Thursday, December 25, 2008
The great and funny thing is that Raina has been playing with the baby gym continuously for the last two days. She wanted to find all her old baby toys and equip it, and she has stationed her lovies with it at various points so they could play too. We also acquired a baby sling, which Raina has enjoyed practicing with by carrying her baby doll around the house.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The next week, Raina's Parents as Teachers evaluator came to visit and she continuously remarked about how savvy Raina was with all the activities: building block structures, matching shapes, counting, etc. Then Vicky left us a pamphlet about what we should expect a three year old kid to do, by the end of being three, and we totally understood her shock.
A few examples:
- The child should be able to count three separate things. Raina has been counting her ten fingers for over a year, and she counted her Halloween candy up to forty-two.
- The child should be able to count up to eight. Raina can count up to at least the forties without difficulty.
- The child should be able to work eight-piece puzzles. Raina has been doing 48 piece puzzles for a year now.
- The child should be able to list and identify four colors. I have no idea how long Raina has been able to do this -- maybe since she was one and a half or so.
I was stunned by the list, or, more accurately, by how far Raina exceeds them. Of course, the teacher in me immediately started questioning how the "average child" was determined and concluded that gender differences must have been completely ignored. All of these things that Raina is good at are skills that girls develop before boys do. Raina missed a checkmark off the gross motor development (she cannot stand on one foot), but I bet most boys conquered that one a long time ago. It makes me wonder if most girl parents are left feeling that their child is brilliant, whereas most boy parents are left feeling alarmed and concerned because their boy has not met the "appropriate language or fine motor development level" for an "average three year-old." The situation is sad.
Regardless, we learned that Raina cannot stand on one foot, so we chalked a hopscotch in the basement and let her practice jumping and landing on one foot. It's pretty amusing to watch, but I know she'll get better once her body and brain make the connections.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday is Thanksgiving. Friday is Shopping Day!
And suddenly it all made perfect sense to her. She, however, had no interest in actually going shopping on Shopping Day, so I had to buy pots all by myself.
Immediately following Thanksgiving began the Winter Holiday Indoctrination period. I'm being generous by saying "Winter Holidays" because, I'll be frank, Raina's school is all about teaching Christmas in the strictly consumeristic style. But they also spent a day a piece on Diwali, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa, so it's all perfectly diverse and acceptable (to them). Anyway, Raina transitioned into wanting our Christmas tree to go up, to see Christmas decorations all around, to hearing and singing Christmas songs, to making Christmas ornaments, and to discussing Santa and presents. They even watched the Grinch Stole Christmas movie, which thoroughly terrified her, because she was worried that someone would steal our Christmas tree. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
So the Whomptons have changed the language within the house. We have a Holiday tree with holiday lights, we ignore Santa completely, we sing a lot of Jingle Bells and Rudolph, and we don't discuss presents at all. We've had small conversations about how different people celebrate different things, but haven't delved into my full American consumerism rant just yet. Needless to say, Raina is not receiving Christmas presents from us and we have standing agreements with family members to not give her presents either. I'm hopeful that Raina will learn that presents are happy surprises which her parents and loved ones will give her occasionally, as opposed to on designated "gimme, gimme!" days scattered throughout the year.
On the flip side of this, we're doing some minor giving / sharing work with Raina. Raina is in charge of putting the change into the Salvation Army collections, and we talk each time about all the good things that happen because of our sharing our change. Also, we "adopted" a second grade boy who wanted books as a gift, and she and I had a good time at Borders choosing all the books for Anthony. Yes, I know that giving gifts around the winter holidays increases the consumer tendencies, but how do you say no to a boy asking for books?!?
The good thing is that Raina, right now, has no expectations that Santa will be depositing a huge number of gifts under our holiday tree, and I hope that we can keep that going for years and years. Or at least through this holiday season!
Apparently Raina did have Santa expectations. She met Santa at daycare and told him that she wanted something princess oriented. (I think it was a Cinderella doll.) Christmas day passed and she did not receive said item. Maybe three days later, she asked when it would be Christmas. When I told her it had already happened, she said, "but I didn't get my Cinderella doll!" That conversation was slightly uncomfortable, but it was okay. The next one was worse.
Raina returned to daycare after winter break, and her teachers made the day's journaling assignment "What did Santa bring me for Christmas?" Well, Santa did not bring her anything, and that's what she said for her journal. Her fellow classmates were shocked and some even said, "Raina, were you bad?!" At this point, Raina got a little upset -- she prides herself on being good and she was a little distraught that Santa may have thought her bad -- and the teachers immediately changed the subject.
