Sunday Scribblings: Sweet Demands

standard March 22, 2010 2 responses

“I WANT my water!”

You name it, Little L has probable demanded it.

A tangerine, her water, a cookie. Something, anything. No hesitation for this child, when she wants something, she wants it now, and she won’t take lightly to being told she can’t have it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” Is my stock answer.

“Please. I want my water.” She replies.

“Close, but you can do better. Can you ask me nicely?”

Her blank gaze speaks volumes. She said please. She did ask nicely. What more do I want?

“You say: ‘Please, can I have some water?'”

“Please I can have some water?” She asks again. If she were older the request would be accompanied with a roll of her pretty blue eyes and if it weren’t then she’d roll them when I answered.

“Oh! L! Thank you for asking so nicely. Of course you can have some water. Let me get you some!”

This exchange has been going on for weeks and I was starting to wonder if she would ever learn to ask nicely for anything without being prompted time and time again.

And then, this weekend, she looked at me sweetly and asked “Mommy, can I have some candy?”

Which would have been lovely and perfect… if it hadn’t been 9am at the time.

This post was inspired by the Sunday Scribblings prompt “Demands.” Click on the prompt to see how others were inspired!

A different kind of snow day

standard February 8, 2010 1 response

I found the gloves in the deep recesses of one of the suitcases we took to Ohio. The hat was shoved under a pile of outgrown clothes in the corner of the kids’ room. And I’m hoping that her snow jacket is somewhere in my car.

Tomorrow C has a snow day. Oh, not like the snow day that countless kids in the North East are having tomorrow. No, we do snow days differently out here. We don’t have to shovel the drive, salt the roads, or plan countless indoor activities for home bound kids.

Instead, on snow day we go to school and play in the snow.

That’s right. Tomorrow C’s preschool is bringing in snow for the kids to play in. For a glorious couple of hours they’ll get to roll around in the snow making snow angels, have snowball fights, and build snow men. Once they’ve had their fill of playing in the snow, they’ll go back to class to get changed into warm dry clothes and have hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. Because you can’t have a snow day without hot cocoa.

Then I’ll pick her up and take her home. And I’ll let the snow clothes get lost once again. Because really? We’re not going to need them again until next December when we head East for Christmas.

You have to love living in California sometimes.

Irony – I haz it.

standard November 15, 2008 1 response

“C, honey, I need you to listen carefully, because when you don’t listen and mommy has to say the same thing four times it makes her very, very cranky.” I’m kneeling in front of her, eyes locked on hers, doing my best to stay calm after a long day of being ignored and whined at a lot.
I’m tired. Very tired. Last night C woke me up twice, Little L once, and both girls were up at 6:15. I’ve been tired for a long time. Possibly for the 15 months since I last slept through the night. Possibly longer. I can’t remember.
C looks up at me with a concerned, compassionate look on her sweet little face. “You know, Mommy, when you are very cranky it means you should get more sleep.”

Irony – We haz it by the bucketful ’round these parts.