Posts Tagged ‘preschooler’

The Big K

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

Cat Tests Out the Drum

March is kindergarten registration month in our school district and for the first time we are registering one of our children. Catherine will begin kindergarten this fall. Although she’s still on the young side with an October birthday we think she’s definitely ready and we welcome the structure it will bring to her.

I filled out the lengthy packet of paperwork the other night, having to stop myself from filling out my own information as I have been doing my entire life. I answered questions about my daughter that I have never even considered before. I tried to honestly assess her skills and readiness and was amazed by all the things she can do and aware of those things she can’t. I understand that it’s not an entrance exam and that she’ll be registered for kindergarten regardless, but I think like most parents I would be happy if I knew she could do all of those things.

Thursday my husband will hand in her paperwork, the many, many forms and checklists, copies of physicals and immunizations and of course her birth certificate. At that time he’ll receive our appointment date for the month of May when the actual screening occurs. Hubby of course is excited about the screening. He’s been planting all sorts of seeds of mischief that he hopes will take root.

Me? I’m just hoping that when asked to sing she doesn’t launch into The Lumberjack Song from Monty Python.

Happy Birthday Maxwell!

Monday, February 2nd, 2009

Today the youngest member of our family turns 3. While I was amazed last year when Max turned 2, this year I am totally blown away by the fact that he’s now a full-fledged kid. Last year at this time he hardly spoke, now he tells his feelings on a regular basis, can describe the events of a book or movie, and can actually tell you about his day if asked. He loves to jump and play, read books to himself in bed, pretend on any given day that he’s a pirate, a knight, or Batman. He loves to be outside, especially in the woods and looking at him playing there, clad in jeans, boots, and plaid remind me so of my father. He loves animals and worries about their wellbeing when he sees them alone outside. He is extremely sensitive and we find that we sometimes have to shelter him from harshness. Yet he is so strong and determined that his confidence can astound me. He is able to plan ahead and scheme, something that I both love and loathe simultaneously, yet I do admit that I appreciate his foresight. Especially when he thinks to pick up something I’ve forgotten or is one step ahead of me. I’ll admit that I’ve never enjoyed age 3 and am a firm believer that it is not the terrible twos, but rather the threes that are harder to contend with. I dread seeing my calm, gentle one enter this trying age, but I have hope that maybe he’ll surprise me. His sister, now aged 4, is much calmer than she was previously, so I do realize that it’s just one of many phases he’ll go through.

Happy Birthday Little Dude! We love you!

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The Ongoing Saga of the Pegasus

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

After obtaining the much requested Pegasus this holiday season I thought my holiday gift-giving to the kids was complete…

..until our recent trip to the mall.

We had done a fairly good job this holiday season of avoiding the mall and it’s chaos. However the other night found Catherine in need of a haircut and Chuck in need of a few errands, so off we went. It wasn’t until I saw the jolly old elf sitting in all his glory in the middle of the mall that I remembered that it was once again the time of year where swarms of children came to the mall to sit upon his lap, have their photo taken for posterity and share their wishes. As soon as Catherine spied Santa she wanted to see him. I obliged, for truly how can one tell a 4 year old that they can’t stop to talk to Santa? I also quickly realized that somehow this had managed to be the first Santa we had seen all season. This year, the department stores seemed void of Santas. Catherine took her turn visiting with Santa and was very polite throughout the process. We decided to skip the photo opportunity but she gladly accepted a candy cane and positively bubbled with excitement when she was finished.

Then I asked her about her conversation with Santa and things went downhill from there.

” I asked him for a diamond castle doll,” she said proudly.

I was already familiar with the diamond castle doll, it was one of two items that had been included in her letter to Santa.

“Oh, and did you ask for anything else?” I asked her, trying to play innocent.

“No.” she said rather matter-of-factly. “I only asked for one thing.”

“Hmmm,” I replied, still trying to play a bit coy. “I thought in your letter to Santa you wrote down two items on your list?  Wasn’t there another toy you asked for? Something to do with Dora?”

“I don’t want that toy anymore,” she told me. “I only want a diamond castle doll.”

I tried to remain calm, but meanwhile my mind was going a mile a minute. Here I had gone to all of this trouble to get her the toy she wanted this Christmas and here she was a week before Christmas telling me she no longer wanted it!

