Yes, my verb tenses are EVERYWHERE. Deal.

Originally posted to my LiveJournal on September 18th, 2008:


So, we're coming back from our allergy shots appointment and the grocery store, and I'm pulling into the parking space here at home. Music was loud, as always, and it being the time of day that it is, two of Maddie's buddies are riding bikes past the house. I heard her unbuckle her seatbelt, as I'm putting up the windows - front ones first, then the back ones. I suddenly heard a screech from her, and since she does that far too frequently, I didn't react immediately - thinking that she's yelling to her buddies. I'm not entirely sure at this point what exactly made me turn around, but when I did I see CW with her head stuck in the stupid window. She had apparently been sticking her head out WHILE I WAS PUTTING UP THE WINDOWS, and been pinned. I swore (this *is* me here) and let her out, turned off the car, got out and stomped back to her, where she was crying in the back seat.

A (me): Are you okay?
CW: *wails*
A: ARE YOU OKAY!?
CW: *whimper* A little...
A: YES OR NO! (I'm physically checking her at this point)
CW: yes...?
A: ...WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! Go inside and tell your father what you just did! Go tell him what a STUPID thing you just did.

She went inside, and I got the groceries out of the car, locked up and stomped inside.

A: Did she tell you what she did?
D (Matt): Yeah...I told her she was pretty dumb to have done that, didn't I?
CW: *sniffles* yeah.
A: The worst part is that I didn't realize anything was wrong when she screamed, since she does it all the time!
D: See, now you have first hand knowledge of,"the boy who cried wolf!" Mommy didn't react quickly because you scream like that too much. Are you going to scream like that anymore?
CW: No...
A: Alright, go take your stuff upstairs and put it away.

She went up and Matt and I rehashed a little (giggling at this point), when we hear a sob of some sort upstairs. So I yelled up the stairs...

A: Do I need to take you to the doctor? Is your head broken? Are you bleeding? Is your ear falling off?
CW: *giggles* No...!
A: okay, well go to the bathroom if you need to...
CW: *more giggling* I don't have to go to the bathroom!
A: Whoa! I really DO need to take you to the doctor, there MUST be something wrong with you if you don't have to go to the bathroom.
CW: *hysterical giggling from upstairs*

She then came back down the stairs, and slipped on the large pink pencil box (that SHE had left on the stairs not 60 seconds earlier) and nearly fell the rest of the way down the stairs.

*shakes head*

Lessons Learned

Originally posted on May 16th, 2004 to my LiveJournal:

Lessons Learned

So, Matt is in Korea again. And as usual, the plane tickets were not purchased until about 2, maybe 3 days before he left. For some reason, the tickets had to be paper tickets...

CW LOVES to go through Matt's wallet and pocket stuff that he puts down on our dresser. Well, he put the tickets right there, and when he looked for them, about an hour before we had to leave for the airport, they were gone. CW had of course been moving stuff from our room into her room and vice versa, so we asked her if she'd taken them.

I think this best represents the process:

" CW, did you take the green papers that were here next to Daddy's wallet? Daddy really needs them."

"Wook, it's Weewo!"

"Yes I know that's Lilo, did you see the green papers here?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, so, did you move the papers? Did you take them into your room? Could you show me where they are?"

"Hmm?"

" CW , Did you see the green mail here on Mommy and Daddy's dresser?"

"GREEN! and Daddy's wallet, the pictures the daddy!"

"Yeah. Do you remember what you did with the green papers that were right here?!"

"STITCH!"

So we had called and found out that yes the tickets could be reprinted, but we'd have to stop by his office. Luckily, Matt finally looked in CW 's storage clipboard. I had asked him earlier to put the stuff I was handing him into said clipboard. Apparently this must have been when he picked up the tickets, thinking to put them into his carry on bag. He spaced and put it all in the clipboard...

So when I suggested that maybe he shouldn't put Important Things right where she can get them, and is known to rummage, his comment was that she hadn't taken them. I pointed out that we had thought she did, and wasted a lot of time asking Her about them...so it was really more of a future reference thing...

Computer Kid - A Maddie Post

Originally posted on April 15th 2004 to my LiveJournal:

Computer Kid

So, I donate LOTS of our stuff to a United Way place that comes and picks it up, leaves a receipt, etc. It's great. My Dad had some extra computers lying around, and since Matt is doing the Frankenstein thing, he gave them to us, to mess around with. I mentioned that if he couldn't figure out what to do with it, we'd donate it...no problem.

So we had a pick up this morning. The driver comes to the front door...even though I had the yellow flyer taped to the wall above the pile of items to be donated out in the front yard...so I had to "show" him where the stuff was. When he started to take the stuff to the truck, CW FREAKED.

"Could you my Daddy's Pyoo-yer?!" in a very upset voice...

"no Sweetie, turn around and look behind you, Daddy's got a computer right there...he's giving this other one away to someone else who needs it more than we do...."


Tears now, "Could you my Pyoo-yer?! Get you my Pyoo-yer! Get you MY PYOO-yer! I wan get you my Pyoo-yer!"

I of course, being the horrid mother I am, am laughing outright at this point trying to explain that it's okay...while holding onto her so she doesn't run out to the donation truck to get the computer back. Her litany is getting louder and ever more shrill, and she runs to the closet to get her boots, because apparently we've done a decent job in getting her to understand she needs shoes to outside. So she runs back over to the door, still yelling mind you, and THROWS one of her rainboots (the ladybug ones) out the door...I'm not sure how she thought this would help...

So we call Daddy. "Blahbittyblah Inc, this is Matt"

"Daddy could you explain to your daughter that it's okay with you that the man took the computer away?"

"Hah! Yeah put her on..."

Still in tears, although much quieter, "Daddy, get you my Pyoo-yer? " oh, yes, and she's pointing out the door.

This went on for several minutes. Eventually she calmed down, but Wow, was that one funny. and I forgot, she was wearing the Lion Suit.