Margaret had an appointment with her geneticist, who is notoriously late all the time. So much so that we are told that we don't have to be on time for our appointment. We waited almost TWO hours in the doctors office for him to arrive. Lots of time for mischief to happen in a room that had only a table and two chairs and a window and a door.
I like to dress Margaret in clothes that very easily come off and go back on when we go to the doctor and by easily, I mean that I am able to dress and undress her while she is screaming and trying to get away from me. Today she had on a denim shirt dress that closed by snaps in the front. This dress became her obsession, especially after she saw how easy it was to open and close snaps. After a while she grew tired of snapping and decided that she like wearing the dress open. I am one to pick my battles so I let her wait out the doctor with her dress open.
I did mention that she would have to close her dress when we left and she of course asked 'why'. I told her that she cant walk around with her dress open and I got another 'why'. I told her that everyone would see her underwear and her 'boobies' (as she calls them) and I got another 'why'. I said that boobies are private and you can't just show them to everyone and she said 'why'. After a few more reasons and a few more 'whys' I said "it is not very lady like" and she said 'well, I like it."
And I decided that I couldn't argue with that logic and decided to drop the subject. Then after we finally got to see the doctor and she worked herself into hysterics, I just dressed her and snapped her dress and she didn't even notice.
Brother Love rocks! I ordered a shirt and when it came in the mail, Margaret was screaming look what brother love sent me!!!!!!!!!!!' She has taken ownership of the shirt and posed for photos saying brother love rocks OWWWW!'
This is the girl during summer 2006 wearing her bikini. The girl is still so tiny that this bathing suit still fits her -- although it fits her just right now. She was wearing the top yesterday and saying 'this is my cute tini and it covers my tiny boobies'.
Daniel had his 3rd grade recorder concert last week. He has taken this very seriously, practicing all the time and even writing his own music. BUT he never looses that wacky sense of humor and the need to laugh and make people laugh and it looks like his friend, RJ, is just like him.
They take every lull in the program to ham it up. I find it to be simply HIGHlarious but I am sure it wears on the teacher and I am surprised they let them stand together. They were acting like mimes at the end of the concert - mimes trying to get out of a box. I was cracking up but I didn't see anyone else enjoying their antics. Boys are going to be boys - why not enjoy it?
Later on in the day, Daniel had a publishing party. He took a book writing after school class and at the party they all read their stories (or part of their stories). Daniel wrote and drew a graphic novel. The audience laughed at the appropriate parts -- it is always nice when others find your children charming.
Oh and one more thing, I was diagnosed with ADD last week. I was not shocked AT ALL.
