Friday, July 21, 2006

Shush, I just got my period - what do you expect?

okay, this post was already deleted twice - let's try this again.

I've been meaning to post a birthday letter to Micah. Who turned four. A month ago.


Anyway, for now, I will post some recent babyisms, although, according to my "baby", I should now be calling them "big-girlisms".

We have a routine during the car ride home where I ask Micah what her favorite and not so favorite parts of the day were.

Yesterday, her favorite part was telling Miss L that she looked beautiful.

Monday, her favorite part was eating chicken nuggets and her not so favorite part was when friend S tattled on friend K. Micah said, "We don tell on a'chothers, right Mommy? 'Cuz dat's not nice."

My 3 co-workers got her some birthday presents and when she asked who they were from, I answered, "Olga (my boss - who Micah absolutely LOVES), Phyllis and Adrianna." She said, "Oh, Olca, Phyllee and Advianna? Oh, Mommy, Advianna's name is so beautiful!!"

Four is an incredible age for Micah. Her attitude grows by the minute. I don't know whether to laugh or scream when she plants her fists on her hips, juts out her chin, and says, "Don't you dare say no to me!"

And at the same time, her compassion grows with equal speed. So far, we have found a dead bird, a dead rabbit and a baby bird's nest which fell to the ground killing the 3 baby birds inside. We also found a (barely) alive baby bunny who we returned to the line of the woods behind the house. These incidents genuinely upset her and it makes my heart melt.

This past weekend, as we pulled up to my Aunt's house (who lives next door to my cousin who passed away) Micah said, "Oh, the blue house is Grammy's, right Mommy. The yellow one used to be Aunt Favorite's house but now she's in God." From the mouths of babes...

She managed to go from wearing a life vest to swimming without anything in one afternoon. She was jumping in from the edge of the pool with a running start; her fear wafting in the air behind her.

I learn more from her in a single day than I have in the last decade.

She may still pee on the floor out of anger and eat with her hands, but my baby is becoming a little girl. My eagerness to continue her journey into girlhood, teenagedom and eventually adulthood spills into tears as I watch her maturity leap.

I love you, Peanuthead.

Friday, April 28, 2006

geeky babyisms

This morning, while we were brushing our teeth:

Micah: Mommy, I know Luke's father.
Me: Oh, yeah? (Thinking she's talking about her friend...)
Micah: Yeah, he's Nobi-one.
Me: ** ... Oh, you mean Obi-wan?
Micah: Yeah, Nobi-one
Me: Actually, honey, Darth Vader is his father. Obi-wan is his friend.
Micah: Oh, Dark Bader? Okay, Mommy.

Thursday, March 16, 2006


This morning in the car on the way to daycare,

Micah: "Mommy, yesterday when Matthew pushed me down on the playground and I fell on the grass, I started singing."

Me: "SINGing??"

Micah: "yup"

Me: "Why did you sing, baby?"

Micah: "Because I lub him so much."

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


There are mistakes I make repeatedly over and over again, every day. Like my keys. I forget my keys at daycare every day. Every single day. Usually twice - once dropping off and once picking up. the wierd part, though, is that it's the only place I forget them. As though it's the Bermuda Triangle for car keys.

Anyway, I just want everyone to send me good vibes that one day, one day very soon, I will recognize what a "By-er-min" is because each morning that I don't understand it means "vitamin" just makes the beast more angry.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

a case of mistaken identity

A short while ago, as my daughter was climbing up on my mattress, she insisted she was "micah". I, on the other hand, was certain she was Elmo and told her as much.

her: but see Mommy, I have curly hair.
me: so does Elmo... and it's even red. (like hers)

(she hops down on the floor with her back facing me)

her: but see Mommy, I have a beautiful bootie!

Thursday, February 23, 2006


1. Lately Micah has taken to saying to us, "I have a secret for you, gimme your ear." And then we lean in and she says, "I lub you." And sometimes we get, "I lub you da most, most, mostest." I never want it to end. (side note: when she first started doing this a few months ago, she would lean in and put her ear to my ear instead of her lips - so cute!)

2. She marries everything - I can't stand this but I don't tell her that and I have agreed to allow her to "buy me a pretty dress so I can marrying Milan". She offers to buy me this dress on a daily basis.

3. I also dislike when she says one thing (like pink or princesses) is exclusively for girls and another thing (such as blue or fire trucks) is for boys. Yesterday she told me that the boys in her class told her that blue can't be her mommy's (my) favorite color because it's a boy color. She said she told them they're wrong. Good girl.

4. She's biting her nails and peeing her pants nonstop and I feel like she will never outgrow either.

5. She is a completely different child at school and it's causing her to be twice as hyper at home. I feel as though she only expresses her true self at home. Oh, the guilt I feel from it...

6. Her hair still isn't growing but I'm taking her to get it cut Saturday because she has so many split ends. (It's been about 8 mos. since she had her last haircut - which was her first, by the way.) People balk when I tell them I'm paying for it and why don't I do it myself but it's so curly that I just don't know where to begin. Besides, I tried once and the little cricket just won't sit still for me.

