The birthday parade...

We have so far survived the birthday parade that is the May. Faith, as usual, had multiple parties...one at Gramma's house, one on her birthday at our house, and a "princess party" with her friends from daycare and school.

The princess party was on Saturday and it actually went really well. All the girls (7 in total) were very cute in their princess dresses and play jewellery. George and I had the whole event planned, including a craft to make a tiara which we thought would take about half an hour. No way! These kids were power crafters! They were done in 15 minutes tops and ready to go.

Next were games, playing, decorating of cupcakes (a power sugar event), and then opening of presents and home. Faith said thank you to everyone (finally!) and was quite happy with her barbies, polly pockets, crafts, games, necklaces and so on.

All in all a successful event, but I never want to be a party planner! It was freakin' exhausting!

Birthday planning, etc.

Last night I spent the evening making birthday party invitations for Faith's 5th birthday. She is inviting 6 girls from school and/or daycare to a princess party. There is nothing like wading into the social minefield of kids' birthday parties. Who to invite, who not to invite, etc. etc. etc. It's in two weeks, so we'll see how it goes.

Today, I kept Faith home for the morning so we could both hit the doctor. I have red eyes again and a sore throat so I was suspicious that we might have the whole pink eye/strep throat thing again. Not something we want to repeat. According to the doctor, however, we have something viral and it will just go away on its own. Yippee.

While we were waiting to go to the doctor, Faith was sitting at the coffee table coloring when she exclaimed, "Look at all the chocolate Daddy ate without me!" George has been doing tax returns on the couch and nibbling away at Easter chocolate. Last night he left the evidence of his actitivies in the form of many crumpled, shiny wrappers sitting on the coffee table. Faith didn't care he was eating her chocolate, just that she missed out on the action. A lesson: never leave incriminating evidence!

At supper time, Faith and I were talking and I had forgotten to turn off the news. The last time this happened it was on City TV and the show "Fashion Television" came on. Faith was quite excited that people were "showing their privates" on TV. George and I clued in after glancing over at the TV and getting an eyeful of see-through shirts walking down the runway. Great.

Tonight, she said that she wanted to see the people showing their privates on TV again. I, of course, asked why.

"Because it was funny and rude," she replied.

The entire fashion industry summed up by a four-year-old.

Sunday musings...

Faith has been very concerned about her birthday lately. This morning while getting ready for church, we asked her what she would like for her birthday. She thought about it for a moment and then decided that she wanted a "boy Barbie". She also stated that "Daddy could buy it because he likes men."

After I stopped laughing, I told her that was a very good idea. :)

Faith looked very nice today for church in her new yellow dress with pink flowers. (An Easter present from Gramma.) She especially like the ruffles in the skirt. This was apparent when during the church service she started wiggling her butt to make the ruffles swing back and forth. Nice.

Other than that, we're all just waiting for tax season to end next Monday. yippee!

Dad called this morning at 7:00 to let us know the good news. He has a new filly. I woke up Faith so he could tell her personally. She was sleepy but happy to hear the news.
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Stream of consciousness

Virginia Wolfe must have talked to a four-year old before she developed her stream of consciousness style. Wolfe has nothing on the meandering mind of a kid.

I put Faith to bed tonight and then 15 minutes later heard the "Moooooooom" chant coming from her room. (Nowadays, she has to yell really loud to get us to hear since she has decided that her door must be closed when she goes to bed.)

I went upstairs to have her tell me she is scared of the sounds. (We have a pretty good wind storm/rain storm going on outside.) She wanted to get up, but when that didn't work she switched tactics and wanted me to stay with her for a few minutes to talk. The conversation went something like:

F: "Mom, what are those sounds?"
M: "It's just the wind, and little rain."
F: "Mom, I think you have a cold." She reaches up to feel my forehead, and then kisses it to test for a temperature (my standard solution to not wanting to trot downstairs in the middle of the night to find a thermometer).
F: "Yup. Mommy, you definitely have a cold."
M: "I don't think so."
F: "Why do I get like this?"
M: "Like what?"
F: "So scared that I want to be with you all the time." Big hug. (A good strategy to avoid me leaving...dial up the love.)
F: "Is this storm in Florida?"
M: "No. Florida is pretty far away and they don't have the same weather that we do. It's warmer there."
F: "Charlotte and Laaaaaura. Chinese. It's a long drive to Chinese."
M: "You mean China."
F: Laughter. "China. China is your privates." (Why does every conversation lead to body parts?)
M: "No China is a country. Vagina is part of your body."
F: Laughter. "Vagina. Vagina. Vagina is your privates."
M: "Time to go to sleep."

A plan for the future

Faith has decided that she is going to marry Daniel Cook because they look alike.

Daniel is an older man (about 9) on TV, with red hair. I haven't passed this by George yet, but I'm sure he's going to want her to wait until she's at least 30 before she considers any boys, red-haired or otherwise.

Just a little ditty....

Faith and I were supposed to be in Hamilton last night and today at her cousin's house, but Aunt Kim got strep throat, we changed our plans. Faith was just a little disappointed, but bribery with McDonald's helped quite a bit.

Today was had a play date with one of her school friends. Emily has a tonne of Polly Pockets, which Faith is obsessed with (hint, hint...birthday is coming). They are tiny little dolls with teeny tiny clothes and teeny, teeny, teeny tiny shoes that are easily sucked up in the vacuum cleaner. Perfect for kids! :)

When we got home, Faith was sitting at her craft table when I hear her singing:

Does your penis hang low?
Does it wobble to and fro?
Can you tie it in a knot?
Can you tie it in a bow?
Does your penis hang low?

Yikes! So I ask where she learned this. Her response, "Janice."

Now, Janice is about 50 years old and is one of her daycare teachers, so I was highly skeptical at her answer. I probed further, and her response was, "I was just experimenting with the words."

Great. A creative kids. Just don't do it at school!