Showing posts with label 4 years old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 4 years old. Show all posts

Monday, December 12, 2011

First Time Bowling


When we lived in England Neal and I used to go bowling with our neighbors a lot, as well as his office whenever someone was leaving.  However, we've never been now that Kaitlyn Joy is old enough to try it.  This post is LATE in coming, but I thought I would share a couple photos from when we went bowling last August.
 

Waiting her turn


Eyeing her pins


Lisa was there too.  However that ball doesn't look favorable for her.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Cleaning

 You mess it up you clean it up!  She helped clean her tub too.


These photos were actually taken back in July.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Don't Tell Daddy

My child is a riot.  Tonight she was sitting on the toilet when she started playing with a water gun.  Why?  I have no idea.  I came into the bathroom to shoo her off the toilet and into the tub when she began to freak out.  I assumed her drama was because she was going to bed soon and didn't want to get in the tub.  Oh, that I could be so lucky.  She had pulled the little plug out of the gun and it fell in the toilet.  She pointed at it while screaming, "Get it!  Get it out!"  I quickly let her know I wasn't putting my hand in there.  I was considering flushing the toilet and calling it done, but I think she might have had a nervous breakdown.  Okay maybe not, but the drama would have been unbearable if I had.  I told her to get it at which point she informed me she would not, that I had to.  While thinking about flushing it I filled the gun up with water and squirted her.  I told her it works just fine without the plug.  Suddenly she was blocking out everything I was saying and read my mind.  I was telling her to get in the tub then I would TRY to use something to get it out.  She heard, "I'm going to flush it!"  Her shrieking panic shifted to, "Don't flush it!  Don't flush it!"  Now how did she know I was thinking about flushing it?  I finally had to pull my naked child aside and get her to calm down.  Not an easy task.  I explained that I was going to put something in the toilet and TRY to get it out; however, I would not put my hand in the toilet and if I couldn't get it I would flush it.  Kj, "DON'T FLUSH IT!"  I again got her settled down and put her in the tub.  She watched closely as I dipped an empty conditioner bottle in the toilet and slowly slid the plastic piece up the side of the toilet.  The toilet paper stuck to it worked to my advantage; it made it stay on the side of the toilet.  I told Kj to get it out now.  Although she was upset about putting her hand in the toilet she was more game with it out of the "water".  She did a lot of complaining while shifting from the toilet to the sink with a nasty, toilet paper covered, plastic piece.  I turned on the water and gave her plenty of soap and instructions on how to clean it.  As soon as it was all said and done she looked at me and said, "don't tell Daddy."  Are you kidding me?  She just acted like Sadie ate another bag of chocolate then fell into a pool all over a little plastic piece that she didn't have to have and she doesn't want me sharing?  What's a mom to do?  I bathed and dressed her then called Neal.  I barely got, "Guess what your child did." out before she started spilling the beans.  By the way, when she said "don't tell Daddy" I told her, "oh, I'm telling Daddy."

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

First Face Mask

Who thought there would still be a first to hit at four?  Okay, she still hasn't driven a car, voted, or heaven help us - dated, but on the smaller scale whats new for a four year old?  Anyway, we put on a face mask last week.  Now I want to say I don't think it's far she typically wakes up with great hair, she looks wonderful without an effort, and with a clay mask on she's still adorable.  Don't you wish we could all say that?  One night I took out her braids and sent her to bed without washing her hair (yes, she took a bath).  I couldn't believe she didn't have ANY braid waves the next morning.  My hair would have looked like I just took them out.  *sigh*  Not fair.  Mom was my hair like that as a preschooler?

Perhaps I should put more on her next time so she won't be able to move her face.  LOL...