Monday, August 29, 2011

And then they went to the park to play!

In the last two days we've had to have conversations with Moira about why we don't lock the door to the bathroom (fortunately, our locks have a slot on the outside so we can unlock them with the help of small change), and why she can't cut her own hair. Since she's never been the type to do things like that, so I'm assuming it has something to do with her recent explosion in play both by herself and with other kids. So it's totally worth it. Don't tell her this, but I'd let her cut all her hair off with her safety scissors.

As long as this keeps happening. She spent more then 20 minutes pushing Mimi on the baby swing. Talking to Mimi. Exclaiming, "Oh no! Mimi is not having fun at this park and I don't know what to do!" Occasionally at home, I hear her narrating to herself. Obviously, I haven't managed to catch that on video, or I'd include it here.
It's hard to hear her on the video, and I'm VERY loud, but she was waiting for her quilt group to come to the park for their meeting. They were all going to push their babies on the baby swings. It's hard to have a meeting when babies are crying.

Friday, August 26, 2011

How very Waldorf of us

Pin
When I was taking the laundry today, Moira asked for one of the clothespins so she could pretend it was an ice cream cone. Rather then just say no and get grouchy when she started asking "Whyyyyyy?" I remembered that I bought her mini clothespins a long time ago (long before she was capable of operating them), so I pulled those out. "Can I hang up my laundry?" she asked, so I hung up a ribbon and we got a box of her doll clothes.
Improper clothespin technique
She did four loads before she decided to take a break. Including one with paper clothes she made herself. She's actually hanging up more clothes now. It took her awhile to figure out how to hold the clothes and the pins at the same time, which is why she's holding one in her mouth in this picture. Well, that, and I tend to hold a second clothespin in my mouth while I'm pinning something up with the first one. She's really happy to have this right now, I guess I should look for a little ironing set for her too, since she's been agitating for one, but I was skeptical that it would actually be fun. Do they make wooden washer and dryers too?
Ballerina taking a bath
If you were wondering, this is what happens when I don't plan an interesting enough after nap activity. She is in love with drawing on herself lately, so it made perfect sense to draw some ballet tights on.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Small Style: Post rainy days

Have I mentioned how excited I am that Moira no longer picks the same outfits over and over? And that clothes no longer need to be strictly color coordinated? In my mind, this is how "real" kids pick out outfits, although I know that's silly.
What's that?
Stewie stayed home with us two days in a row, so Moira decided he needed a walk. And since it was a chilly 78 degrees, she needed a sweater and boots to do it. Admittedly this was after a night of rain so the ground was slightly damp. Whatever.
What?
Stewie is not a fan of being walked by Moira, and she is not a fan of the fact that he ignores all her commands. They'll work it out eventually.

On Moira:
Sweater: Just Kidd'n, sadly no longer in business
Dress: Naartje
Pants: Gymboree
Boots: Circo, used from Tree House Consignment

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The flowers are happy and so am I

