Before the meltdown that was dropping her off at her new preschool this morning, Emmy informed me that everyone needed to dress up for Halloween.
She was recalling last Halloween and said, "I don't remember what Mama and Daddy dressed up as."
And I said, "Well, I think we just dressed up as a Mama and Daddy."
"But everyone has to dress up at Halloween, mama!" Pause. "You can dress up as a princess. Like me."
So, hooray. I get to be a princess this Halloween.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
The Little Parrot
While we were on vacation with Mom and Dad (and Mini-weez and JP), we went out to dinner. I wanted sushi, so I searched on yelp and found a place with good reviews. We headed out and put our name on the list for Sushimoto. It was a tiny space, with only about 10 tables and a bar-- and there were 7 of us. I knew we would have to wait.
About an hour later, I decided to check back in with the hostess/owner, especially since I had noticed that smaller parties who had arrived after us had been seated. This is when I realized that she had skipped over us (THREE times) and that she was going to wait until she had seven seats open rather than hold four until a 3 top opened up.
Needless to say, I was not pleased. I walked back outside and explained the situation to my family. I may have been... emphatic, but mindful of the presence of my child, I refrained from using any language stronger than "stupid," (though that one is still technically a forbidden word).
I quickly searched again, found another sushi restaurant, called them to ensure they could seat us, and we headed out. As soon as we got in the car, Emmy said, "Mama, that restaurant was stupid. That was a bad restaurant!"
And though I sighed inwardly, it's impossible not to be amused by her precociousness. "Yes, honey," I said. "That's right."
"Now we're going to a good restaurant."
"I certainly hope so." (It did, in fact, turn out to be a good restaurant-- a hibachi place, and our chef, who had a four-year-old at home, was amazing-- he spent the entire time entertaining Emmy. I'll have to do another post on the "joke" he pulled on Mama, which made Emmy laugh and laugh.)
After we got back from vacation, we expected to have Emmy start her new preschool on Monday, but they scheduled her start on Thursday instead (giving the kids more time to adjust by splitting the class in half for the week) so Emmy stayed with Grandma for a couple of days.
Yesterday, Tom told me that Emmy told Susan the following:
"Dammit. Grandma, that car cut you off. We should go catch them."
I'll give you a couple guesses as to who she might have gotten that from. Mama's going to be putting a lot of pennies in the swear jar.
About an hour later, I decided to check back in with the hostess/owner, especially since I had noticed that smaller parties who had arrived after us had been seated. This is when I realized that she had skipped over us (THREE times) and that she was going to wait until she had seven seats open rather than hold four until a 3 top opened up.
Needless to say, I was not pleased. I walked back outside and explained the situation to my family. I may have been... emphatic, but mindful of the presence of my child, I refrained from using any language stronger than "stupid," (though that one is still technically a forbidden word).
I quickly searched again, found another sushi restaurant, called them to ensure they could seat us, and we headed out. As soon as we got in the car, Emmy said, "Mama, that restaurant was stupid. That was a bad restaurant!"
And though I sighed inwardly, it's impossible not to be amused by her precociousness. "Yes, honey," I said. "That's right."
"Now we're going to a good restaurant."
"I certainly hope so." (It did, in fact, turn out to be a good restaurant-- a hibachi place, and our chef, who had a four-year-old at home, was amazing-- he spent the entire time entertaining Emmy. I'll have to do another post on the "joke" he pulled on Mama, which made Emmy laugh and laugh.)
After we got back from vacation, we expected to have Emmy start her new preschool on Monday, but they scheduled her start on Thursday instead (giving the kids more time to adjust by splitting the class in half for the week) so Emmy stayed with Grandma for a couple of days.
Yesterday, Tom told me that Emmy told Susan the following:
"Dammit. Grandma, that car cut you off. We should go catch them."
I'll give you a couple guesses as to who she might have gotten that from. Mama's going to be putting a lot of pennies in the swear jar.
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