Sweet Dreams // Bedtime Conversation #7,112,014

Bedtime conversation with my preschooler…

Me: Good night. Sweet dreams. ❤️

DEA4: “But mommy, I will probably have bad wishes, while I sweep, wike last night.” 😕

Me: Dream about happiness, unicorns and princesses… 😊

DEA4: “Hmmm… But, ‘You get what you get and you don’t fro a fit,’ Mommy.”

Me: 💋 Sweet Dreams beautiful girl.
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Being 4 is Rough! // Excuses

This is the response that I received when I asked her to carry her own backpack inside of the house.
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“I can’t. My hands are in my pockets and I’m too wittle.” {Obviously, being four is rough.} Needless to say, she quickly realized that she didn’t NEED to use her hands to help. No excuses. LOL!

Cheers to keeping it real!
❤️ Jen

P.S. It’s raining. Mommy is carrying eight, yes eight, grocery bags, a purse, trash and 3 umbrellas.

4-year-olds // Keeping it Real

Well, the afternoon started off pretty well today and then got progressively worse as the night went on. Life with a four-year-old can get a little daunting. Who knew we’d go from Terrible Twos to Treacherous Threes to WTF!?! Fours? When I really think about it, it seems that on most days, she is completely irrational. Cute & brilliant but irrational. But tonight… She threw a wrench into our normalcy.

Me: “Please stop crawling on top of the table. It’s time to do homework.”
FYI: Preschool homework is pretty intense these days & no we don’t allow her to crawl accross the dining table.
DEA4: {Whispers to my five-year-old, and I quote,} “I’m nignoring mommy.” – She’s always been sassy. SMH.
She crawled across the dining room table AGAIN, preceding to bump and spill my coffee. {Yes coffee, I brew a cup nightly… for my sanity.} Immediately bawling, she jumped off the table and stood on the Naughty Mat {An idea similar to that of the Supernanny.}
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I went with it and said nothing.
After approximately three minutes of sobbing she stops.
Silence.

DEA4: “Mommy. I’m sorry. Can I please get out of time out?
I walked over to her and sat on the floor facing her. – My time out ritual.
Me: “Why are you standing in time out?”
{The question that I ask every time prior to one being removed from time out.}
DEA: {Gently clasping my face in her hands, she looked me square in the eye.} “I’m sorry for not wisssening to myself. I wuv you. Amen.” {She followed with a kiss on my mouth.}
Needless to say, I was quite shocked!

It was nice that she actually showed some remorse for her actions. & On her own. It’s refreshing that sometimes she can be so sweet.
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Cheers to baby steps & keeping it real!
xoox

Jen

MLK Holiday // Via Preschoolers

Another reminder that innocence is bliss.

AKA5: “What are we doing after the party today?”
Me: “Who’s party?”
AKA: “Delaney said said we were going to our new friend’s birthday instead of school.”
Me: “There isn’t a party.”
DEA4: “Wemember Mommy… {said: wide-eyed & annoyed} Marty’s birfday!?!”
Me: LOL! Marty? “Oh, you mean Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.”
Both Girls: “YES!” {long pause…}
Me: “Uhh, maybe we’ll go to Target.” {smiling – big & fake}
DEA: “Do you fink we could get an Icee to celebrate?”
Me: {SMH & chuckling.} “Okay. That sounds good.”
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Cheers to Eloquent Epilogues!
❤Jen