I reminded myself that children were fickle and that I was sure that she would like the presents that she opened just fine and be more than happy with her Dora doll. However I kept having a nagging feeling about the entire situation, especially as she proudly talked to the hair stylist about her visit with her Santa and the diamond castle doll she had asked for, or when she continued to talk about it for the subsequent days following being sure to tell anyone that she could that she has asked for this doll for Christmas.

A few days later I tried to gently remind her of the letter she wrote to Santa, preparing her a bit for the potential disappointment of Santa not bringing everything we ask for.

“You know Catherine, you wrote two things in your letter to Santa, he might be already working on your presents by now. It might be too late for changes,”  I told her.

“It’s ok Mom, don’t worry about it,” she told me in response. “I talked to Santa and he said if I was a good girl I would get what I asked for. I told him all about the diamond castle doll so he knows.”

Now of course I realized exactly how precarious this situation was. While I didn’t want to spoil, or overindulge my daughter, I also didn’t want to be the one responsible for breaking Santa’s promise. I also realized that she REALLY thought she had talked to Santa.

I spent several more days doing my best to stick to my guns and my original plan, but finally decided that the world was trying to tell me to just get the damn doll and stop agonizing over it. Friday afternoon when I arrived at daycare to pick up the kids one of the assistants told me that the toys store that she works at part time is closing. She said Catherine had been talking about the diamond castle doll all day and that the dolls were now on clearance if I was interested.

I finally broke down this weekend and picked up one of the dolls on clearance, which made me feel a bit better since I wasn’t paying full price. Of course I picked up one last little item for Max to even the score and now consider myself done.

Perhaps I overthink things too much. In the end I just hope everyone has a happy Christmas.

The Art of Hunting a Pegasus

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

I had promised a followup to my previous post and have yet to do so.

I’ll be the first to admit that I had never hunted for a Pegasus before. I wasn’t sure what conditions they preferred or the best way to capture one without notice. :)

With that said, shortly after Catherine asked for a Pegasus for Christmas I went online to Amazon and priced them out. To my dismay, the one that she wanted was typically priced $44.95. That was more than I was willing to spend for a lump of mechanical plastic that I wasn’t sure would  be played with longer than the week past Christmas.

However the sucker in me couldn’t get past the fact that she had only asked for two items…AND that the other item she asked for was a Barbie doll of which she already had several. I wanted Santa’s gift to really WOW her on Christmas morning. So with that in mind I made it my mission to find this Pegasus for the cheapest price I could. I scoured the internet, perused for coupons, checked the daily sales fliers, but to my dismay it seemed to hold steady at that price.

The following Saturday lo and behold an email land in my inbox from Kohl’s advertising the blessed thing on sale. Since we have no Kohl’s where I live I was forced to go online and search for it. I found it at the sale price and put it in my shopping cart. However, I’m never able to leave well enough alone. I decided that I might like to poke around the Kohl’s site a bit longer. I shopped a bit more and by the time I had finished and went to pay for my items the Pegasus had sold out. I was beyond irate, and of course mostly angry at myself.

A few hours later in the Saturday mail a flier from Kmart arrived. Displayed promptly on the front page was Dora riding her Pegasus in all her glory at half the regular price! I knew though that I was beyond the point of obsession and that Chuck already thought me insane. I made a pact with myself that I would wait it out and on Monday I would go there on my lunch break and see if there were any in stock. If I found one on the shelf it was meant to be, if not, then I would know that it was time to move on.

At lunchtime Monday I headed over and found the Dora section of toys easily. Given that it was holiday time there was an overabundance of all types of toys overflowing into every aisle but I didn’t see a Pegasus anywhere in sight. I did however locate the empty marker where the toy should have been. I took that as my sign that it was time to give up and I decided to head to the Barbie section and at least see if they had the other item on her list. It was then that I saw it. Slightly hidden behind stacks of other playsets was a lone Pegasus on the shelf. It was far from home and misshelved, most likely abandoned by some parent who had changed their mind at the last moment. I held it in my hands for a few moments and read the box from top to bottom carefully like I was really somehow going to change my mind now that I had found it simply because I didn’t care for the wording on the box. I headed to the checkout and purchased it, gleefully bringing it in to work to show all of the other women whose children had outgrown Santa, but who enjoy knowing what this year’s hot toy is and the struggle I went through to get it.

The big question is….will she be wowed?