The conversation with Raina that night was more difficult. How do you explain to a kid the real reasons behind the no-Santa and no-extravagant gifts policy of the house? It didn't matter that she had received a number of presents that week; none of them had come from Santa and that was her concern. So we told her that we don't have a chimney so Santa doesn't come to our house. That appeased her for this year; we'll have to be more thoughtful in advance for next year.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
What's funny and sad about this is that the kids and teachers worked on the song for over a month, but it has a total of four lines. Here they are:
Turkey is a funny bird; it's head goes wobble, wobble.
All it says is just one word: "gobble, gobble, gobble!"
This was her very first school performance, and it was precious.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Also today Raina played on the piano and made up songs titled "I love my daughter" and "you are my sweetheart". These titles were entirely chosen by Raina.
Raina went on a trip to the mall with her mom today. On the way, Raina entertained herself by spelling things without any prompting. Where she learned to spell the words mom, dad, rain, and cat, we don't know, and she wouldn't tell us when prompted.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Raina had a Halloween party at school, which she enjoyed immensely, and she was overjoyed to go out and trick-or-treat again that night. She was literally jumping with excitement and we adults did not move fast enough for her.
We trick-or-treated up and down Sparrowwood, which was about 10 houses, and then hit a magnificently decorated house a few streets over. (Since our neighborhood has older residents, very few kids go door-to-door anymore. Raina cleaned up on the candy front even though she only went to 10 places.) She refused to knock on the doors, but she was pretty good about saying trick-or-treat and thank you. She was very cute and gracious.
One of the neighbors peered at Raina's costume a lot -- had Raina spin around to show off the full ensemble. And then he proclaimed "I think we have a snake here!" And the daughter said, "Yes, Dad, a pink snake!!!" Eric and I were floored, Raina beamed, and we immediately demanded how they knew. They leaned over and whispered, "your sister told us," which caused much raucous laughter by all.
Raina came home after and counted up her loot: four spider rings, seven gummy things, four straight sugar things, two honey-suckers (lollipops in normal speak), and thirty-eight pieces of chocolate. She's slowly going through her sugar bounty. At her present rate, she'll still be eating on them at winter break time.
The next day saw the Whompton adults hitting all the local stores in a desparate search for half-priced candy. We bought a lot, plus half-priced Halloween decorations and a tiger mask and pumpkin container for Raina. She asks daily if she can go trick-or-treating again, this time in her tiger costume. She doesn't like hearing that she has to wait a whole year before she can do it again. This was the first year that Raina really understood what was happening, and she wants to keep it going!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Last Friday, Raina wrote / illustrated a story. The illustrations took multiple pages and the story was all verbal, about a horse named Raina who was thirsty and had babies and met a man and knocked on doors. (Admittedly, the story didn't make much plot sense, but she recited the story at least four times without flaw, so it was definitely the story she intended to tell.) We have her book proudly displayed with other books in the living room, and she occasionally pulls it out to read to us.
The Whompton adults are impressed by how nice and intelligent her teachers are. (I feel insulting and holier than thou to say this, but not all early childhood teachers fit these criteria.) Ms. Stevie and Ms. Stacy rock. They've been teaching together for 15+ years and they have a firm control on the classroom -- where they want to go and how to get there. In no instance have we seen out-of-control kids or teachers being reactionary; the teachers have definite expectations and the kids meet them. And, of course, Raina is a model citizen because she always has done what teachers tell her to do. (As Raina says, "you're the teacher, you're the boss!") We just asked her if she'd been in time-out at her new school. Her response: "NO! I would be very disappointed in that." Also, Raina desperately wants to stay in the 4 years-old room, and I think she may be scared that she'll be found out and sent back to the 3's.
We're so thankful that her transition has been smooth and joyous for her.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Krystal finished her comments well in advance, and spent the entire weekend before slacking off and doing nothing of consequence. Lovely.
Raina rejoiced about the new daycare. In fact, she recounted stories of her day for a full 15 minutes of straight talking -- no prompting necessary, as there was never a lull -- and she seemed so ecstatically happy that her mom started getting weepy in the car. Fantastic!
And the Whomptons discovered the baby's gender: a girl. Or, as Raina responded, "What in the world?! FOUR GIRLS!!!" and then just beamed when she realized that she would have a baby sister in the house.
Dinner was superb as always, and we have leftover carrot cake for tomorrow! Woohoo!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The first stop on our trip was in Louisville for lunch. (The Whomptons wisely planned out our meal stops to involve great places to eat.) This is Lynn's Paradise Cafe, an intensely visually stimulating place.
Raina introduces her cows to her queen sized bed.
We have countless food pictures of Raina. Here's dinner the first night there and a great watermelon shot. Raina consumed copious quantities of watermelon: the Whomptons alone ate 3/4 of a melon in one sitting!