Walker has been saving up his vacation days so that when the baby is born he can take the maximum amount of time off work, but he was about to accrue two extra days that would get lost if he didn't use them, so we had a long weekend as a family, which was wonderful, while being both extra tiring (because we did things), and relaxing (because he let me spend hours lying down watching TV) for me.
Avoiding the waves
The "big" activity was a two hour trip to Alki beach, as Moira has been begging to go to the beach. She was a little surprised that this beach trip was not like the one she and I took last year with friends, so we had to talk her into putting on her swimsuit and not wearing a sweatshirt on the very sunny day. She refused to go into the waves, but had a lot of fun digging in the sand with Daddy, and trying to fly her kite.
Whee!
We had actually started the day at Farm Tots, and took my car in for an oil change, and we had lunch, which is why we were only at the beach for a couple of hours. 1) There wasn't much of the day left when we got there, and 2) I was completely wiped out. Sitting in the sun and not moving is ridiculously tiring for me. We decided to stop for ice cream at Molly Moon's on the way home, and since they had replaced the strawberry lemonade sorbet with tomato basil, we decided to reintroduce dairy to Moira. We are going to do it very slowly, and I'm already not sure it is a good idea, but it's worth a shot.
Saturday Moira's friend Evelyn came over with her Dad so that he and Walker could play Portal 2 while the girls entertained each other. I went out with her mother and little brother for lunch. Then I napped the rest of the day. Sunday we had brunch at Anthony's and then did some gardening, on the hottest day of the week. That was a great plan. Monday, Walker took Moira out for the day to try and wear her out so she would go to sleep early as I was hosting my quilt group that evening. They went to Kids Quest, Moira came back with a train she made from toilet paper tubes, and was indeed completely wiped out. It didn't help her go to sleep any earlier though.
I have more pictures of the weekend, mostly of some of the interesting outfits Moira and Ithaqua wore, but I haven't gotten around to taking them off the camera yet. Hopefully the transition back to our regular schedule won't be too hard for me. It certainly helped to have rain yesterday, and it looks like today will be cooler too.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Window painting

Inspired by this and many other posts I found looking for recipes, I decided to let Moira try painting on our windows. You know, outside, so I wouldn't get annoyed at the paint getting all over, and naked, so she wouldn't get upset at paint getting all over her.
Brushing
It started out so calmly, with Moira insisting on using just one color of the three she insisted we make, and painting with a tooth brush.
Stomp in the mud
Then some paint got knocked over, and she remembered that I said she could use her fingers. After trying that out, she wanted to "Stomp in the mud!"
More bath
Every time she got paint on some part of herself, she had to wash it off, which eventually lead to a full on bath in her water table, totally her idea.
This whole process, stomp in the paint, rinse off, stomp in the paint some more, continue, was worth more then a half an hour of entertainment. And all the windows she could reach got painted. Also, because it was mostly soap and water, clean up was pretty easy. And it was a bath night, so Moira's clean up was pretty easy too.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Small Style: Fairies get married too

Danciing
While the wedding dress was being washed (and it needs to get washed again, and have the trim fixed. Uh oh.), Moira started exploring the contents of her dress up box. She also has to buy everything she wants to wear out of there, for reasons unknown to me. This is actually the third outfit she wore yesterday, and it was the first one to make it outside. She is dancing with her husband, Ithaqua.
Hugs!

Shirt, knit by my mother
Tutu, made by Pearl
Pants, Naartje
Shoes, Crocs (which I hate and refuse to link to, because they are constantly falling off her feet at inconvenient times and then we have to STOP! and sometimes cry and frantically brush off the soles of her feet, even in the middle of the street, and if anyone buys her another pair when she grows out of them, I will scream. I'm looking at you, Dad, and now you, Sika, because I said they would annoy me)
Ithaqua, made by me

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Imagination gone wild

At least if I'm still physically exhausted right now, I appear to be out of the mental exhaustion. I think I've taken more pictures of Moira in the last week then I did in all of June and July. And now I'm going to spam them on the internet! Yay!
Parumpapapum
Inspired by an episode of Cailou she saw at least a month ago, Moira decided to make a drum. I managed to let her figure out how to do it, even though she needed my help. Usually when we point out she needs a string for something, she goes to draw one at her art table, and asks me to cut it out.
March!
This time, she found the ribbon (attached to an old balloon) and then asked me to tie it onto the tin. When I pointed out that that wouldn't work, she suggested we stick the ribbon inside the lid. I tied knots in it, to circumvent the obvious problem with that idea, and she ran off. Of course the lid popped off, and the ribbon fell out. After a couple of times of that, I asked what we should do. She suggested tape, and I made her show me where the tape should go (on the ribbon, inside the tin). The ribbon stayed on, but the lid still popped off, so she asked for more tape and showed me how to tape the lid on.
Drummer girl
Now she has a functioning drum, which she's been taking on a lot of parades outside. She always uses the same spoon and fork set as drumsticks, despite my suggestion of chopsticks, and unreasonable demands that they be kept in the kitchen.
When I make a demand that she thinks is unreasonable now, she tells me "You are not being fair! You need to be reasonable!" I'm not entirely sure where she got that phrasing from.
No babies!
Moira also made this sign, to hang on the wall between her bedroom door and ours, so that the new baby knows it's not allowed in either of our rooms. The faint white lines are another person, and I think the faint yellow lines are the words. I am pretending that the brown person is Walker because the way she drew the eyes look like glasses to me, but I didn't actually ask.
I helped her hang it up, but I pointed out that when the baby is born it will be sleeping in my room, so her sign can't keep the baby out of there. I'll stop here and save the pictures of naked window painting for another post.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A little bride

