Monthly Archives: November 2009

Possibly My Favorite Phrase Ever

Let me start off with two pieces of random information that are relevant to this quote.

1. Moira receives a weekly allowance. We debated about how to do it, when to do it, and how to explain it to her. Ultimately we quit debating and just did it. Much like many decisions in parenthood, we wanted to make sure we did the best we could by our kids. And since Moira is the oldest, she’s also the guinea pig. Long story short – she receives her age X $1 per week with no strings attached. Presently her allowance is $6 a week. Seems like a lot to old folks like me, but the point of her receiving allowance is to help her begin to understand how money works, how to save it, how to spend it, etc. If her allowance was so small she could do nothing with it (thanks inflation!), then really what was the point?

2. Moira has Citizen of The Household chores. She does these weekly because she is a member of the family. See – you thought we just gave her allowance and expected nothing in return eh? We opted not to tie the two directly mostly because I didn’t want to hear “That’s okay – I have enough money – I don’t want to do my chores this week.” She’s smart like that. The newest chore in Moira’s repertoire is emptying the dishwasher. This was Alan’s bright idea…I cringed thinking she was too young and having visions of shattered ceramic ware lying on our ceramic tile floor (trust me – when those babies break – they shatter spectacularly). I was dead wrong. Not only is she careful and attentive – she loves it!

The other night Alan let her know that the dishwasher was clean and ready to be emptied. He also mentioned that we owed her allowance and did she want it then or later?

Her exuberant response was this: “You mean I get my allowance AND I get to empty the dishwasher??” (said with a HUGE smile plastered on her face)

Even typing the words now – I think that has got to be the best thing to have ever come out of her mouth. Well, maybe besides “I love you Mommy!”

It’s All the Same “Down There”

We wanted the girls to have lots of time to adjust to having a new brother or sister so we’ve shared with them that Mommy is expecting a baby. Sadly enough, my stomach is already starting to pooch so Kenna has been noticing. She keeps informing me that my belly is “fat”.

The other day Kenna was inspecting my belly and a puzzled look crossed her face. Now keep in mind that she is three and her six-year old sister hasn’t even thought of these questions yet (or at least hasn’t asked them yet).

Kenna points to my belly button and says “the baby come out dere?”

I giggled and said that no, the baby would come out of my vagina. She got the most disgusted look on her face and said “Outta your ‘gina? That’s just gwoss.”

I asked her why it was gross and she said “cause that’s where poop comes out”. I laughed out loud and told her that poop comes out your anus which is different than your vagina.

Side note: We try really hard to use correct terms rather than silly made-up stuff like vah-jay-jay. I read this big study on child molesters where several convicted pedophiles revealed that kids who use proper terminology are bad targets. I guess if the parents are open enough to use the right terms, they are open enough to talk about sex with their kids and therefore they are more likely to get caught. It seriously took some practice when Moira was little. I think Alan giggled every single time he said vagina for the first six months of her life. Luckily she doesn’t remember that time at all. Bonus!

Kenna just shook her head and said “Nope, that’s where poop comes out. Gwoss!”

Can’t wait to see her reaction to meconium poops. You ain’t seen nothing yet kid!

Mr. Toad’s Wild Swim

One of the best things about living in AZ is the multitude of wildlife. A few weeks back, we got home from picking Kenna up at preschool. One of our neighbor boys had chipped four of his teeth so he came with us to wait for his mom to take him to the dentist. We were sitting in our kitchen (which overlooks the backyard) and he asked if that was a frog in the pool.

Since we’ve had little tiny frogs back there before, I said “oh probably”. Then we went to investigate.

Boy were we surprised when this was what was waiting for us….

Hello Big Boy!

It was the biggest freaking toad I’ve ever seen! I’m guessing he/she weighed close to a pound and a half.

After a little research on the internet – we determined it was a Desert Sonoran Toad. Which also happens to be highly poisonous to dogs.

Gulp. Glad we found it first.

The mystery still remains of why it was in our pool at that particular moment (they usually come out during monsoon season which it isn’t). We had quite a time catching the darn thing so we could take it elsewhere. Our pool net proved to be a great jumping off point for him. What finally worked was a big bucket.

Bucket Toad

He hung out in the bucket until Moira got home from school. We showed him off, then took him to a wash and released him there…into the mud we created.

Good luck Mr. Toad! Hope you’re not dead.