7. Her favorite film is Nightmare Before Christmas and anything related to Disney Princess. She's also a sucker for Farscape , Spiderman and the "dancing Shrek". (side note: Micah has always loved to feel a little scared - she loves to be surprised and likes to watch things that scare her. We were watching Star Wars: Episode III, by far the scariest thing we've ever let her watch, and there were scenes when I told her she needed to cover her head with the blanket - we used to just distract her - because a scary scene was coming. So now she'll randomly tell us she needs to cover her eyes - even if it's not scary.)

8. She just recently began drawing faces such as eyes and nose and mouth on her drawings - so cute! She's also starting to stay within the lines when she colors.

9. Last night she ate about a pound of tofu and 15 broccoli stalks but she balks at eating corn. Strange kid. God I love her.

10. Milan and I are working on designing her a shirt that reads, "I'm still hungry" because we hear that phrase around 83 times a day and no matter what she eats, she is never full.

growing up geeky

(this is something that probably only krystyn (you can also find her here) could appreciate)

the other night, milan and i were hanging a cd rack in the living room and begging micah to just go play by herself and get out from under foot already! she didn't, of course, but she did start entertaining herself. she had 2 babies and she was marrying them as she loves to do. (whose child is this again?!?!)

and she says to me, "look, mommy, this is aeryn and she lubs john crichton and they're marryin."

Thursday, February 09, 2006

my heart just broke a little

kind of in a good way... kind of not...

The director at Micah's daycare just called to check in with me on a few things I'd asked her this morning and after tells me she wants to share a story with me.

She had gone into Micah's classroom this morning to visit with the kids and go over a few things with the teachers and Micah comes up to her and whispers to her, "Ree-ra (Maria), can you help me make some friends?"

(And she did, of course and Micah had fun building a tower with her new friend, Daniel. Apparently, Micah made sure to build it in size order showing Daniel, "This one is small, this one is medium, this one is big... etc." So. Cute.)

Friday, January 27, 2006

moving on part 2

The other big event that spurred my abrupt pulling of Micah from the class was a situation with the assistant teacher, Miss D. Before this incident, I actually liked Miss D. She's more strict with the kids in that she actually disciplines. Which is a good thing. Come on, fourteen 3-year-olds in one room, you need some discipline.

So, Milan and I are riding together to pick up Micah from school. She's in the back seat on the way home and we've been having major problems for about 3 weeks now so on a daily basis I have been asking her about her day.

me: did you have fun today?
micah: yes
me: what did you play?
micah: i play wif S and JM and we play princesses and dress up and the marryin game
me: that sounds like fun! did you have fun with your teachers?
micah: mm-hmm
me: micah, do you like Miss L?(each day the answer is different)
micah: no... she not nice, mommy
me: but you like Miss D, right, she's nice.
micah: no, i no like Miss D
me: why not?
micah: she grabs me mommy.
me: (red flag up but trying to filter out the 3-yr-old slant like maybe Miss D wouldn't let her jump out of a window or something) you mean like to hug you? is that how she grabs you?
micah: no, she didn't break my hand, mommy, but it really hurt.

milan and i just stared at each other stunned

me: she grabbed your hand today?
micah: yeah
me: does she grab your hand a lot?
micah: um... sometimes she grabs me, yeah, but she didn't break my hand, mommy, she just almost break-ded (broke) it

And yes, Miss D is still employed there. She does not, however, have any contact with my kid. I have been promised that Micah will never be in the care of Miss D or Miss L again. This center is really going down the tubes. I'm so happy with her new class though. She has 3 teachers to 15 kids (because there are 12 boys and some are really rambunctious and one of the teachers has a slight learning and physical disability so they brought in a co-assistant who is awesome!) and she spends time on the computer, is writing her letters and numbers, traces well, cuts well... She's completely different.

In the last 2 weeks or so, however, Micah has been pissing herself constantly. We've tried everything. Everything. I put up a potty chart and for the first week she had 1 dry day. On Saturday, her behavior was so rotten that we had had it and packed up all her toys (pretty much). Now, before your heart breaks, would you like to hear Micah's reaction? She helped Milan pack them away. Then, when the babysitter came over she said, Miss J, I can't play with any toys because I pee in my pants. Then, she had an accident before we could get out the door and 2 before the babysitter gave up and changed her into a pull-up and pajamas.

Then suddenly Monday morning she woke up saying, I am going to be dry today! And she's been dry ever since! (Yes, I know it's only Friday, but come on!!!) And she has also had the best attitude. I don't think I've heard this child whine or cry since Sunday. She's helpful and has been answering yes to our requests rather than no.

I don't know how long this is going to last but I am overjoyed by it and living up every single minute of pure parenting bliss! This doesn't happen often that you feel so good as a parent!

Thursday, January 26, 2006

moving on...

