Me, You, My, Yours

Okay, one day my daughter will read this and on that day she will disown me (or at least have a good start to her file for the psychiatrist). It is just too easy but I have to remind myself 30 yr old nerd vs 4 yr old princess - not really a fair fight.



Every week during the school year at school my daughters class focuses one letter of the alphabet. This week just happens to be M. Every day that I pick her up, we spend the ride home (doing what now class, if you read the posts you know) talking about her day. We try and find things in the car or outside that start with the letter of the week or she tells me the new words she has learned. By the way, really hard to come up with words that start with a specific letter on demand!

So we are going through M words: mitten, Michigan, man, mom, mama, Mickey Mouse, Minnie.... stuck for a moment. She tells me that she learned a new M word, me... and here went the conversation (M=Me, D=Daughter).

D: I know another M word, ME!
M: You?
D: No, ME!
M: That is what I said, You?
D: Ugh, NO ME!
M: You? That doesn't start with M.
D: No, I said ME.. not you.
M: Oh, ME! Yes, that starts with M.

But she doesn't get it. There is no grasping of what is going on. I guess I won't play "Who's on First" for her yet. Yet, it doesn't stop.... no, I won't bore you with the next conversation, play the above again using the following equation (nerd):

Me-> My
You -> Yours

It is people like me that help keep talks shows on the air. At least I make a contribution.

Sorry DD, it is only because I love you that I pick on you (at least that is what my Dad told me all these years!)

Every parent thinks....

Okay, I know it because I think it.... Every parent thinks their child is the smartest and the absolute cutest kid they have ever seen. I know this, really I do but I am still one of them. I've tried not to be but that is just more work than it needs to be.


Another blast from the past from when our dear daughter was a mere 2 years old. The cutest things she would say that would make us wonder when she would start college, she was such a genius. No really, I mean it - the product of two engineers has to be a genius, right?


Well, it was breakfast time and because we are totally cool parents, we let her pick the food we eat for breakfast on the weekends (that makes us cool... look it doesn't take much, we are engineers!). After much thought and deliberation she had made her decision and it was just too precious.... we had never heard it before, ever. I mean she had to be the first to have coined the phrase, I just know it!


There is no other way this term has ever before been used and will only be used in the future because she used it. No way, I started the copyright paperwork right away, I mean really genius. Now once I tell you this word, this shining moment of brilliance and innocence, please don't comment and tell me that your child did it as well, I refuse to listen, to accept....


That weekend we began the tradition of....














CANPAKES!






(Told you totally cute and unique, I know!)

I LUV......

If my dear daughter grows up without a sense of humor it won't be my fault!

I can't help it, it is just so much fun to mess with my dear daughter, it really is. But sometimes it is just too easy.

We finally have our daughter to the point where we tell her to go and get dressed. I don't care if she matches if it saves me 10 minutes in the morning. This was Super Bowl Sunday (not really a big day in our house but we were having a few people over to gorge and watch the commercials and play Rockband during the game!) and she was getting out her clothes and I was getting dressed.

She came into my room proudly holding up her shirt that she picked out. She announced that it said "I LOVE MAMA". In actuality the shirt read:

I Y Tommy

I read to her what it said.... followed by "Who is Tommy? And are you in love with him?". Oh, that didn't go well, so here is the conversation (M being ME and D being Dear Daughter):

M: Who is Tommy? And are you in love with him?
D: No, I don't know Tommy.
M: Then why does your shirt say you love him?
D: I don't. I didn't put it there.
M: Why are you wearing it if you don't love Tommy?
D: It is sparkly. I like it.
M: Like Tommy or Love Tommy, make up your mind.
D: Stop it, I'm mad.

Followed by the stomping of the 4 year old back to her room. I left it alone for a bit, really I did. We went downstairs and she tried to tell her Dad about our conversation. Well, he fed right into it. So he started picking on her about Tommy only to get the same reaction of 4 year old anger.

I just couldn't stay out of it, I introduced to our daughter 'the song'. Think about it people, what song could it be.... none other than..... Daughter and Tommy sitting in a tree, K...I...S...S...I...N...G

I laughed, she stomped and threw a hissy. So we stopped, I mean why push it.

The evening comes with no more mention of my future son in law, Tommy. Until..... guests arrived. Grandma started right in where we left off....

Poor kid but great laughs!