Friday, June 29, 2012
Last weekend, we went to a birthday party for one of Kai's friends. It was at Make-A-Bear. I have never been to the store before... and all I can really say about it is... Creepy! But, Kai loved it. She chose a stuffed dog, rather then a bear, to "build".
After they had chosen the type of animal they would stuff, fluff and dress, they were asked to name their animal. Kai wasn't expecting to have to select a name, and isn't really that into naming her toys. So, when he called on her, she got that deer-in-the-headlights look, glanced at the limp dog in her hand, glanced back at the guy and said, "oscar". She panicked and chose the name of the dog she knows best.
After choosing a name, the kids went on to stuff and fluff their bears (or dogs). Kai loved the fluffing machine -- how ingenious these people are (I know, let's have an air table that they can hold the toys over and that will take five minutes and make the experience feel somehow more complete).
Once the animals were stuffed and fluffed - they were ready to be dressed. The guy running the party had picked out a TON of outfits for the kids to choose from for their stuffed animal. He was going over each option -- holding it up and saying something like, "here's a cute swimsuit with googles" or "this is a nice spring dress" -- and he gets to the tutu and says, "and here is a ballerina outfit". Kailey shoots her hand into the air and says, "I want that one!" We told her to be patient and let him finish. So she sits there - vibrating - while he finishes talking about the rest of the selections/options. As soon as he finishes, Kai jumps up ready to snatch the tutu. Eric described it as a "Hunger Games moment" (you know, ready to take out anyone that got in between her and that tutu).
We told her to sit down and wait for instructions. The guy then went through each kid, asking them which outfit they wanted. Kailey was literally ready to pop by the time he got to her and when he said, "Kailey?" she yelled, "I want the TUTU!!" like her life depended on it.
Once she had her new dog, stuffed, fluffed, and outfitted in a pink tutu, Kai scruntched up her face and said, "this is Oscar THE GIRL." Clearly, she was regretting the choice of name... but, her solution to the dilemma works just fine.
She loves her Oscar the GIRL.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
We recently spent a night at the Claremont Hotel -- the same place my parents stayed for Kai's birthday weekend (it's only a mile from our house! But, we love this place... and there was this great deal on Living Social that we bought so we could have a bit of a staycation). We just wanted to let Kai play in the pool for a couple of days, since she had so much fun during her birthday weekend. And, boy, did she play! It was very similar to what she did before (that I previously wrote about), which is frustrating given that -- in the interim -- I had signed her up for swim lessons. I did this because she had so much fun swimming during our trip to Santa Barbara and when my parents came to visit, and she has shown such aptitude for swimming, that I thought she might really enjoy it. But, no. Swimming lessons were a total bust. The first Saturday, she went in the pool, refused to participate, started crying about 5 minutes into the lesson, got out, and refused to go back in. We sat and watched most of the rest of the lesson. This is par for the course for Kai -- she often likes to spend the first class just observing before she digs in herself. So, I thought the following weekend would be better. But, no. Not better. She got in the pool (OK, so that's better), but refused to do anything the class was doing. She kept wandering away. Playing with other toys. Acting like she was afraid to put her head under water (as if!) and being the kid that was distracting everyone else from their lesson. Ugh. Week 3? Much of the same. We talked in between the classes about how much she loved to swim, how good she is at holding her breath under water. She always seemed ready to do better, but then we'd get back to swim class and... epic fail.
So the third swim class was the same day we were checking in for our night away at the Claremont. I thought maybe we had ruined swimming for Kailey, because the last three weeks had gone so badly in the pool. But, apparently, it was just the lesson. She still loves the pool. The day we checked in, we didn't get to the hotel until 3 and by the time we were settled and at the pool, it was 4, so we only swam for a few hours and then went to dinner and watched a movie (it was also cold and cloudy the first day -- but, still, Kai had fun in the pool and was doing all of the things she refused to do at swim class). The next morning, we were at the pool by 10:30 AM and we stayed until 6 PM. And Kai swam the WHOLE time (except for one 15 minute break for lunch and one 15 minute rest during which she asked when she could return to the pool every 5 seconds). And I don't mean she splashed around. She swam. Diving under the water, flailing around, emerging, and diving again. Over and over and over. I asked her why she would do those things at swim class and she said, "I just wasn't ready for swim class, mom." Sigh.
So -- she still loves the water. Hates the lessons. A real do-it-yourselfer, she is. A good trait in some respects, but it would be nice if she'd also let others instruct a bit too.
Needless to say, I'm not signing up for more swim lessons any time soon. And, she's been rather difficult at soccer recently as well. She told me she "only wants to take gymnastics." I am losing this battle, clearly. I am uncertain if she has an actual strategy in mind to boycott all classes until I sign her up for gymnastics again, or if it more subconscious. Sometimes it seems like an evil master plan that is working. I signed her up for gymnastics camp in August.
Since our weekend at the Claremont (which was Memorial Day), we've been battling illness. Well, that's not true. We had one good week. Then Kai came down with a high fever that didn't abate after 4 days. I finally took her to the doctor on Saturday morning and it was pneumonia. Poor kid!! So, she's on antibiotics and Eric and I are now fighting off whatever virus she had that started the whole infection. Luckily, she is on the mend.