Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Chocolate Brown?


Those whom have studied child development, have kiddos of your own or have been around little ones will know that somewhere around the preschool ages of 3-4 yrs. old, they start to recognize what is "like me" and what isn't like me. They ask questions and by gollee, they expect an explanation!
Macy's always been a talker, infact I wish her toddler teacher could read this blog to attest the fact the child stood in a crib at 9 1/2 months old shouting her name, "Macy Waaka, Macy Waaka, Macy Waaka" until someone came over to talk to her. She probably talks so much because we explain EVERYthing to her. We try to use every question she has as an opportunity for education. It shouldn't be a surprise when just barely 2 yrs. old she would ask "Why like this?", or state "This not me" when noticing someone different from her in a book or in public. Of course we wanted her to know not everyone is the same but it's also our responsibility to respect and appreciate diversity.
Not only do we talk & explain aLOT, we read aLOT. Everytime there's been a question, we buy a stinkin' book or two or five about whatever subject; so when she wanted to know why one of these things is not like the other (sing it like Sesame Street), off to the bookstore it was. One of the books we've had since 2005 is called "The Colors of Us" by Karen Katz. Macy absolutely looooves this book. She can read it without looking now (I think I might cry ... j/k) but from time to time she will ask me to read it to her. When I oblige, she'll say "Mom, mom, that's your hand!" as she points to Isabella and CRAcks up laughing.

Hmm .. I think ... should I be concerned or appreciate her humor?

P.S. The picture above is the cover of the book. Isabella is the person on the far right.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Object of Her Affection

Tuesday, Macy has her class photo for 1st Grade. Me being the Mom-of-the-Year thought it'd be a grand idea to get some new threads & some new paw covers so she'd look half way decent for the pic. Yeah, who was I kidding?!? See, I THOUGHT I took a 6 year old with me but the girl who walked into the fitting room was 16! "This is ugly. I don't like this. This is too tight. This looks stupid. You always wanna' dress me faaaannncccyy like a girly girl. I'm a girl but I don't like that fancy stuff. Jewelry and dresses and hair things ... I don't like those!", "Why can't I just wear this sweater and a shirt and some jeans?" (P.S. The sweater DID have some jewels near the collar hahaha). "Wow, Really? Is this child REALLY telling me how she wants to dress? Since when does she have an opinion?!?", I thought.

She's right though. Just cause I'm all foofy foof, she doesn't have to be. So we left the store without buying anything & I was perfectly okay with that. I WILL however go tomorrow, with her "parameters" in mind when I try to find something for her at a different store.
Not only did I run into a 16 year old in a 6 year old's body while clothes shopping but she carted herself back to my car too! Miss Macy Walker asked if we could rock Radio Disney, I complied. I mean hey, I like some of that stuff! haha I even learned what the 16 year old ... er um, I mean SIX year old was going to do when she grows up!

"You know what I'm going to do when I grow up? Marry Nick Jonas. He's hot!" -- Macy Walker.