Jerry taught Raina how to set up the chess board.
We threw Emily and Jerry a baby shower. We're all acting pregnant!
And now we're all acting like babies. But, trust me, baby food tastes just as bad as our expressions indicate!
After a full week of beach, Raina was just exhausted. She spent a lot of time cuddling with her cows the last few days. Then the Whomptons headed home!
Raina at the big kids playground -- she loves to swing, and is getting better at doing it herself. She obviously prefers being pushed by an adult though!
When Raina was much younger and teething, she constantly sucked on her lower lip. She gave herself a rash from all the concentrated saliva! This summer, Raina reverted back to this, and, although she makes cute faces when she does it, the rash was returning. We finally convinced her to quit.
She looks incredibly like Hannah in this picture. So precious.
Raina and Eric proudly display their Kung Fu Panda tickets. I think Raina loved her ticket much more than the movie experience itself.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
It wasn’t long into the Bear room, however, that Raina’s reaction to daycare changed. She stopped telling stories about her day; in fact, when asked, her response was “I don’t want to talk about my day. What happened in your day?” When pressed about any specific nature of her Bear room experience, she said “I don’t know” and then looked at her feet. Very quickly, we adults realized that Raina was not enjoying her Bear room experience and we asked her why. She told us she was bored and wished she were in the pre-k room. We petitioned for Raina to move into the pre-k room, but were declined because she wasn't old enough. Fortunately / Unfortunately for Raina, she's pretty bright for her age and staying in her current classroom where she already knows everything that's being taught is draining her spirit.
We have spent the last month looking at different pre-schools and daycare centers in the area, and have selected one that we believe will challenge her more and therefore prepare her more for starting school next year. They wholeheartedly agreed that she should be in the four year-old room; she'll start there in 1.5 weeks, and she's counting down the days. It's incredibly sad to leave Westport after being with them for so long, but Raina is SO EXCITED about her new school. After putting all our eggs into another basket, I hope that it's worth it for her.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I began to wonder whether it was just the identification with the princess she liked ... whether Raina loves these books because they have female characters. So, when at Goodwill, I purchased the Little House series (for a whopping $7) in the hope that these stories will catch on too. If so, Raina has some Anne of Green Gables and Ramona in her future!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
This morning, Raina commented on my belly's size again. When I reminded her it was because a baby was in there, she responded in an incredibly endearing way. "My baby sister is in your uterus!" And then she gave my belly a hug and a kiss and said "I miss you baby."
I got all teary and emotional, and I swear it wasn't just pregnancy hormones. Raina was amazingly sweet.
We put her on the couch with Sam and me, and she immediately knew something was up because Eric brought out the camera. We told her we had a big surprise, which she could know about now but wouldn't get to have until much later, and then we told her she'd be a big sister of a little baby brother or sister. She immediately picked sister. (We'll see, right??)
She wasn't overly excited or anything; Eric was actually disappointed by her response and kept trying to egg her on so something was video-worthy. In the end, we gave her a picture of the little one in utero, and she placed it in a prominent spot on the refridgerator. Now, she mostly likes saying "you have a baby in your uterus" which is really funny because uterus just doesn't come out correctly with a 3 year old pronunciation. We'll see if she gets more engaged as time gets closer.
Friday, September 5, 2008
I put her to bed last night as well. Normally, Raina asks for a Nicholas story and two things, but I've changed this to a Nicholas story and ONE thing. If she wants two, then she has to say something herself. Normally, her thing is describing her cows (how mommy cow is funny, or how baby cow snores). Last night was huge in this realm: Raina told her very own Nicholas story as her "one thing." The plot: Nicholas was playing show and tell with us, but then his toy broke, so we helped him fix it, and then everyone was happy and hugged. Her story was great, and I was and am so proud of her! I cannot wait to see if she continues to make up Nicholas stories to share.
Sam is now trying to teach Raina to chant for Obama, but I don't think Raina's going for it.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
But Raina knew another beach trip was in the works, because it was all the Whomptons talked about for two weeks: planning for the beach, making lists for the beach, taking off vacation time for the beach, packing for the beach, shopping for the beach. She really knew it was happening when we took her to Sports Authority and she got her very own life jacket. Boy, was she excited! She wouldn’t even take it off for us to buy it – we had to put her up on the scanner – and then she almost cried when we took it off to strap her in her carseat.
