Queen of No-Pants Land

My four-year-old has declared her independence from pants. As well, she would like to be liberated of all shirts that have collars or turtlenecks, and any long-sleeved shirts where the sleeves are too long. Rolling up the sleeves is not acceptable.

In addition, she will not wear the color white. Even if there is white as a minimal design element in the print, it will not be welcomed on to her body. Yellow is close behind white. It will be permitted in certain instances, like in the company of flowers.

Only dresses and skirts will adorn her little form. In addition, she would like to wear tights around the clock.

If sports are to be played, she may consider wearing a skort. But not if she chooses instead to wear the red plaid skirt with the hot pink tights to soccer practice, where she will run around and kick a ball as long as she chooses to before declaring sports to be over. At which time, she would like to be seated, with snacks, to watch the other children play. If someone would like to bring her a ball, and welcome her to kick it into the goal, without anyone touching her, getting in her way, or prompting her to do so, she may oblige.

I am constantly amazed at this stubborn little person in my life, who makes every day colorful and challenging and wonderful.

L, rocking in plaid!

Laurel’s first playdate

There’s a lot going on developmentally with Laurel, who just turned 4 on January 8. She’s becoming a very social child, one who soaks up the social and then withdraws to form her own boundaries when she’s all social-ed out. She is so like her father in this regard that sometimes they both disappear in the midst of a party for a much-needed nap.

Last week, Laurel asked if she could have a playdate at our house with her best friend from school. With Kelsey at pony club for the day, it was the perfect time for Laurel to shine socially without her sister stealing the spotlight, as so often happens in their dynamic. I think Laurel has learned a lot from her extroverted sister. And, truly, second-born children benefit so much from learning how to socialize with siblings and siblings’ friends, from such an early age, that when it’s time for them to make their own contacts and experience their own playdates, they’re ahead of the game a little bit.

Laurel was SO FAR ahead of the game that all I needed to do for her playdate was basically open the door and keep the guest’s mother busy with conversation and coffee!

Laurel’s attention to detail, her fastidiousness is seen in the little things she does day-to-day. She’s a very sensitive child, so everything just… resonates more with her. She invests much more of herself in everything she does than her older sister, who is more flighty (I don’t mean that pejoratively — it’s just how she is) and spontaneous.

As the time drew near for Laurel’s first playdate, she asked that the child’s table be set up in the kitchen, marking a place in front of the back door, noting the light streaming in through the glass door. She asked that I rinse out the new tea set she got for her birthday, so that it would be ready to hold real food. She set her table, paying attention to the smallest detail. She washed her hands, poured the cranberry juice, arranged the grapes, set out napkins.


Then she dressed herself in party clothes. She asked that I put on her apron while she helped bake brownies for her guest. She asked about the time, so she would know how long she had to prepare for her friend’s arrival. She asked for music to play in the background.

As she was agonizing about which seat she would ask her friend to sit in, I gently reminded her that her friend would want to choose her own seat, and that it was polite to offer her this option. Laurel balked at first, but as the thought set in, she realized that I was right and agreed.
This is Laurel, in a nutshell. She asks for what she wants. She doesn’t want to be told what to do, but if it is reasonable, she will consider it. Her first response to any question is “No,” but she has the ability to re-think her answer and respond more positively. She is able to negotiate situations with some grace, including sharing, if others are playing fairly with her. She gives great thought to all the components of play, asks appropriate and provocative questions, enjoys arguing her case, but will see reason, too.

After her friend arrived, they enjoyed a tea party, then moved on to dressing up and playing in her room. The playdate lasted about 3 hours, and it was deemed a huge success by both preschoolers and their moms.

I can’t wait to do this again. It’s a whole different experience parenting Laurel, one I am truly enjoying! I especially love it that she gets it wholeheartedly — the details, the appreciation of my help, the importance of being good to friends. I feel honored that I’m helping to grow a completely amazing person, one who is hell-bent on doing it her way, but able to bend my way a little when she needs me.

Just a little more poop, and then we’re done. We hope.

Laurel trained herself to poop on the potty in about 3 hours yesterday.
Oh, wait, do you mind if I talk about my kid’s poop again? I know you never tire of reading about poop on my kids’ site. It’s only been five and a half years of blogging about drooping, leaking diapers, piss and shit, constipation and diarrhea, and all the other lovely yuck associated with teh toilet. Consider this one of the last REGULAR chapters. I’m sure issues will continue, but it looks like our family may be DONE with diapers very, very soon.

Please knock on something made of wood right now? Thanks!
So, yes. Three hours. And now, for your amusement and astonishment, I shall give you a timeline! In the form of a table that I shall myself construct in HTML! I’m teaching myself HTML, with some direction from the husband. Let’s see if this works… Those of you reading this journal through an RSS feed or other means, I apologize profusely.

2:00pm ish 3:00pm to 3:30pm 4:00pm until 5:00pm
accident first failed attempt 3 huge poops in the potty

I can catch a glimpse of my future. A brilliant, sweet-smelling thing, where I just carry a wallet in my back pocket instead of a 5lb backpack loaded with diapers, wipes, spare panties, extra outfits, baggies for soiled things, hand sanitizer, and the ubiquitous desitin.

The girl’s got some sass

Reading a book with my five year old this morning before school, we get to the part about colors. I ask her to give me the Spanish names for red and blue. “Rojo?” she says, with some hesitation. “Good. Now, how do you say blue in Spanish?” Pause. She clearly is struggling to remember.

From the next room, a small voice booms out “Azul!” with such certainty. It’s the three year old.

Later, that same three year old is invited to play hide and seek with some other children in a courtyard at the downtown library. While she runs out of my sight to hide, I pick up the remains of our lunch and tidy up the table, listening as an older child (probably 10 or so) counts to 40 to give all the other kids time to hide. I follow the boy who is “it” so that I have a clear view of the courtyard, and there is my brilliant three year old, squatting in the grass in the middle of the courtyard. With her hands over her eyes.

The boy who is “it” stops for a second beside L, clearly not knowing what to do. I hear him giggle, and then he passes her by, to chase some of the kids who are slightly better at this game than she.

I walk up to my little kid and ask what she is doing. “I’m HIDING, Mommy” she says crossly, eyes rolling, hands on hips.