at some point in the day 2 afternoon, i realize it's very, very quiet. soon, elle comes marching into the living room, "daddy, i need help getting up there with bitty ("bitty" is her bitty baby)." curious and always obliging to the tasks the ladies in his life set before him (ha!), he goes back to elle's room to find that she has decided it's bitty's nap time and she's going to read to her.
note the stuffed animals she shoved onto her 3" window sill. we're still not sure what that's about.
daddy: "you can get a book or a toy or...whatever but you get ONE THING" (really in hindsight, this could've been dangerous; we'll work on that).
elle: "i get a toy?! i get a toy for meeeeeee!!! igetatoy!igetatoy!igetatoy!"
...a few minutes go by...
elle: "mommydaddy? (that's what she says when she wants both of us to answer)when i go to tawget, i get to pick out a toy and a book! da ellie belly gets a toy and...and...and...a book!" you read that right. she often refers to herself in her 3rd person gangsta alias "da ellie belly"
elle: "and a colowing book!"
so no, we didn't get everything she wanted. in the end, she went for the board game candy land and a dinner trip to chik-fil-a (cleverly placed right outside this particular target) and all was right in her world.
also from day 2: s'mores. she like the components on their own
but not as a single serving dessert sandwich.
and the gooey marshmallow? was not a hit as it was getting her hands dirty.
day 4: that's right. day 4. doomsday. you're walking on thin ice (literally) day. i'm not sure what day 4 will show us but here's what i do know: my church mother's group was cancelled due to weather. the marriage 1:1 where they offer 3 hours of free - free - childcare (you know, so you can have a meal with uninterrupted adult conversation) was cancelled tomorrow evening & when i called her dayschool tonight, i could hear the snarky smile on the school director's face as she was sing-song taunting us "hello parents. we will be closed friday due to weather. have a good weekend".
oh, dayschool? monday you will hear my tires peeling out of your parking lot as i send my pent-up-with-6-days-worth-of-energy child back to school. so, the joke's on you PCDS. the joke's on you.