Yes, the Whomptons were going to the beach! But South Carolina is nowhere close to Missouri, as Raina well knows. She spent a lot of time in that last week looking at her USA map puzzle and tracing the path we would take to get there. Trust me, it felt a lot longer in the car. We got up really early on Friday, jumped in the car, and headed off. We stopped off in Louisville for a fantastic lunch at Lynn’s Paradise Café, dropped off Roxanne in Danville, headed on to Knoxville, got sidetracked by a detour and so missed our tasty dinner plans, instead had a meal at a horrifying KFC – Taco Bell establishment, and then finally reached Asheville, NC. Day 1 was complete.
The next day we ate a huge IHOP breakfast, stopped at Yesterdays in Columbia, and then plodded along in the Myrtle Beach traffic to reach Litchfield. Although our day began at 4:30 a.m. and ended at 9:00 p.m. Friday, it felt like a much shorter day than Saturday. At this point, Raina was losing hope. After finally arriving to the rental agency and then the beach house and unloading the car, we still weren’t done. We had to get groceries and stock up the house. This was Raina’s mental and emotional undoing. She refused to get in the car and, once there, refused to leave the car. We forcibly removed her, grumpily shopped, and then went back home. We ate dinner and then happily walked over to the beach.
Raina knew that she’d see the ocean and sand, but her gasp of shock in her first view was truly memorable. She raced closer and then immediately wanted to play in the sand. Admittedly, we were too tired to do anything at the beach besides pay homage, which is exactly what we did. We returned back to the beach house to discover Papa Bill, Mama Jo, Emily and Jerry.
Over the next few days, Raina learned how to do chess set-up with Jerry, she painted an ungodly number of “paint with waters,” she ate approximately 1/3 of a watermelon and a ton of nachos, she played and played in the sand, occasionally got in the water, helped with Emily and Jerry’s baby shower, collected shells, rejoiced in family, talked about and patted her baby cousin, read the same three books over and over again, acquired 61 freckles, and overall had a good time. I think Raina started to be bored with the beach around Thursday – she actively destroyed our incarnation of Mordor – and declined going back Thursday afternoon. I think Thursday afternoon also saw her only tantrum of the week. Friday was much better; we dug a huge hole to China, and spent a lot of time riding waves and being sharks in the water.
Saturday saw us on the road again. This time, we took Compton directions back to Columbia, ate at a lackluster Wendy’s, chuckled mightily when passing the Comptons on the highway, caravanned with them to Knoxville, and then parted ways. We made it to Danville, patronized a local Mexican restaurant, and then spent the evening chatting with Joan and Tony Haigh, who are, quite possibly, the nicest persons in the world. Raina impressed them by doing chess set-up and going to bed when told. She’s a good kid.
The next day, the Haighs stuffed us with food and introduced us to 63 degree weather. Oh, it was glorious. We picked up Roxanne, separated from Sam, and headed home. We finally broke out a movie for Raina to watch – yes, she had occupied herself for 32 hours in the car without complaining – and finished in time for a tasty BBQ lunch in Mount Vernon. The rest of the trip home was smooth and easy.
Of course, we had to turn around and immediately go to the grocery store on Sunday, but that’s okay. Raina is a champ and she proved, over and over again on this trip, how much she can take in stride. She routinely asked to hear “the states,” which was a list of all the states through which we travelled to get to / from the beach. At one point we asked her if she liked being in the car. She replied no, but then elaborated that she knew she would get to the beach at the end. She just had to wait. What a mature thought process for a three year old!
Those two weeks were very busy. We’d get up and go to the Y, rush home and shower, eat lunch at 10:30 a.m., and then get back on the road. COCA is located in University City, Eric and my old stomping ground, but is nowhere close to our current home. After spending 30 or so minutes in the car, we’d descend upon COCA and leave Raina to an afternoon of art, singing, and dancing. (I spent the 3 hours each day wandering around various libraries during that time.)
All in all, Raina didn’t enjoy COCA very much. When asked, she said she’d rather 1) go to the Little Gym, 2) go to daycare, or 3) stay home with mommy. However, she did prefer COCA over the Y nursery, so there you go.
Her two weeks camp culminated in a show, where all the 3, 4, and 5 year-olds showed off all they learned in a ridiculously cute performance. Raina was so proud of her hand-made show invitation, and was saddened when I told her we couldn’t go. We planned to be in Knoxville, TN, by the time of the performance, so I snuck in to watch Raina on Thursday afternoon instead. It was hilarious.
The other kids were adorable. They really got into the dance routines, they sang the songs, the whole bit. Raina did mostly nothing that involved big body movements. No spinning, or jumping, or anything of that nature. She actually stood still for an entire song while all the other kids “penguin attacked” each other. One song involved a lot of cheesy smiling and she would do that, but not much more. The final song was “A Hard Knock Life” from Annie, which essentially involved the kids running around and dancing however they wanted. Raina decided to walk around the edges of the mirror, roll on the floor, and talk with her teacher.
