Lola is a Bully, Peace on Earth, and other stories.
Lola is one of the older babies in her room, which means that she's more active and agile than they are. Apparently she uses that to her advantage and frequently crawls over to other babies and takes their toys. I can only imagine that the other babies don't like it, but Lola doesn't seem to care. Earlier this week, the daycare workers brought out a new toy specially for Lola: a crawling tunnel. Lola's response was terror and she refused to go anywhere near it. One of the other babies, Anderson, used that to his advantage. Anderson stationed himself next to the tunnel and whenever Lola made motions toward his toys, Anderson shook the tunnel. Lola backed away fearfully and then went to torment someone else. I like the thought of Lola getting her comeuppance.
The Whompton household gets up early on weekdays. When it's dark out (like it is all winter) the girls don't know when it's morning, so they rely on the sounds. People moving around = time to start the day. On the weekends, though, the adults don't get out of bed until 6 a.m., and we get to listen to the girls entertain themselves in their bedrooms. Raina sings songs to herself, counts in Spanish, and tells stories; Lola babbles, giggles, kicks her bed, and occasionally plays with the crib toys. Eric and I listen to them and marvel at how cute they both are.
Tis the Holiday Season, and so has begun another round of preventing an obsession-with-presents movement in our children. Last year had some hiccups -- most notably, Raina was told by another kid that she must have been bad, because Santa didn't come to her house -- and we're hoping for better success this year. Raina knows that we don't celebrate Christmas, and that's what she says when people ask her. (Luckily 4 year-olds don't ask "Why not?" That will probably come next year.) And she doesn't watch kiddie TV and so she's not exposed to the insane marketing geared toward kids her age. In essence, she doesn't realize that there's a whole commercialized world out there, and we are thrilled about that.
We're not total scrooges, though. The Great Pumpkin comes and leaves Raina a gift in exchange for all her Halloween candy. Last year Raina asked for a pink comforter; this year she asked for play jewelry. I like the thought of ONE GIFT, as opposed to DOZENS. She's already decided what she wants for next year: a flute.
In Raina's class, the students have been studying "Peace on Earth." They painted pictures of the Earth, made their own little people to put on the Earth, and made wishes for peace. Raina said that peace is "my family playing outside" and her wish for the world was for "everyone to see a shooting star." (I think she wants everyone to have a wish.) Luckily, there's a meteor shower THIS WEEK -- everyone, go out, see a shooting star, make a wish, and help Raina bring peace on Earth.
The Whompton household gets up early on weekdays. When it's dark out (like it is all winter) the girls don't know when it's morning, so they rely on the sounds. People moving around = time to start the day. On the weekends, though, the adults don't get out of bed until 6 a.m., and we get to listen to the girls entertain themselves in their bedrooms. Raina sings songs to herself, counts in Spanish, and tells stories; Lola babbles, giggles, kicks her bed, and occasionally plays with the crib toys. Eric and I listen to them and marvel at how cute they both are.
Tis the Holiday Season, and so has begun another round of preventing an obsession-with-presents movement in our children. Last year had some hiccups -- most notably, Raina was told by another kid that she must have been bad, because Santa didn't come to her house -- and we're hoping for better success this year. Raina knows that we don't celebrate Christmas, and that's what she says when people ask her. (Luckily 4 year-olds don't ask "Why not?" That will probably come next year.) And she doesn't watch kiddie TV and so she's not exposed to the insane marketing geared toward kids her age. In essence, she doesn't realize that there's a whole commercialized world out there, and we are thrilled about that.
We're not total scrooges, though. The Great Pumpkin comes and leaves Raina a gift in exchange for all her Halloween candy. Last year Raina asked for a pink comforter; this year she asked for play jewelry. I like the thought of ONE GIFT, as opposed to DOZENS. She's already decided what she wants for next year: a flute.
In Raina's class, the students have been studying "Peace on Earth." They painted pictures of the Earth, made their own little people to put on the Earth, and made wishes for peace. Raina said that peace is "my family playing outside" and her wish for the world was for "everyone to see a shooting star." (I think she wants everyone to have a wish.) Luckily, there's a meteor shower THIS WEEK -- everyone, go out, see a shooting star, make a wish, and help Raina bring peace on Earth.
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