What?

Daddy: Nina, time for breakfast.
n: (playing LEGO Harry Potter) Hunh? What?
Mamma: Nina, time for lunch.
n: (playing LEGO Harry Potter) Hunh? What?
Daddy: Nina, time for lie down.
n: (playing LEGO Harry Potter) Hunh? What?
Mamma: Nina, do you want a snack?
n: (playing LEGO Harry Potter) Hunh? What?
Daddy: Nina, time for dinner.
n: (playing LEGO Harry Potter) Hunh? What?
Mamma: Nina, time for bath and bed.
n: Can I play LEGO Harry Potter when I wake up?

I'm not afraid of time-out

That's the worst they bring? Bah! I can get away with opening the front door and running down the street to get popcorn from the nice neighbors while Mamma and Nina are distracted by trying on clothing for the Derby and while Daddy is distracted by the phone. They think they can lock the front door? I unlock. They latch the door? I can almost reach it with stools and chairs. I shall not be stopped from my devious 3year old domination!

Hair

I was looking too much like I had Bieber bangs. Had to get a trim.

Wizards and witchcraft

Harry Potter has been teaching me how to be a wizard. And I've been paying close attention. I made this balloon stick to the ceiling. And no matter how much Mamma and Daddy tried to convince me of static electricity and tried to recreate my trick, they couldn't. Proof. Magic.

Books

Books are the greatest invention ever and I can't wait to read on my own. Outside. Because that would then combine my two favorite things. Except I'm not sure how I'll read while running and jumping and climbing.

Lauren

I am in love with Lauren. She is brilliant and beautiful and funny. N: You better hurry up before you give your Dad an aneurysm. lauren: When I know what that is I'll be impressed.

PARTY!

 

My animal party was awesome! There was cake and friends and animals and homemade pinatas and lasagna. I'm 3!!!

Cupcakes

 

 

I had elephant and frog cupcakes for my birthday at school. And Nina came to the LadyBug room to celebrate with me. 

 

 But then she had to go back to the BearCat room, and I DID NOT WANT HER TO GO!!!! If Mamma comes at a different time and doesn't take me home, I scream and cry. If Daddy comes at a different time and doesn't take me home, I scream and cry. And if Nina comes to my room at a different time and we don't go home, I SCREAM AND CRY!!! Do not mess with my expectations or routines.

Little Miss Farts-a-lot

n: Daddy, why do you fart so much?

D: I don't know. Why do you fart so much?

n: Because I'm farty-pants!

3 years!

Cake for breakfast. And cupcakes at school. And presents at home. And my favorite dinner of pizza. Turning older is okay.

And while I can talk and run and get into trouble and be very very sweet, turning 3 is a little scary. I'm excited to move to the Turtle preschool room, but I'll miss my LadyBug friends. And I don't feel like learning how to use the toilet. I'm realizing that with age comes all these expectations.

Poem from NeeNee

Dear Ewan:

So much has changed

since you were two

there's lots more

you have found to do,

like running down the railroad tracks

and deftly landing teasing whacks

on unsuspecting friends and sisters-

...little boy?

That would be Mister.

You've discovered that it's fun

to do the toilet paper run

out of the bathroom just to make

your Daddy laugh:

"Look! I make snake!"

The zoo still holds its fascination

(all the critters of creation)

but you still like monkeys best

you haven't given them a rest...

which brings us to

the big boy bed,

and though your sister

is ahead

in sleep aversion

now it's said

that you are catching up (too bad!)

no more the singing, then the snore

you jump right out,

there's glee galore!

We miss the sweetness of your songs,

but it's still there

cuz when you're wrong,

you give the bestest hugs and kisses

(after teasing, smacks, near misses...)

Resistance to your charms won't do

Your upturned face, a sweet "tank you"

and we collapse, our hearts are melted

love is all that can be felted.

Toenails of blue

and ketchup fests,

being outside is always best...

YOU know that bacon's not your bum,

the iPod is your indoor fun.

Squirrels eat donuts?

I suppose,

(but then YOU put CORN up your nose...)

Did someone mention cheeseballs, yay!