All in all, I laughed a lot, and learned a lot about my kid. I think Raina really showed her age in comparison to the other kids. And I may have to put my little ballerina / modern dancer dreams on hold for a bit, at least until she’s willing to perform in public :)
Monday, July 14, 2008
Also, Raina has a very firm grasp of left and right (as she learned to make a capital L with her left hand) and so she will frequently shout out “two five, twenty-five, on the RIGHT!!!” She just beams after every single one.
Raina is an incredibly focused kid and, if her mind is sufficiently occupied, she will work on the task for long periods of time until she gets it right. Fortunately / Unfortunately for Raina, this means she’s smart for her age, which directly leads to boredom a lot of the time. Raina is ridiculously bored going to the YMCA nursery this summer. The nursery is filled with kids aged 6 weeks to just before kindergarten, and toys recommended for that age group. It doesn’t matter. Raina is bored silly, and will often wait at the front window for me to return and pick her up so she can get out of there. In fact, one nursery worker commented to me “Raina is very smart, and she’s bored in the nursery. At least she’ll be moving up to the Hub soon.” The Hub is where the older kids go, five and up. When I corrected the worker, Raina had just turned three and she had TWO MORE YEARS of the nursery, the worker just shook her head and apologized. Poor Raina.
Luckily for her, she only has two more weeks of nursery to go this summer. And she’s going to summer camp in the afternoons, which I hope will keep her happy. But there’s no question for next year. When she turns four, we have to enroll her in school – she’d go crazy in another year of daycare – and she has to go to summer camp instead of the YMCA nursery. I think it’s the only way the two of us will stay sane next summer!
Raina knows her letters and at some point we realized we could be doing phonix work with her. She sounds out the letters, saying “buh, buh, B!”, and then lists off a bunch of B words (blue, berry, Braidon). She’s really good at it, and has become addicted to “Big Bird Gets a Letter,” an online Sesame Street game, in which six objects and a letter are shown. The task is to identify the three objects that begin with the letter’s sound. She’s rather solid on the consonants, but occasionally gets tripped up by vowels. Vowels having two sounds is a little much for her active working memory to process; she struggles to identify the picture, figure out its start sound, identify the letter, and match it to the displayed letter’s start sound, when the letter has two possible sounds. I admit, I mostly hate the letter C for this very reason. I haven’t figured out a logical explanation of why C decided to have two sounds, both of which were already represented by other letters. She’s getting better with the vowels, and when she’s hanging out by herself you can hear her chant “ih, ih, I!” or “eh, eh, E!” as she tries to get it straight.
She still hasn’t mastered pronouncing all the sounds in words, though. She says “th” as “f,” which makes her age “free.” And she just ignores the “L” sound in all words, although she can say “L” just fine. She’ll figure it out eventually :)
Raina’s legs are long enough to reach her Big Wheel pedals easily, and she is quite speedy on her bike. We will bike up to the Ross Playground, which is mostly uphill and requires some additional help from her parents, but on the flat or slightly downhill slopes, Raina is a speed demon. We actually have to jog to keep up with her. The funniest part, though, is watching her park the Big Wheel at the bike rakes. She careens directly at the metal poles, her parents gasp desperately and reach to catch her (always missing), and she stops just perfectly and jumps right out. She does this to me every time and I still panic and then shake my head in relief. I thought biking would really wear her out, but it doesn’t, so when the temperature drops, we might go on family walks/bikes at Creve Coeur Lake. The terrain is very flat, the path is wide enough, and it’s a much longer route. We’re going to build up her muscles one way or another!
- She was so impressed that she got a ticket, and she handed it to someone, that he ripped it easily, and then gave her a piece back. She cautioned me a lot: “Don’t rip the ticket anymore, Mommy!”
- The ticket had letters AND numbers on it. This was mind-boggling to Raina, who is slowly recognizing letters and numbers everywhere she goes.
- She got her own seat. And she sat in Daddy’s lap. And she pushed her seat up and down. And then she sat in her own seat again.
- The cow didn’t go into the movie theatre because she didn’t have a ticket.
- In response to the movie, she said, “The Good Guys hit the Bad Guys.” Now, I admit, I was worried that the film would be too violent for Raina. Earlier this summer she watched a Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode with us and Raina was very confused. Buffy kept hitting people but nobody told her she was wrong and nobody put her in time-out. So I asked Raina if the good guys LIKED hitting the bad guys. Her response: “The good guys hit the bad guys, but they didn’t want to.” Good enough, I guess.
Overall, the majority of her stories were about her ticket. And since it cost $5.75, it was worth many stories!
