Kenna was laying in bed relaxing with us because it’s Sunday morning and that’s the time to do it right? She’s looking at her feet and starts into her rendition of ‘This Little Piggy’…which is a rather unique version. And Internet – I’m going to share it with you!
‘This Little Piggy’ by Kenna
This little piggy had diarrhea
This little piggy had food
This little piggy had milk and
This little piggy went to Target
And that launches us officially into the pee-pee-poo-poo stage of life. Awesome!
Here comes trouble…in the form of Kenna.
Yesterday Alan and Kenna were laying on our bed watching TV. Alan started talking which apparently didn’t go over so well with the Kenna.
You know how I know? She gently covered his mouth with her hand and said ever so sweetly:
“Daddy, shut your pie hole”
EEK! I am so screwed when this child becomes a teenager!
P.S. She does not usually talk like this…she’s quite a little sweetheart. I have no clue as to where she got this juicy little nugget from (Alan!)
Note to self – full bathtub with two beloved children + overexcited puppy who loves water = ONE GIANT WET MESS.
Maia was checking out the girls in their bath a few nights back…VERY interested in the water. She won’t go in the pool willingly but enjoys dunking her feet in her water bowl. I thought she’d put her feet in and that was where it would end.
I walked around the corner to grab towels from the linen closet and came back to find this:
I swear there was more water on the floor than the bathtub can possibly hold.
On the positive side – the girls thought it was the best thing ever. So now whenever there is resistance around bathtime – I can just offer up a bath with their puppy. Plus, the floor was so absolutely soaked that it was like I had mopped…a lot.
I think next time the girls want a bath with the puppy – I’ll throw a load of laundry in the tub and maybe some dirty dishes. Then I can say I bathed the kids, the dog, mopped the floor, did the dishes, AND did a load of laundry. Maia’s antics in the tub are just as good as the agitator in my washing machine right?
Little too white-trash? Yeah, I think so too.
Moira and Kenna are both taking a once-a-week dance class through our local Parks and Rec. The classes are located in one of the buildings at a community park that’s close (but not super close) to our house. Yesterday we headed down a bit early and brought a picnic dinner. The park has a really great playground in addition to about a million miles of grassy play area (which is a big deal in Arizona!) Our thought was to eat dinner and play, then have Alan and Moira head over to dance class while Kenna and I kept playing.
On the drive down, Moira loudly asked me if she could ask a question. I said yes and she paused. Alan and I laughed because the look on her face combined with the waiting period for the question to pop out was pretty substantial. She really seemed to be processing something deep so I couldn’t wait to hear what this was all about.
Finally she looks up at me and says:
“Mom, why they be called artichokes? They don’t choke anything.”
I snorted and started laughing – loudly. Alan chuckled. We weren’t talking about anything related to artichokes, vegetables, or even food for that matter. And why did my child suddenly sound Jamaican? We’ll never know.
Sadly we had no good answer for her – why the heck ARE they called artichokes?
You thought I was introducing a new rock band didn’t you? I think it’s got potential…maybe the teenage version of Moira will become the lead singer of her own band.
But what I meant was the sleepover! The promised details of said insane parenting moment! WOOT!
But get this…it was unbelievably easy. We must have invited the nicest girls ever because aside from the usual giggly little girl stuff (otherwise known as giggling to a dangerously late hour for six and seven year olds) – it was a piece of cake.
We kicked things off with a pinata, then let them play followed in short order with pizza. After dinner each girl used fabric markers to design her own pillowcase to take home. Then there was some giggling. Actually a lot of giggling. We attempted a movie with popcorn at some point – it didn’t last long. One big success was those little glow sticks you get at Halloween. They friggin loved em!
Around 9:30pm, Alan set up Operation Bedtime. He had the girls filing into the bathrooms for teethbrushing and potty stops with military precision. It was awesome! Those are the times when I am struck with how great a dad he really is. After that was over, Alan read the girls a bedtime story en masse and we shut the lights off.
A small skirmish broke out around 10pm with one set of girls wanting to go to sleep and another group who had the giggles to an extent that made it impossible for the first group to fall asleep. When I say skirmish I mean tattling of course. Alan installed a rope of Christmas lights to light the way to the bathroom and we shushed the group multiple times.
There was one small spell of “I’m scared and I want my mommy!” by one of the first-timers. I offered to call home and deliver her back to her mom. Her response? “I don’t want to go home – I want my mom to come here!” 
Eventually it passed and she passed out. When she woke up the next morning you know what she said? “I did it!” Cracked me up.
The hold-outs finally crashed at 11:30pm, but the entire group was up promptly at 6am wanting pancakes. So we cooked and served and they ate surprising quantities for such small girlies.
Everyone was picked up by 10am and the house was strangely quiet for the rest of the day.
I talked to one of the moms the following Monday at school and she told me when her daughter got home she had pronounced the event the “best party EVER!”
Once the girls had all gone – Moira began planning next year’s event. I guess it was a success. LOL!
I went home for lunch today and Kenna greeted me with her usual enthusiasm.
“MOMMY!!!! You Home! You Home!!”
I picked her up to give her a hug and set her on the counter while I concocted some lunch for myself. I happen to be wearing a collared polo shirt today…the usual variety – nothing special about it. She plays with my collar a bit and in doing so realizes that you can flip it up.
She flips it up and then leans back to judge the effect…then gets this silly little grin on her face and says:
“Mommy – you a vampire!”
Alan is big into making “fancy drinks” right now…usually something in the blender with fruit, honey, yogurt, etc. Sort of like smoothie du jour in our house most days. At lunch today he crafted some pretty fabulous strawberry lemonade. Moira usually digs having a treat when she gets home from school.
Alan picked Moira up from school and let her know that he had a special treat waiting for her at home.
Her response?
“I know what it is – it’s a pinata colado!”
We’re outside swimming over the weekend. Alan and I were chatting while the girls splashed and swam around. Moira suddenly comes running up and says “Mom, I can do a push-up – WATCH!”
It struck me as funny that she suddenly had the urge to do a push-up so I jokingly said “Drop and give me twenty!”
She looks at me in all seriousness and says “how about two?”
This weekend we’re hosting Moira’s 6th birthday party. And it’s a slumber party. For six girls between the age of 6 and 7, not including my own two. That makes EIGHT little screaming giggly girls grand total. Yikes!
What in the hell was I thinking when I agreed to this?
Tonight’s tasks include shopping for party supplies, rearranging the furniture to accommodate sleeping bag grand central, filling the pinata, and baking the cake. And I think I need some wine – you know for therapeutic reasons. Ha!
I’ll definitely post a blow-by-blow of the whole experience. Of the six kids coming over – it’s the first slumber party for four of them. I’m curious to see if I have to make any 2am phone calls for homesick kids.
Moira is learning about some new shapes at school. They’re up to hexagons, pentagons, trapezoids and the like. Her homework the other night required her to draw several of them to reinforce what they’d done in school that day.
She and Alan were talking about which shapes she could remember. Alan asked her to draw a hexagon – and she did. Next she drew a trapezoid. Alan asked her what the shape was. She looked at it carefully and said “I think it’s a trapagon.”
The kid is logical.