But there will never come a day

when cabbage that is colored red

can pass as food, you won't be fed

a diet that contains this dread.

And you love trees, how they hold hands,

you say "hello"

to all your fans!

(People, houses, fences too)

your friendly greeting

goes out to

the world you love-

It loves you back,

I know for sure,

it is a fact.

...Ewan at three

just possibly

the cutest brown eyed grandbaby

or toddler boy

or little man,

the Ew we love is sweeter than

a song, a tree, a poem all sappy:

Asked if sick?

It's "No. I happy."

Anyone with eyes to see

knows you are Three

just perfectly.

bigloves,

NeeNee

Toys

I got loads and loads of toys and books and clothes for my birthday. So what do I do? How do I pick what to play with? Easy. I draw my own pictures of Grover and Hello Kitty, cut them out, and play with them. They're nicely portable.

Makeup

Mormor and Morfar sent me a really cool book called Makeup Mess. It was like an introduction to makeup. So I put pink on my lips. And pink on my cheeks and green on my eyes. And I look Beeeauuuutiful!

Big head

 

 

I'm still 2. For 2 more days. We went shopping for a new bike helmet for Nina. She got a pink one for 5 year olds. I don't need a helmet for school yet, so I just tried some on for fun. Did I fit the helmets for 3 years old? No. Did I fit the helmets for 5 year olds? Just barely. Am I still 2? Yup. Do I have a ginormous-humongous head? Oh yeah.

Superman comes to the Hulk's rescue

My favorite superhero sometimes is the Hulk. He's big, like me. And green. But I'm still only 2. And yesterday flew head-first down some outside stairs. I heard Mamma scream. And then Superman reached down his hand and caught me with my head 6 inches from the concrete driveway. That was scary. I'm thankful for superheros. And so is Mamma and Daddy!

Birthday season

Tis the season. My friend Max turned 5. And we get to play more tomorrow. I love April. Also know as Abril since I'm becoming more fluent in Spanish.

Siamese twins

Conjoined twins.

Pjs

 

I got an early birthday present (thanks Cooke-Stevos). Star Wars pjs! But since Nina likes that movie sooo much, and they were just a little big, I let Nina borrow them. For tonight. The fight over them will start tomorrow.

Story timed

Mamma and Daddy are so funny. They used to call it being story-timed when they fall asleep in bed with us at bedtime. What they should have called it was just bedtime as even when they just wait for us to stop getting out if our beds they still fall asleep first.

No dessert?

We had our Easter candy before dinner last night. So Mamma and Daddy said we couldn't have dessert after dinner, especially as we'd not done a good job eating our dinner. Dinner was all cleaned up. We sat back at the table and asked for our dinners again. And ate it all. To get more dessert. P3wnd.

Little known fact about me

I love to say 'hello'. To everyone. If the window is down while driving in the car, I will say or yell hello to anyone I see. People in other cars. People waiting for the bus. Sometimes I just say hello to the sidewalk and the fences and the trees and the houses.

Spring cleaning

Even while working, one must be dressed appropriately. This includes rings, necklaces, earrings, tiaras and eye protection.

Creation

n: Did you get me a the store?
M: No, we made you at a hospital.
n: Did you use tools?
M: No.
n: Then how did you make my arms? And how did Daddy make my curls?
M: Ooohh. Daddy gave you genes, and I gave you genes. Not like the jeans pants. You were in my belly, and we both gave you genes. I gave you genes for blonde hair, and Daddy for brown hair. And you picked my gene. I gave you genes for straight hair, and Daddy for curly hair. And you picked Daddy's gene.
n: But I was just a little baby. How did I know what to pick?
M: That's right. You didn't really know. But you were just being you - and that's how you are you!

Easter

 

We had candy for breakfast, candy for snack, candy with lunch and dinner. I can't think of a better holiday. My only concern is that with all this candy, I don't want any more of my birthday cake.

And what makes for a better weekend than birthday parties of your birthday and then a day full of chocolate bunnies?