As a result of the bed delivery, the Whomptons suddenly had a twin bed available again. We previously had discussed upgrading Raina’s bed to something larger, and we decided this might be the most opportune moment. Raina was very excited about the new bed, and was even more excited to learn she could pick out her own sheets and blankets for her very big girl bed.
We hauled off to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and Target and walked up and down the aisles until something struck Raina’s fancy. She gravitated towards pink – not exclusively, though, as she also picked out gold, blue striped, and chestnut sets. What amazed us most is that she walked down the temptation aisle, rife with Disney Princess and Dora the Explorer and other “sell your soul” type of options, and she never even paused. No interest from her there. In the end, she selected a set of pink striped sheets and a very cuddly bright pink blanket. She hugged the blanket during the rest of the Target venture and the entire ride home.
We set up the bed and she had no difficulty going right to sleep. And when she’s awake, she tucks Nicholas under the blanket, head on the pillow, so he can have a comfortable place to sleep as well.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Raina was her usually perky self yesterday. She played happily for hours, rejoiced when we ate at a restaurant (even though she chose to take her own food), and then played Sesame Street games until bed. It wasn't until Eric was putting her to bed that Raina confessed her belly hurt. She had a rather bad case of diarrhea, so Eric sent her downstairs for another cuddle hug from Mommy and I sent her back upstairs to continue the bedtime routine.
Approximately 45 seconds later, we heard the panicked cry for help coming from Eric. Sam and I dashed upstairs to see a fair amount of vomit on Raina's bed, her cows, and her bedroom floor. Clearly she laid down on her cows, just like always, but then she got sick all over the place. And although she felt miserable and was really uncomfortable, she was perfectly calm and obedient. She did everything we asked of her, willingly got in the tub for a bath, and stayed put when we tried to clean everything up. She didn't even look sad when I told her she couldn't sleep with the cows because they had to take a bath too.
I had felt pretty badly earlier that day and had spent some time huddled next to the toilet, so we reinforced the message for Raina: if you feel yucky again, call for us and then head straight to the bathroom! So Raina got a surprise bath, and then cuddled some more, and then she willingly tried round two of bedtime.
It didn't last long. Apparently she got up and came looking for us, then got sick, then turned around to find the bathroom, and got sick some more. The poor kid. This cycle continued for a long time, about 3 hours. Multiple times a parent was holding her, recognized the symptoms, and then dashed off to the bathroom again. It was physically and emotional painful for us to watch Raina be so miserable but stoic at the same time. We kept repeating "I'm so sorry that your belly hurts, Raina!" and she'd respond "I know that, Mommy," like she was trying to console and reassure me.
Eventually, around 10 p.m. or so, Raina decided that she wanted to lie down, as opposed to cuddling in the cuddle chair. I drew first watch and I sat with her for about an hour before I trusted she was sleeping and not going to be sick anymore.
We've had no complications whatsoever today. I pulled out all the stops just in case, but they haven't been necessary. In fact, she requested "three blue boxes of cereal" for breakfast and she was overwhelmingly ecstatic at swim class today. All in all, a reasonably fast recovery. Now let's hope that the other Whomptons stay bug free!
Monday, July 7, 2008
Also, Raina has finally developed the leg length to bike her Big Wheel with ease. She can bike to the Ross Playground, play there, and then bike home. She's really slow going up the hills -- and often needs a helpful shove from a parent to get some momentum -- but she speeds down the hills. We actually have to jog to keep up with her. But, again, she gets home and sleeps for ages. Her little three year-old body can only take so much without collapsing.
It's a sad story. I mean, the words "cold and empty" are used, and Raina uses them too now and she understands what they mean. So today at breakfast, we talked about best friends and how you can feel happy knowing that you have a best friend even if you don't see him or her all the time. How she can be excited to go home and see her cows, but that it's okay to be excited about doing other things without her cows. She nodded and then said, "I have other best friends!" Her parents, wondering which daycare kid she was going to mention, asked to know of whom she was speaking.
Raina said: "My cousins! And I'm getting a new cousin! A boy cousin!" And then she happily resumed eating her breakfast.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Two weeks ago, we ran into Pam and Gavin at the pool, and discovered that the baby had just been born. To give Pam a break, Raina and I hosted Gavin on Friday. Sadly, they didn't seem to remember each other at all, but they had a great time anyway. The pair had very interesting parallel conversations (about swimming, swimsuits, siblings, snacks, being silly, and animal sounds), built a great train track, fought off monsters in the dollhouse, danced to Finding Nemo music, ate a huge lunch, and played CandyLand, the peacock game, and Gulo, Gulo. It was lots of fun to watch the two of them together.
