Quit mousin' around

Well, Jerry has done it again. He started something blog-worthy. Ever since he turned three, he has gotten a lot more...let's say...temperamental. Things instantly set him off, he gets mad, he gets real mad. Then he starts whining, but his whine is more of a squeak. Him and Gia start fighting and he starts squeaking. "What is going on?" "Gia took the toy from me" "Who had it first?" "Gia.." "Then it is hers to play with." Here comes the squeaks. "Squeeeaaakkkk, squeaky squeaken squeaker." "What was that Jerry?" "Squeaker squeaky squeaken!" "Jerry, I do not understand you, stop squeaking." "Squeaky squeaky squeaky, SQUEAKY!" "Don't you squeak at me like that mister." "Squeak." "I don't know what you are saying." Then comes the tears and heavy breathing with it. "Squ-ueee-eeakk-kk *gasp*gasp* s-s-que-eeeak *tear*tear* squ *gasp* eea *gasp* eea *gasp* squeak mommy squeak." "Jerry, breath, breath, breath..." *deep breath in and out* "I want the toy." "No." "Squeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkyyy"

Um's the word

So I put Jerry to bed and walked across the hall to Gia's room. He opens his door and comes out and I say "Jerry, go back to bed." I get up, take his hand, and lead him back to his bed. He says, "I need you." Okay. "What do you need?" Then he starts. "Umm, umm, umm, mmm...." His eyes start floating around the room. "Umm, mmm, umm, mmmm..." Looking, searching for anything to help out. "Umm, umm, mmmm, mmmm" Eyes racing as fast as they could go now. "Umm, mmm, ummm, ummm, um, um, um, um, um, um, um." Then his eyes rest on his blanket. "Will you fix my blanket?" *sigh* "Yes, Jerry, good night."

Ring-a-round the Rosie Kaleidoscope

So, I was sitting in line at Gia's school waiting to pick her up. Her class and a couple others were outside playing. I love sitting there and watching her play with the other kids, it is so sweet. She usually can be seen with the same girls doing the same thing generally every day. Not this day. This day was different. She walked up to these two girls, one black and one Hispanic. They exchange a few words and then join hands and start playing ring-a-round the rosie. Then they saw there was a pole next to them so they scoot over and join hands around the pole and once again play ring-a-round the rosie. I just sat there smiling, thinking about how beautiful a picture that was. Three little girls, three strangers, three different colors. No prejudices, not even a second thought to play with each other. Just talked one time and can already join hands and be friends. God has given so many wonderful colors, so many wonderful people. About that time the girls did their first "and they all fall down." They scamper back to their feet and start all over again. Boy, was I smiling, what a beautiful picture of pure innocence! Then I see Gia starting to go fast. "Oh, Gia, slow down baby." Then she starts running. "This is not good." And then I see the Hispanic girls body and side of her face hit the pole. The game seized. They all just stood there for a minute. The other two girls joined hands and stepped away from Gia. Words were exchanged, Gia's arms were crossed and off she went. It wasn't hard to see what was said. The other little girls resumed the game. Leave it up to my kid to ram a little girls face into a pole during ring-a-round the rosies.

I.....am.....a......robooooot.

I know it's been a while. I have been wanting to update this but every time I sit down to write, a kid wakes up or starts fighting or whatever but anyway. We have been good. Gia had a little Spring musical at church a couple weeks back. It was the first full length one they did. It was really cute and Mrs. Sarah did a great job. Gia was in the gang of Goliath's. She wore a red bandanna on her head. And she actually stayed on stage which is a huge step for her. She didn't push any one or fight. Jerry was in the sanctuary with us and as soon as everything went quiet after their first song, he yells out "HI GIA!" and she starts waving that arm so frantically at him. Anyway, so the program goes on and besides Jerry's attention grabber, it goes fairly smooth. Then right there at the end, I know Gia was itching to do something weird, because on the very last song, she breaks out in the robot dance. One of our pastors turns around and says, "is she doing the robot?" Yes, sir, she is, and she gets it from her dad. Then Jerry starts busting up laughing and looks at me and says through his giggles, "the robot?" and continues laughing. Where she learned the robot, I do not know, but it was classic Gia to bust it out.