What a difference 10 weeks makes

Indie Rocker

Felicity and I were listening to the radio on our way to music class on Monday. Her favorite thing to do is to ask who is singing the song on the radio. Most of the time I know, but when I don't know I try to make something up.

Felicity: Mommy, who's this?

Mommy: Ummm, I think it's Of Montreal. (Knowing full well that it wasn't, but still unsure as to who the band really was.)

Felicity: No it's not, Mommy, it's Spoon. It's on Daddy's iPod.

Mommy: You're absolutely right, Felicity. It is Spoon.

Felicity: I told you so!

Gaining Cool Points With Her Fellow 3 Year Olds

Felicity has been going through a phase in which the word "poop" is, by far, the most enticing and hilarious word she can say. She uses it ALL the time. Mostly under her breath. And mostly to get a rise out of me. I think that either Chris or I says something to the effect of: "Felicity, we don't talk about poop unless you have to go poop. Do you need to use the potty?" about fifty times a day.

So, last night when she was in one of her talking-about-poop moods, and standing in front of her easel drawing, I decided to try another approach. "Instead of talking about poop, Felicity, let's learn to write the word 'poop'" I said. "Like words in books?" she asked. "Yep," I replied.

So I taught her how to write the letter p. And since she knows "o" already, it was an easy word to write. Having learned this, she was quite empowered. She must have written the word a hundred times.

I thought it might be out of her system, so to speak.

Then, this morning, we walked into her classroom and there was a table of kids drawing with markers. "Katherine! Chaz! Come here, I want to show you something!" she exclaimed. Her friends gathered around her eagerly. And then, with careful precision and an ear-to-ear grin, she wrote the word poop. "THAT SAYS POOP!!!" she screamed. Her friends looked at her paper wide-eyed and then all of them laughed in unison.

The teacher looked at me. "She can't write her name, huh, but she CAN write 'poop'" she joked with me. "Yes," I replied, "She really makes us proud. By the end of the week we're hoping she can write all the four letter words." Now that's a goal to which all parents aspire.

This morning

This is the image that I came downstairs to this morning. Sometimes she is just too cute for words.
And here she is looking like a big girl in her new clothes from Grandma. (Thanks for the surprise present, Grandma!)

Homecoming Weekend 2008

Last weekend was homecoming and there was a great kid-friendly carnival on campus. Felicity loved every last second of it.

She especially loved the great big inflatable slide and she went down it again and again with her little friend J.J.

She also braved the pain and got herself a tattoo.


After a very short nap we decided to go apple picking. Felicity ate more apples than she picked, but she still loved the event!
And that was just Saturday! We're looking forward to a surprisingly warm weekend this weekend, so we might attempt the pumpkin patch!

Big Pumpkin!!

We were at Borders Books the other night and she screamed, "BIG PUMPKIN!!! MOMMY IT'S MY FAVORITE BOOK!" So, we bought it and brought it home with big plans to read it. But, as it turns out, she actually knows all the words and has been "reading" it to us.

It's a GIRL!!!!! (thank goodness :) )

and if you click on the photos they get bigger!

Revisionist Princess

Setting: Family Room. Princess Felicity enters wearing her Cinderella costume (courtesy of Amy and Amy!) and declares...

Princess Felicity: Daddy, you are the handsome prince, o.k.?

Daddy/Handsome Prince: O.K. Felicity.

Princess Felicity: O.K. Handsome prince. It's very good to see you. I missed you so much. But I have to go to work now. You stay here on the couch. I'll be back later.

Princess Felicity runs to the kitchen and scribbles on paper. Mommy is in the kitchen doing dishes.

Mommy: Felicity, what are you doing?

Princess Felicity: I am the princess and I am at work. When I'm done, I'm going to go back to see the handsome prince.