5 years! Plus 1 day

Being 5 sounds so mature. I'm going to go to Kindergarten now that I'm 5. I have to be more responsible now that I'm 5 and I keep telling Mamma and Daddy how good I am now that I'm 5. It's pretty cool.

I do a lot of writing. I know a lot of words, and copy a lot more words. I'm always asking about how to spell words and love sounding them out. I still think it's weird that 'k' is for kitten and kitchen but not for cat or catch. Numbers are fun. I count from 1-100 (skipping 40-89, there is just so much repetition that I want to hurry up and get to the good stuff of 90-100!).

I'm still scared of a lot of things. I need someone to go to the bathroom with me if no one is on that floor. Ewan often volunteers to come with me. I need someone to stay in my bed with me at bedtime. Ewan often volunteers to sleep with me. We've been having slumber parties together for about a month now sleeping in my bed.

I'm not a fan of the morning and getting out of bed. I'm not a fan of going to bed at night, or from waking up when I nap at school.

I love eating. Pretty much I'll try anything. Fish, funny pink food (liverwurst). I like gummy candy over chocolate. But I'll eat chocolate too.

I'm not a fan of clothing at bedtime.

I love Michael Jackson, funk, the Fresh Beat Band, and just all music. Singing, dancing, learning the words to new songs.

I will out-logic you anytime. I can master manipulate with the best of you. And I remember things. And will use them to my advantage.

Star Wars Jedi princess party

 

 

 

The best party ever! Pin the tail on the explosion of the Death Star, collect the pieces of the exploded ship, create and decorate your light saber (pink handles were a favorite), and then piñata Darth Vader. Oh, and cake. And presents. With Michael Jackson music. Heaven!!

Poem from NeeNee

Dearest Nina:

So much has changed

since you were four

there's more of you

that we adore!

You've elevated hair and fashion

now there's food to Newest Smashion,

also there's your Spanish words,

English, Andrew...HERDS of WORDS!

You speak and sprawl them

at the center (writing) stories

we can enter

through your drawings, bright and clear

(Mountains of Malaska

are particularly dear.)

Apparently you dislike morning

'cuz it comes without a warning,

so let me see if this is right:

You don't like mornings OR the night?

'Cuz I have heard,

it has been said,

that one place you dislike is bed...

until it's time to go to school

(your Daddy's DNA must rule...)

You may have blue eyes blondy curls

You may be Princess Ultra Girl,

but Daddy wrote the book on this,

and I would be a bit remiss

not to remind both him and you

that all will change (and this will too.)

The zoo still has its trains and

you of course like choo choo riding,

but this year you found carousels!

Where has THAT been hiding???

And when it's summer and too hot

no one has said it better,

when armpits hair and toenails

couldn't possibly be sweater,

You lift your lovely face and say,

all sweet and elegantly,

a pause, just so and then

"I think my bum has to go pee."

And thanks to parents who announce

(they don't restrain a bit)

your statements to the world

with all their wisdom and their wit...

We now know burps are second place,

they'll never be the hit,

'cuz you declared at dinnertime

"Farts are my faaaavorite."

There's more to say,

like wanting princes

for their house and money,

there's dancing Michael Jackson style

your face that's always sunny.

There's garlic hummus, apples

dipped in ketchup

bumpy people,

who may be lumped and frumpled

may be grey and slightly feeple,

but no one loves you more

than we who note

your sweet arrival:

Miss NinaNina Ballerina,

our Golden Girl turned Five-all.

bigloves,

NeeNee

The Shining

When did Ewan get facial hair?

Accessories

A smile and stickers are still a girl's best accessory.

So much fun

I got to have dinner with my friend Max and Holly this week. And drive cars and decorate cookies and read books. Life is good for the end of my 2s.

Headwear

I'm experimenting.

Paparazzi

The paparazzi are driving me nuts. They take pictures of us doing the most mundane things and won't stop when we tell them too. They're bad listeners.

April fools!

I tried to fool Mamma and Daddy yesterday, but it didn't work. That know I don't give a fig about sitting on the potty. I love me my mud.

I did it! (photo NOT to come)

I pooped in the potty! All by myself! But really, is there any other way?