Last week, Love Bug showed high interest in cutting paper. So, being the fantastic mother I am, I helped her pick out her very own pair of children’s sized scissors. Not only would they fit her hand better than the large scissors I use but the end is blunted so if running with scissors ever happens, things are a little less dire.
We brought the scissors home and Bug got busy cutting every bit of paper I could find for her to cut. Newspaper, magazines and scratch paper. I was monitoring her and felt good because she hadn’t tried cutting anything inappropriate yet and she was having a good, productive time. (She had ASKED to cut some non-cutable items but no attempts.)
Later that day, MJ, Bug and I went for a walk/sprint since the weather was pleasant. During our walk, I noticed what I thought was gunk or food stuck to Bug’s black pant leg. I thought it would fall off during some of the running she was doing but it didn’t move. When I went to brush it off her leg, that’s when I realized what it was – a hole.
Yup. Despite my 5-star parental monitoring skills, she cut a hole in her pants. Not only was I shocked that I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but I could hardly believe that her children’s scissors were sharp enough for cutting fabric. My adult scissors rarely do it well!
Guess the next scissors time requires 6-star monitoring.
Score one for the scissors.
Then, another fine parenting moment:
For half of the time in our once-a-week “school” class (45 minutes), all the parents meet to discuss various parenting topics while all the children stay in the room for more play time. It happens every week and usually Love Bug hardly says good-bye because she really enjoys all the interaction with other children and teachers and all the activities there are to do.
Last week, Love Bug kindly explained why I really go to the parenting discussions. While walking to the bathroom with her teacher, Love Bug said the following:
“My mom goes to her meeting when she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.”
This would have been embarrassing enough if it was just the teacher that heard it but in fact, a para from another room heard Bug’s statement as well. Both told me about it afterwards and shared a good laugh.
I’m not sure where she got her idea from. Thankfully neither teacher thought it was something I had told her. But Love Bug says things with such conviction, I wonder if they had to think about it for a bit.
The picture below is of Love Bug’s puppy Zoey – a smaller, quieter, cleaner, less neurotic version of the labradoodle that used to live with MJ and me before Love Bug was born. (That Zoey now lives with MJ’s kind parents.)
Love Bug put Zoey on our bed, looking out the window, so he/she could watch her while she played outside. I love the way she thinks.
And who says children need lots and lots of toys? Love Bug can make up stories with just about anything. One day, it was toothbrushes, cotton balls and Q-tips.
Also, Pink Baby had some major ear wax build-up that Love Bug had to clean out.
Lastly, here is a picture of one doozie of a bruise Love Bug sustained recently. For the size and depth (the lump was huge!), she hardly cried when she bumped it. MJ and I were flabbergasted when it showed up the following day.
But with the weather warming up outside and outdoor activities resuming, her knees and shins are sprinkled with various bruises and boo-boos. Part of being a kid, I suppose.
The sun is out and it’s wonderful!
Take care!
-amy c