What I learned most is that Gavin is a better friend than Raina is. While Raina was willing to share all her toys, she didn't want to always play with them. Gavin was much more willing to be considerate of what Raina wanted to do than the other way around. Additionally, Raina's bossy side emerged on occasion, which caused Gavin to look at me with a "why is she like this?" expression on his face. At one point, Gavin was working on the train track solo because Raina had abdicated all responsibility for it. She was just rolling on the floor, chatting to her stuffed cat. Gavin then said to both of us, "I wish Raina would stop talking to her cat and come talk to me." It was the most articulate expression of emotion I have ever heard from a three year-old.
Hanging out with Gavin for four hours straight caused Raina to CRASH afterwards. She slept three straight hours, and we had to yank her out of bed for dinner. Overall, a great experience :)
Then Krystal went on summer break and Raina and Mommy started spending ALL their time together. It has been slightly rocky. Mornings are fine: we go to the Y nursery, the library, swimming, and then have lunch. It's all the post-lunch time that drives me insane, because that's when Raina should be napping. Instead, though, she prefers to throw tantrums over small things (like not having enough water in her cup), and this results in lots of screaming and crying. I don't stomach it well and I don't like my daughter being reduced to such a state. Unfortunately for all of us, I refuse to give in to these tactics, so we're all rather miserable for a while. After screaming and crying for about 10 minutes, Raina gives up and moves on to a new thing, usually something happy. But on those days where Raina screams for over an hour straight, I'm happyto relinquish all authority and responsibility to Eric and I say "she's your child for the rest of the night."
Raina goes to daycare each Thursday, and we never have issues on Thursday night. But, oh, on Wednesdays ....
Monday, June 23, 2008
Yes, well, it's nice to voice an opinion, but it really isn't up to her. Or so I thought. Raina figured that if Mommy and Daddy could make a younger sibling, then she could make one too. She now has imaginary brothers and sisters -- she even calls them by name, there are 11 of them -- and they do all sorts of crazy adventures. She frequently will tell a story and then say, "... my sister did that. She's silly!" or "My brother is so funny!"
What's most amusing about this is that she refers to her brother and sister in mixed company, and those adults look rather confused by her comments. As yet, we haven't explained the situation, because, well, it's funny. And I don't have the heart to tell Raina that her brother and sister are pretend. They seem real enough to her. I just never imagined that she would pick siblings to be her imaginary friends.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Eric is much more creative with the Nicholas stories and, when he has composed a really good one, he shares it with the adults too. It's good to know what goes on in your house when you're not paying attention.
This week stretched the Whompton adults to the mental breaking point. We painted the dining room and hallway, acquired a piano, and then suffered as our plumbing self-destructed. Raina was great the whole time. We jammed to They Might Be Giants (we alternated between the ABCs and 123s), Raina watched the painting and played with her Legos and puzzles, and she jumped and jumped and jumped to get rid of her energy in a non-bothersome way.
Additionally, Raina has adopted the word "Why???" as her response to each statement an adult makes. She never really listens or accepts the answer a parent gives, because she immediately turns around with another "why?" It's remarkably tedious and almost caused her mom to snap. Five days a week, nine hours a day of this type of conversation is more than anyone should have to handle.
Raina has had two swim lessons so far. The first was mostly frustrating, as she refused to separate from a parent. The second one was much more successful. She can float on her back (which we happily use now to wash her hair in the bathtub), she dive-bomb leaps into the pool and goes under the water without panicking, she can swim (with the assistance of a noodle) the entire length of the pool multiple times, she can touch the bottom of the pool in most places, and she happily spends time in the water. This is such a huge turn of events from last year, where we had to almost force her into the pool and she clutched at a parent the whole time. Now, if we're not watching, she will paddle herself across the pool and then a parent has to chase after her.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Samantha has a great habit of scoring fantastic seats, right next to 1st or 3rd base. We recently went as a whole family and had a lovely time. (We didn't hesitate to leave before the 4th inning was over, though. Like I said, we're not native.)
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Thursday, June 5, 2008
The wedding was in Indy, and we made the drive Saturday morning. We armed ourselves with plenty of books on CD, and we continuously exchanged out Cat in the Hat for Harold's Purple Crayon for Knuffle Bunny, etc., to keep Raina occupied. She's very good at following along with the story and, in many cases, knew when to turn the page before being prompted. Raina also told us numerous stories and read some out loud to us. We captured I Want to Eat a Child, as read by Raina Compton, on video to share.
