The other day Turtle had a full-on, kick the stepstool, primal scream meltdown because . . . . (are you ready?) . . . she hates everything in her closet and had nothing to wear.
I took the girls to Kindergarten Round Up this past week at their new elementary school. They are officially registered and are very excited to be starting kindergarten in August.
Turtle can read chapter books, the newspaper, every magazine, the name of the songs flashing on Twin Daddy's computer/radio/space age car, and pretty much everything she sets eyes on. She also loves the Cindy Crawford "Rooms to Go" commercial that comes on during Wheel of Fortune, which we watch as a family most weeknights. It's a ridiculous commercial but my braniac fashionista loves it.
Tonight we tried to institute Family Movie Night and picked "Toy Story" as our first movie. 28 minutes in, after several objections by them that it was "scary," Buzz Lightyear fell out the window and Turtle ran out of the room crying. Monkey screamed that the movie was going to give her nightmares. Turtle refused to come out of the room until "the TV is black," which means Off. So, that's on hold for awhile and apparently they will not be watching Star Wars until they're 28 years old. It's back to the Strawberry Shortcake Sweet Dreams movie and Lalaloopsy. But guess what we switched the TV to when they calmed down the hysterics over the horrific "Toy Story"*? Their new favorite show, "Nature," on PBS. We watched alligators from Cuba pulling mammals off low tree branches for dinner, and they thought it was great. Nature is a fantastic show and I'm glad they like it. But we cannot figure out why Toy Story and Finding Nemo are "nightmare inducing" while true life Nature shows and Nazi movies** are just dandy.
And, finally, I have no tantrums to report for Monkey. She has matured so much over the past few months, it's really amazing. She can cook herself scrambled eggs - all I have to do is get down the eggs from the fridge and turn on the fire. She can do the rest - spray the pan, scramble the eggs, pour them in the pan, cook them. She has a little trouble getting them on the plate but I'm glad to look up from my coffee and help out when she gets to that point. She likes to help do the dishes and do yardwork. Today we went to Mayfield Preserve for a volunteer project through Little Helping Hands, and she spread mulch and pulled weeds for an hour.
When I was in high school, I used to tell my good friend's mom that I wasn't going to have kids because I didn't want babies. Instead, I would say, "I'm going to adopt a couple of 5-year-olds when I'm in my 40s and don't have anything else to do." This is almost verbatim, and I know because she reminded me of it not long ago! I have to say, that while OF COURSE I would not trade my baby time, I was on to something with the "couple of 5 year olds." I am at a point where if I could freeze time, I would, and I know for sure that I have not felt that way once since they were born. We're at a good age, people, and I'm enjoying it.
Happy Mother's Day!
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*which, by the way, is rated by CommonSenseMedia.org as suitable for 4 year olds. We check CommonSenseMedia.org for everything because we know how sensitive our kids are and it is a good source for specific details in a movie that will frighten a preschooler. Very few movies AT ALL are rated suitable for 5 year olds, and this was one of the few so we went with it. Epic Fail.
**The Sound of Music
