Sunday, May 3, 2009

A Few Items

1. With Facebook, Friendfeed, Jaiku, Twitter, Picasa,etc, etc, etc... (list goes on, and on, and on, and on) is there a need for blogs anymore?
2. Can't remember #2..

Anyway, at least a couple things worth mentioning here.  First was Leslie's run to the urgent care the other day.  I walked in and she was hunched over the sink in the kitchen, and as I opened the door to enter I heard Emily asking, "mommy, do you need a bigger bandaid?"  So, after looking at the blood streaming out of her finger, we decided to take a quick trip to the doctor.  They ended up bandaging it up, and giving her a shot (she loved that part..)

I posted a pic from "back stage" at Emily's puppet show.  Now, while that probably seems like something I'd be begging to do anyway, it was not by choice I was back there.  Per the norm, as soon as the puppet show began, Emily began spinning out of control, crying herself into a pretty good frenzy.  We kept telling her to head back over with her class to get started, and she finally did, but cried through the first show (involving some of her classmates).  After the first one was over, she went sprinting back over to us, and I took her outisde the classroom.  I, as you can imagine, don't have a lot of patience for this side of my daughter, but I tried as best I could to calm her down ("stop crying. stop crying. stop crying" -- yeah, in retrospect, probably could have been a little more thoughtful) then I told her she needed to go in and participate.  Her response,

"Will you come with me?"

Lots of previous battles flashed before my eyes, and at that moment, my priority was to get her to do the puppet show, so I caved and said yes.  So, there I go with Emily, walking back in with the other pre-k-ers, and ducked down beneath the bookcase as far as I could while they started singing.  While I thought that was going to be good enough, not so with Emily.  She grabbed my hand, and forced it up with hers while she held her puppet frog over the edge.  While this was happening, I managed to get one picture, which was posted.  So, there's the story behind that pic :)

Benjamin still doesn't feel like using our names yet, although he says "What is it?" or "What is that?" All of the time.  No, I don't think he knows what he's saying, but it's pretty funny to listen to.

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