I think we can count the wedding dress I made for Moira as an unqualified success. I think she wore it every day last week, and the only reason she hasn't worn it today is because it got wet yesterday and I decided that would be a good time to give it a wash. Shockingly, my request that it only be worn inside has been ignored, but since it's not as see through as I thought it would be, that's okay.
Wedding site
Getting married by the horses to her husband, named either Paula or Polie. The husband is a different person then her boyfriend, apparently. I hope she's told them about each other.
Driving in gravel is hard
Driving to the hospital immediately after the wedding to have their baby. Despite appearances, her husband is driving.
Jump!
Playing with her pet cat (the polar bear) while waiting for her boyfriend. This was yesterday, and I'm ridiculously proud of myself for actually going outside and watching her play for awhile. And then managing to make dinner. Being pregnant does not make me the most interesting mother.
Push off
Her husband was pushing her on the swing because I wouldn't. She wanted me to keep taking pictures too, and since I could do that sitting down, it seemed like the easier choice.
After her dress got wet, she decided to dress like a fairy, but I wasn't allowed to take a picture of that.

Friday, August 12, 2011

It's too bad I already posted my {This Moment} for the week

Like my makeup?
When I came upstairs so the baby sitter could head home, this is what Moira's face looked like. She decided to put on some makeup (using red chalk) while Faye was in the bathroom. Moira did not want to let me take pictures of this, because it was "too special," so I promised we would print a copy for her photo album so she could always remember.

{This Moment} Bug face

Bug face
Inspired by SouleMama, a Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Two things

Moira and Evelyn getting married (with Daddy)
"Moira and Evelyn getting married (and Daddy)" 2011
This is the first time Moira has ever titled a picture like this. She has certainly told me what she was painting before (last night it was a lake and chicken nuggets), but this was the title. She also let me know when she was drawing the individual parts of it, her, Evelyn, Daddy. I checked, and this is a picture of her and Evelyn getting married, with Daddy in attendance. He is not also getting married.
Fling!
This is her favorite activity lately. She has been spending a lot of time outside shoveling the gravel in our parking strip to "build a palace" but I have been lax in taking pictures. Partly because she never wants me to take her picture, and partly because I'm tired and I don't want to attract her attention when she's doing something that doesn't require my input.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Moira's wedding plans

We went to the zoo today, and many, many things seemed to remind Moira of weddings. There was even a little girl wearing a gauzy white dress. I told her that people have weddings at the zoo, and I'm expecting that knowledge to get integrated into her plans soon. So far, here are her plans for her wedding, and married life.

She will get married in Seattle, and then she and her husband will ride the carousel. She will ride one of the horses that doesn't move.
Her husband is going to be a pirate.
I am going to make her wedding dress, and while she sleeps a handkerchief and a tiara with a veil.
I will also be driving her and her husband to their wedding, and then to the airport where they will fly to their new castle in Africa.
They will have triplets at the hospital, and she will feed the babies milk from a bottle.
Their new neighbors in Africa will wear hats and bring them a swing and a trampoline to put in their yard. Then I can come and visit.