired and needed nap, but his tantrum was so unbelievably EPIC it required photography. I don't even have the words to describe it, and I think I've blocked it out already. So, maybe she was tired, or maybe she's just TWO. It was a yell, kick, run away, lay on the floor, everyone staring while she SCREAMED kind of tantrum.
Monday, May 04, 2009
We left last Sunday, and had a great four hour drive. The Girls were wonderful in the car, watched videos, and only demanded one stop. One of the reasons we booked this particular cruise was because we didn't have to fly. Galveston is a port for Carnival, and it's just a four hour drive. We arrived in Galveston around noon, and met David and Francie for lunch. They just had a baby girl, and we finally got to meet Elle for the first time. She was so sweet and well behaved at lunch, and David and Francie got a small taste of what it is like to dine with not one, but two little impatient girls.
The Ship: Sunday
David and Francie took us to the port where we boarded the Carnival Conquest ship. The check in was a smooth process. By this point, The Girls had seen the ship, but were still probably a bit confused by it. I think they assumed we were going to spend a week on a sail or speed boat since that is what they consider a “boat” to be. We found our room, and I was honestly surprised by how SMALL it was. I expected a small room, but this was TINY. We had booked just one step down from a suite (which would have literally doubled the cost of our cruise) and had the top level balcony room. Even more shocking was the bathroom. It was slightly bigger than an airplane bathroom with a 2 foot by 2 foot stand up shower (that was still part of the bathroom!). I think this is what European bathrooms are like, one tiny space with a shower hose, toilet and sink. I should have taken a picture of the bathroom, but this is our "couch" (Maddie's bed, next to our bed).
This is a shot of Brooke's butt and Zak on our balcony, and the bottom edge of the bed (which is where Brooke's pack n play barely could be wedged in):
After the initial shock of trying to figure out how FOUR of us were going to live in such a tiny space (this was before our NINE bags of luggage had arrived to the room), we had our “muster drill.” It’s kinda like a fire drill, but instead directed us to get our life jackets and go to our life boats. Finding the life boat was not a simple task, but we did:
The life jackets were built for the average cruise customer (a 275+ pound American), and not for a 25 or 35 pound child. We were told we could "request a child sized vest,” but they never arrived. We headed to the deck party where we had our first encounter of “everything costs extra” in the form of drinks and photos. The Girls had fun exploring and waving goodbye to Galveston. This is about the time when they first saw the ice cream machines, and had their first of 1000 dishes of ice cream. Brooke, in particular, lived off of milk, pineapple and ice cream. She DEMANDED to eat pineapple for every single meal. “I wanna pie-apple!”By Monday, Zak and I were so ready to have a break from the kids that we rushed to the “Camp Carnival” and dropped the kids off. Both Girls were happy to play with new toys. The play room was huge, and they had tons of activities for them. The kids were grouped by age, and the 2-5 group was perfect for Maddie and Brooke so they could stick together. Brooke enjoyed her first day or two there, but then really didn't like it. We got called (by a phone they provided us) nearly every day because Brooke was so unhappy and cried for us. That isn't normal behavior for her. We think she was so out of her routine (staying up late, eating too much ice cream, etc.) that she was just miserable 90% of the entire cruise. This made for some very frustrating hours for Zak and I who had hoped we'd have more alone time than we did.
Maddie, on the other hand, had a blast every single day and was a total angel. She LOVED everything about cruising. She adjusted to the non-routine far better than we expected. She was so tired from all the activities that she even napped for several hours each day (we all did)!
Zak and I figured out early on that the intentional leisurely slow dining service was not going to work for Brooke. She had a tantrum in the dining room the first night. We decided to feed the girls at the casual restaurant FIRST, and then take them to the Camp Carnival so we could dine alone.
Even though our assigned seating was wisley in a sectioned off kids room, we didn't mind because the crying kids weren't OURS.
To be continued...."Jamaica Me CRAZY: Tantrum of all Tantrums" and "No Mexico for YOU, 'lil piggy."