We intended to arrive an hour or so before the wedding, with plenty of time to check into the hotel, change clothes, freshen up, etc. The timing didn't exactly pan out, and we got rather worried that we weren't going to make the wedding at all. Thankfully we arrived 15 minutes before showtime, changed our clothes in the church parking lot, and dashed inside with Nicholas. Nicholas is a 3.5 feet tall stuffed cat and is now in the honored family of cows. Nicholas did a good job of staying still and being quiet during the ceremony. Raina and Eric didn't fare so well. Raina continuously fidgeted (which was totally expected) and asked to get a drink of water numerous times. Eric and Raina even played hide and seek out in the foyer! But we all were there to witness the union of John and Cindy and to celebrate their future together.
Since we arrived barely on time, we didn't get a chance to do the pre-show schmooze. Suddenly we were swamped with all these friends in the post-wedding time, when our first desire was to ESCAPE and RUN and let Raina be FREE! Raina did not respond well when told she had to sit still and smile for the camera; we bribed her with a promise of swimming to get one picture taken. Finally we were off.
The Whompton clan had a great time swimming. Eric hadn't seen Raina's considerable comfort level in the pool and he was amazed by how happy she was to splash around and swim and jump. We convinced her to try the hot tub -- totally a present for the adults -- and then also convinced her it would be too cold to get back into the pool. Yes, we all did it when we were kids, but I'm a big wimp now and I know better! Later, Raina sat entranced with SpongeBob while the parents quickly suited up and prepared for the reception.
The reception was a great party. We knew lots of folks, many of whom we hadn't seen in a long time, and Raina claimed the dance floor. In fact, Raina started dancing during the official 1st dance, and then during the parent/child dances, and all the dances thereafter. We finally realized she wanted to dance near the spinning globe lights, and she spent a significant part of the evening trying to jump on all the colored lights on the floor. She chased them for a good hour. Then the poor kid tuckered out. Traveling, sitting still, swimming, dancing, staying up late, and no nap: it was time to go.
We crashed hard and sorta slept in the next morning. (The previous occupants of our hotel room left the alarm clock set; that was an unwelcome surprise!) We hung out with Mr. Kearney at breakfast, acquired some new trains, and then we were off for home.
The wedding was a wonderful experience and Raina got to wear a new party dress. A success all around!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Eric sang the "Her name is Raina; she's kinda poopy" song from Raina's babyhood. Raina's response: a maniacal laugh, and a semi-convincing declaration that she wasn't poopy. And then many requests to hear the song some more :)
Eric asked Raina "Would you like to have more train pieces for your train set?" Raina's response: "All right, but I want to sing the ABC song first."
Lauren and John introduced themselves and tried to talk with Raina. Her response: "RARHHH!" which is her leap-frog monster growl. They didn't get it.
We took Raina to the dentist to watch Eric's teeth cleaning, so she could figure out the system and not freak out when we took her to the dentist for her own cleaning. Midway through, we asked her "Raina, do you want to come to the dentist?" Her response: "I'm already here!"
We asked Raina to go check on Roxanne. Her response: "Roxxxxx-ANNE! You don't have to put on the red light!" sung/shouted down the stairs.
Each time she spins her Hi-ho Cherry Oh! wheel, she raises her arms in a victory salute and celebrates. She also looks appropriately disappointed when she has to empty her bucket.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
So here is Raina at her early morning best.
Here's a visual recapping of the end of March:
Raina fell asleep on Eric -- something that rarely if ever happens anymore because 1) Raina does not nap and 2) Raina certainly doesn't nap on a parent! But we were watching Ratouille, a remarkably boring film, and it put Raina straight to sleep. This is how grumpy she looks when waking up.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
At some point, Eric told Raina that, on Saturday, two important things would happen: 1. they'd build a crazy involved fort and 2. I would come home from Arizona. Raina knows where Arizona is, and she would frequently point to the map and say "mommy in A-zona."
They picked me up from the airport, but Raina was sleeping in the car. She didn't see me until we were unloading the car, where I miraculously appeared in the garage. (She still thinks I just magically showed up in the garage.) For the remainder of the day, she cuddled in my lap, held my hand, leaned her head against me, grabbed my leg for an impromptu hug, repeated "you came back!" and "you were in the garage", and ran around with an insane zeal. She was an incredibly happy kid.
That night, she easily went to bed, she slept in the next morning, and then took a 3.5 hours nap the next day. And we had to forcibly remove her from bed Monday morning. I think she's trying to catch up from her lack of sleep last week.
On Sunday, Eric and I discussed taking more trips: Cincinnati, Indianapolis, and an adult trip to an as-yet-to-be-determined location. Each time, Raina volunteered "I come too!" and, if that wasn't well received, she plaintively said "you stay here, Mommy."
It may be a while before she recovers and trusts that I'm here in St. Louis for the long haul.