Friday, September 30, 2011

Lesson learned

Fiber One cereal bars are just not a good idea for toddlers.  Especially when potty training.  I'll spare you the gory details.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


Is it wrong that I felt slightly victorious when Rosie said, "I don't wanna be punished"?  Let me explain...

You are probably aware by now that at 2 1/2 years of age Rosie is slightly incorrigible and rambunctious.  When she does something she isn't supposed to do, her usual punishment is to go to her room.  We try to warn her about her impending punishment by telling her to stop whatever it is that she shouldn't be doing, and we'll say, "Rosie, you don't want to be punished, do you?"  There is nothing more frustrating than her answer of late: "Okay!"

So today, when I caught her in her brother's playpen for the fourth time in about 18 hours, I hauled her out of the playpen and up the steps, telling her that she had to be punished since she didn't listen.  As we stomped up the 14 stairs to her room, she pouted, "I don't wanna be punished."

My inner voice said, "Yes!"

Sunday, September 25, 2011

She knows what she wants

In church this morning, Rosie announced, "I need a fresh diaper."  I'm glad she is starting to recognize this, because hopefully soon (like before she's 13) she'll start telling me before she needs to go; however, in the middle of Mass was just not the time to change her diaper, so we told her we would take care of it after church.  My sister was holding her, and Rosie said she wanted to get down, so she obliged.  Then Rosie said, "I lay here," climbed onto the bench, and assumed the position.

But she still says "No Jesus"

While she was sitting around with Daddy, Aunt Ri, and Baby Zack, Rosie was apparently moved by the Spirit, because she grabbed their hands and said, "Let's pray.  Bess O Lord, ese eye gifts.  Baby Zack, gimme you hand.  Bess O Lord, ese eye gifts."

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Too much Ariel?

The Rosiegirl was playing in the living room, and I heard her saying something over and over: "The little tramp!"  First I thought, "Where in the world did she hear that???"  And then it occurred to me... that's what Ursula says in The Little Mermaid when she's sees Ariel with Eric.

What prompted Rosie to say this, I have no idea, but it gave me a good chuckle.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

For shame

This just in.... Daddy caught Rosie trying to climb into her brother's walker (again).  He called her out on it, and she said, "Don't look at me!"

I call her Gretel

Rosie likes to eat her food throughout the house, which I know is my fault because I let her do it.  You never know what you will find where, especially because she likes to put things in containers.  Everything to her is a container, especially purses.  You also never know how old things are when you find them.  I recently found some petrified pieces of clementine that I had to sniff to determine whether they were real or plastic.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


I won a prize package from PBS Kids and Jet Blue's Soar with Reading partnership, and it arrived today.  Rosie was with me when I opened it.   She is in love with PBS kids, so as I peered inside at all the PBS Kids loot, I said to my husband, "Oh, she's gonna have a cow!"

Doing her usual impatient tiptoe dance, Rosie kept trying to look into the bag and said, "I wanna see the cow!"  The poor thing is still carrying the bag around asking where the cow is.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Sunday night

The family spent the day at my parents' house today, and a heartbreaking scene began to unfold as my sister got ready to home.  She told Rosie that maybe Rosie could visit her apartment this week, but Rosie thought that meant now.  My sister tried to say goodbye to her, and Rosie, whose lip seemed to be three times its normal size, said tearfully, "I wanna go with you!  Of course I'm coming with you, of course!"

She was somewhat placated with a lollipop.

Then we got into our car and headed home.  We had been in the car for about a minute when Rosie joyfully announced, "This is the way home!"

Oh, to have the attention span of a two-year-old.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Neighborhood watch

The public school buses stop right outside our house, and Rosie has always liked to watch "the boys and girls" come and go.

The middle school kids especially are always noisy, and this afternoon as she was watching the kids leave the bus and disperse, Rosie frowned and said, "The boys and girls are causing trouble.  Look, Mommy, they're walking on my grass!"

Who knew a two-year-old could be disdainful of other ruffians?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Oh my darling, oh my darling

I'm wondering how many clementines per day is too many for a 2-year-old.  Because Rosie is on number 3 (or is it 4...?) and it's only two in the afternoon.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Barilla shout-out

I have to take a moment to sing Barilla's praises.  My girl loves pasta, but she doesn't really eat a lot of vegetables.  Tonight we gave her Barilla's Piccolini Mini Rotelle with Zucchini and Spinach (which she picked out, by the way).  She ate it just like she eats every other noodle we give her -- didn't even notice it had vegetables in it -- and loved the fact that it was green.

Thank you, Barilla, for making my job just a little bit easier.
(And no, they did not pay me to post this.)

Adventures in Potty Training

We've been trying to get Rosie interested in using the potty chair.  One day at my parents' house, we had her in training pants and were sending her every so often to sit on the potty chair, which my parents keep in the kitchen so she won't have to run upstairs.  On this particular day, we were watching Lady and the Tramp, and I told her it was time to sit on the potty.  She went, but she still wanted to watch the movie, so she started scooting the chair (while sitting on it) toward the living room so she could still see the television.  Someone saw her dilemma and thought to help her by picking up her and the chair and moving her to the living room.  After a few minutes, I asked Rosie if she had done anything on the potty, and she said no and got up and walked away.

Turns out it's a good thing she didn't do anything because as I leaned over to check, all I saw was a gaping hole where the bowl should have been.  It had fallen out in transit.

Friday, September 2, 2011

I need a young priest and an old priest...

Coming home from vacation on a Sunday, we had to stop out of town to attend Mass.  This means we also had to take both kids to church with us.  As we were driving to church, we told Rosie that we were going to church so we could pray to Jesus.  Using her "scary monster" voice, she said over and over again, "Nooo Jeeeeesuuuuuus."

No, her head wasn't spinning.  We checked.


We turned the air conditioner in the house off about two weeks ago.  Rosie's room is upstairs, so it's a little warmer up there than on the first floor.  On her bed, she has an enormous duvet that is about twice the size of her expandable bed, and she has a crib sheet, which was mine when I was little and which she calls her "ruggy."  Every time she sleeps in her bed, whether it's at night or just for a nap, I try to cover her up with the sheet and I tell her that the blanket will be too hot.  And every time, she tells me, "No, blanket's cold.  Ruggy's too hot."  Clearly she doesn't understand hot and cold.  If I fold up the blanket and cover her with the sheet anyway, after I go downstairs I'll hear her get out of bed and in the morning she'll be covered up with her blanket, with the sheet on the chair.

And every time she sleeps with her blanket, she wakes up with her hair drenched with sweat, but she's perfectly happy.  That's my little sweatyhead.