Back in October, I wrote about Micah not "clicking" with her new teacher. That's one word for it anyway. I was feeling very frustrated with the situation because the teacher CLEARLY did not like my child and if I could feel it, Micah could feel it. Micah began acting out. For the first time in the 3 years we've been in this center, I got a phone call at working regarding her bad behavior. She had become the class clown. In the afternoons when I would pick her up, I would ask this teacher, "So, how was she today?" In the two months that I put up with this poor excuse for a teacher, I got only 1 of 2 responses both coupled with a head tilt and shoulder shrug. They were either "Bad." - without explanation - or "Better..." - without explanation. She was also having mulitple accidents a day and one day the teacher told me that Micah had "peed on Miss A." She seriously told me this. What had actually happened is that Micah was wet and when the teacher picked her up, Micah told her she was wet.

Finally, just before Thanksgiving, I had had it with her (the teacher - Miss L.). I walked into the classroom and one little boy was marching around the room with a small pink purse in hand and as he passed another child, he would smack them in the head with the bag. I watched. and watched. and watched. and the teacher did nothing. Meanwhile, I'm searching in Micah's cubby for her glove. We have one - where is the other? So, I say to the teacher, "Have you seen Micah's glove?" "No..." And she starts helping me search the other cubbies. After a few minutes, I say, "Micah, do you know where your glove is?" "Umm... S. (a boy in her class) has it." "Are you sure?" "Mmm-hmm, S. has it. He wanted it." To which the teacher slams shut a cubby and says to her, "Micah! You have to tell me these things! (Insert audible sigh.)"

So, I pull Micah back by her shoulders, turn her around and look her in the eye and say - a little too loudly so that Miss L can hear me - "Don't worry, baby. It's not your responsiblity." and Micah smiles.

Meanwhile purse boy has continued smacking kids so I go and take his purse away and put it on the counter the teacher is leaning on. I tell the kid that it's not nice. Two minutes later, he takes back the purse, without a word from the teacher, and starts it up again. Some of the kids, by the way, are crying and fighting with the boy telling him to stop it.

Now, I sit down and start reading to Micah and before I know it, I have 5 kids in my lap. Guess who comes by and smacks one of the little girls with a purse? We finish the book. As I'm explaining that I'm not going to read it again, I watch one little girl push the other in the chest and girl 2 falls down backwards onto her bottom. I go to her and ruffle her hair and ask if she's alright. She says yes. She then brushes herself off and as she walks by girl 1, she shoves her right into the cubbies and they sway and rock and the girl says Ow. Still no response from the teacher. So we leave.

Next afternoon, I walk in and say hello to Micah, the class and the teacher. It's free play time and a bit chaotic as always. The room has absolutely no structure. This little girl, J, is banging 2 silver mixing bowls together. IT IS THE MOST ANNYOYING SOUND EVER!!!

So, the teacher who is about 15 feet away from her calls out, "J... Put the bowls away..." J keeps playing. BANG!BANG!BANG! (This little girl is ALWAYS in her own little world - she's the type of kid you have to make eye contact with for anything to stick. Now, if I as a parent can figure this out - surely her teacher - who is with her 40 hours a week or more - can figure this out.)

Teacher calls out a little louder, "J, put the bowls away." BANG!BANG!BANG! A bit louder - almost yelling - calls out again. J now hears and tries to pick them up but they are flipped over and she can't get her little fingers under the lid. BANG!BANG!BANG! Teacher yells, "J! Now!" Now at this point, J still hasn't registered that Miss L. is getting angry - she's been humming the whole time and hasn't missed a note. As she is walking them over to their designated spot (they hold the plastic play food in the shelf), they're still banging together (of course they are, they're metal bowls) BANG!BANG!BANG!

Now she's trying to stuff them into the shelf BANG!BANG!BA- when suddenly the teacher screams - J! - J literally jumps 2 feet in the air she's so startled and backs up until she hits the wall and is standing with her chin drooped to her chest. She stood there for a little while before she walked over to some other toys, with her chin still dropped. This teacher never once even looked in her direction except to yell. Never bothered to watch and see whether she listened, never even bothered to explain to J why she wasn't allowed to play with the bowls in the first place. (They are on the toy shelf afterall.) J doesn't consider them annoying, none of the children did. So, the next time J walks into that classroom she's going to think to herself, Hmm... I wonder what toys it is okay to play with? Why did Miss L. get mad at me? Is she still mad at me? etc... I was enraged.

I walked out (with Micah!) and went straight to the director and demanded that when we returned to school on Tuesday (after Thanksgiving) Micah be moved into the preschool room.

It's going really well! She's the youngest by far. All the other kids are 4, the last of whom turned 4 in early December and Micah won't be 4 until late June. But she's making work. And the director said that she's a different child. Quiet. Respectful. And she stopped having accidents the moment she switched rooms!** I'm amazed! Yeah for Micah! :)

**More on this but I'll save it for a later post.

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