One of Lucy’s favorite things at school is being a “helper”
There’s a Line Leader, a Teacher’s Helper, a Weather Helper, and one other that escapes me but I think is the Snack Helper
On the days she is a helper, this is the first thing she tells me when I arrive to pick her up….and she declares it with such happiness and pride in her voice
Much like her mother, Lucy is a bit of a teacher’s pet
She especially loves being a Weather Helper – you get to look out the window and then post the forecast for the day on the weather board
One day, I picked her up and she ran into my arms screaming with delight
Mama! Today I was the weather helper! The weather helper Mama! Today, I WAS THE WEATHER HELPER!!!!!
You were?! Oh honey, I’m so proud of you! Well, how did it go? How was the weather today?
Lucy stepped back, twisted her lips as if she was thinking and answered, ever so thoughtfully and clearly
It was good…. (with a knowing squint of her eyes and pursing of her lips)
Not great, but good
Oh my word girls!
We live in a townhouse, which is in turn part of an Association
Sean is on the Board of Trust for the Association (he will tell you I bullied him into it because I felt there needed to be a voice of reason on the board…and he’s right…I did….there is no way I could be on it –I’d set democracy back 200 years…so I guess that makes him my Manchurian Candidate)
A few Sundays ago, the Board conducted their annual Spring Walk Through of the property – so Lucy and I were left to our demise
We came up with the brilliant idea to make moon sand….now the real stuff is pretty cool bit in a jam, one can make a pretty good batch of moon sand with flour (4 cups) and Baby Oil (as much as you need to get desired texture, we used close to a cup)
At first, I thought we should use 8 cups of flour, Lucy said 100…….glad I followed my instinct to start small as 4 cups of flour is more than one might realize
Within minutes, we had our moon sand mixed up and for the next 45 minutes, we made moon sand castles, pizzas, pies and cup cakes
We ran our fingers through it, buried our hands in it and made a big ant hill (we used raisins for the ants)
Then, we grabbed some of Lucy’s (plastic) animals and made a jungle for them
We pulled out measuring cups and measuring spoons to assist us in our creations
And in the process, we managed to track moon sand from one end of the first floor to the other and everywhere in between…….and of course we were covered from head to toe……
At one point, we stood back and assessed the fun we were having (read damage we had done) and Lucy says
Mama! We better clean this up before Daddy gets home….
Yeah Mama…when Daddy get home, he will look at all this mess(now as she said this, she of course waved her arms around to illustrate her point and the moon sand she had clenched in her little hands went flying)
and he’ll say
(she unclenched her hands dropping whatever moon sand was left in her hands, positions her hand on her hips, bends ever so slightly at the waist and then tilts her head and torso back as she looks around the room)
Oh my word girls!(throws her arms up in the air over her head and brings one hand to her mouth has if to cover up her shock and says)
Look at this mess you made! Oh girls……
Lucy collapses in a fit of laughter as do I because she pretty much nailed her Dad
So I got out the vacuum, Lucy picked up the animals and 15 minutes later, with most of the mess cleaned up……….
…………. Sean walked in….....………………………..Took a look around…......
Oh my word girls……!
Cat got your tongue?
Lucy was never a biter
She went through a phase when she was a pusher but she was never a biter
A couple weeks ago, when I picked her up, Miss Stacey informed me she had an incident report for me to sign
An incident sounds far worse than an accident report (which I have to sign a lot with my kid) and it is
Miss Stacey, in her ever gentle and fair way, explained to me that Lucy had bitten another child less than an hour ago during clean up time
My first question was is the other child okay, was the skin broken? And my second question was Lucy bit someone?
Stacey assured me the other child was fine
Then she explained the circumstances surrounding the incident (Lucy and her friend had reached for the same toy during pick up, neither would relinquish toy, Lucy bit said child in an effort to get her to drop the toy in question)
Stacey also assured me Lucy had been spoken to and understood what she had done, why it was not the right thing to do and to try and use her words
When there is an issue at school, if the teachers have addressed it, I do not feel the need to re-visit it with Lucy - she’s already been spoken to
I do feel the need to reinforce the behaviors they encourage (listening ears, using words not hands) but I am not going to reprimand her for something that has already occurred, something I was not there for and something the teachers have already spoken to her about (that would be like yelling at a dog two hours after he peed on the floor)
So on the drive home, I asked Lucy how her day was
It was good Mama….except for when I bit ______
Oh? I waited for her to continue curious to see if the story matched what I had been told
Yeah Mama. We were putting the toys away and I wanted to put (whatever the toy was she said) away and ______ came over and we both had it and I was getting frusterated (not a spelling error, Lucy’s spoken word) and I told her I was puttin’ it away and she said no so I bit her!
Right here Mama (she held up her arm and showed me on her hand where she bit the victim)….and then ______ cried and I cried
Why did you cry honey?
Because ________was (crying) and I felt sad…and Miss Stacey was sad I bit _____ and I no like it when Miss Stacey is sad……and she was sad ‘cause I no have any words to use………
Trying to be empathetic without losing the lesson I said
So now you know right honey? Instead of using your hands or your teeth, you have to try really hard to find your words….just take a deep breath and wait for your words come......
I know Mama…..she sort of shook her head and put her chin down on her chest
She paused for a moment before she spoke again
Sometimes Mama, I can’t find my words….I don’t know where they go….do you know where they are?
Oh Luce Goose….I know sometimes it’s hard to find your words…..sometimes Mummy can’t find her words either..…sometimes, Mummy gets so frustrated I don’t even know what to say and
(Lucy interrupts me)
So you say Shit Mama?
TuesdayWe’re still working on potty training
(editor’s note: I’m not all freaked out or worried about this….to us this is one of those things we need to let Lucy set the pace on so we are not at all worried or panicked or concerned that there is something wrong….we just keep encouraging her to use the potty)
On the way home one night last week, Lucy declares
Mama, my friends wear underwear….I think I want to wear underwear too
Well that’s great Lucy
Yeah Mama! I have owl underwear at home I can wear
Yep, you sure do….when we get home would you like to put on your underwear to practice?
No thank you Mama, I wanna wait till I get bigger
Oh….well when do you think that will be?
Muscles like PopeyeIn March, we were lucky enough to spend a few days with my brother and his family while they were in Maine for vacation
John and Christina have three boys: Jack (7, 8 in July) Gregory (6) and Alexander (3.5)
These boys are boys in every sense of the word: they are fearless, love Star Wars, wrestle, fight, karate chop the air, and love to flex their muscles
When they would finish eating, they’d raise their arms and beg anyone who was standing there to feel their muscles
Lucy has subsequently picked up this habit
When she finishes eating, she’ll say
Mama! Feel my muscles….!
So I feel her muscles and declare
Holy cow! Feel those muscles!
To which she responds….
Welcome to the Gun Show!!!!!
Maria the Mum