Today was a Jonah Day
Today, was a day, my daughter certainly had what i refer to as "Jonah Days", a day where everything goes wrong or seems out of sorts. i got the term from one of my all time favorite book series, and not a lot of people, even those who HAVE actually read the books, seem to know what the term is or where it came from.
but i just cannot think of anything else to call it, other than some non polite things my husband mouthed so that Katrina could not hear it.
my poor baby girl burst into tears no less then 4 times in a 4 hour period today - in my presence. i would not know of any incidences that occurred while i was sleeping or at work, obviously.
firstly, she kept 'bouncing' around on my bed. it couldn't be quite called jumping. but she wouldn't stop when i asked, and she kept 'falling over' right by the foot-board. she did so several times in such a way that had me thinking that if the foot-board had NOT been there, she'd have taken a header, and if she'd hit that foot-board a little differently, she'd still be taking a header. so i told her to stop. when she didn't listen, i yelled. Cue waterworks #1.
when i came back from AB last week, i dumped a TON of loose change into one of the cups in my room that is hers but not allowed to leave the room and i waited for her to discover it.
today she did. she was ecstatic as she ran to go get her bright pink, fuzzy (and very solid) piggy bank which she called Ham (despite him NOT actually being from Toy Story) and kept saying "oh thank you mommy! thank you so much!" she filled up the piggy bank and declared "Ham is getting REALLY heavy mommy!"
so i said "Then i guess its' time to take your piggy bank to the bank so we can keep saving money! If you wanna go, go get dressed..."
"YAY!" she exclaimed. and raced off to do just that. prior to leaving, my hubby told her to be VERY careful with Ham since he thought she was being a little too careless in my room, by the bed, when she shook him and noted how heavy he was. We took her bank and left.
as we went over to the penny arcade, she started to step up onto the kids ledge and sorta tripped or something. she didn't fall, but Ham did. Bank Tiles and Ceramic Piggies - for thats what he turned out to be made of - do NOT mix. Ham broke into some rather large pieces and the coins were everywhere.
katrina was inconsolable as she burst into tears and sobbed for the second time that day. one of the bank tellers came running out and helped clean up the piggy bank and pick up the coins and then he came BACK out with a new little bank.
"I know its not pink, or a piggy, but here's a brand new bank for you...." he said. so nice! we finally got her calmed down enough and i engaged her in the Penny Arcade. it has you guess what you're putting in. if you get close, you are a winner. we'd never won before so i had no idea what we won. i knew there was over 15 dollars in there, so i told Katrina to choose between 18 and 20 and she picked 19. so that's what we did. and she got it! if she'd gone with 20, she'd have lost...18 still would have done it. so she got a free folding Frisbee!
then we got home, she mentioned telling daddy about Ham breaking while we were getting out of the car. then we get inside, she sees him and bursts into sobs again. he, of course, is at a complete loss until i explain. and then i say "and i think she's expecting you to yell at her for breaking the piggy bank, after your lecture with her this morning." he got all "oh no, honey! that was an accident....it's okay!" and he consoled her....
then as she eats her burger (and unbeknownst to her, I'm ordering her an actual Ham Piggy Bank this time to replace the last one, as i promised i would at the bank), it slips out of her hands and to the floor. i hear her crying again and look over at her. and realize what happened. i go after the burger. it didn't just fall, it came apart...! i toss what i can that hit the ground (tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, etc), wipe the rest of it off (i figured any dirt got into the sauce and i wiped ALl the sauce off) and give it back, assuring her we cleaned it off, it's okay....
then she tried to convince me that work was canceled today and i had to assure her that no, it wasn't and i still had to go to work. :(
The irony about the Piggy Bank breaking? Is that it did NOT break during any of the times she slept with it, or played with it. it broke when she used it for it's intended purpose and brought the money inside to the bank.
Yes, she did sleep with her piggy bank. she sleeps with ALL her Toy Story toys, and because the majority of them are a combination of the rubbery plastic and hard plastic (and apparently ceramic), *I* have set down that she can only sleep with one at a time (otherwise, can you imagine rolling over on top of those???) and the ones she does not sleep with get a seat in the rocking chair next to the bed, and she picks a different one to sleep with every night, each one taking turns.
but i just cannot think of anything else to call it, other than some non polite things my husband mouthed so that Katrina could not hear it.
my poor baby girl burst into tears no less then 4 times in a 4 hour period today - in my presence. i would not know of any incidences that occurred while i was sleeping or at work, obviously.
firstly, she kept 'bouncing' around on my bed. it couldn't be quite called jumping. but she wouldn't stop when i asked, and she kept 'falling over' right by the foot-board. she did so several times in such a way that had me thinking that if the foot-board had NOT been there, she'd have taken a header, and if she'd hit that foot-board a little differently, she'd still be taking a header. so i told her to stop. when she didn't listen, i yelled. Cue waterworks #1.
when i came back from AB last week, i dumped a TON of loose change into one of the cups in my room that is hers but not allowed to leave the room and i waited for her to discover it.
today she did. she was ecstatic as she ran to go get her bright pink, fuzzy (and very solid) piggy bank which she called Ham (despite him NOT actually being from Toy Story) and kept saying "oh thank you mommy! thank you so much!" she filled up the piggy bank and declared "Ham is getting REALLY heavy mommy!"
so i said "Then i guess its' time to take your piggy bank to the bank so we can keep saving money! If you wanna go, go get dressed..."
"YAY!" she exclaimed. and raced off to do just that. prior to leaving, my hubby told her to be VERY careful with Ham since he thought she was being a little too careless in my room, by the bed, when she shook him and noted how heavy he was. We took her bank and left.
as we went over to the penny arcade, she started to step up onto the kids ledge and sorta tripped or something. she didn't fall, but Ham did. Bank Tiles and Ceramic Piggies - for thats what he turned out to be made of - do NOT mix. Ham broke into some rather large pieces and the coins were everywhere.
katrina was inconsolable as she burst into tears and sobbed for the second time that day. one of the bank tellers came running out and helped clean up the piggy bank and pick up the coins and then he came BACK out with a new little bank.
"I know its not pink, or a piggy, but here's a brand new bank for you...." he said. so nice! we finally got her calmed down enough and i engaged her in the Penny Arcade. it has you guess what you're putting in. if you get close, you are a winner. we'd never won before so i had no idea what we won. i knew there was over 15 dollars in there, so i told Katrina to choose between 18 and 20 and she picked 19. so that's what we did. and she got it! if she'd gone with 20, she'd have lost...18 still would have done it. so she got a free folding Frisbee!
then we got home, she mentioned telling daddy about Ham breaking while we were getting out of the car. then we get inside, she sees him and bursts into sobs again. he, of course, is at a complete loss until i explain. and then i say "and i think she's expecting you to yell at her for breaking the piggy bank, after your lecture with her this morning." he got all "oh no, honey! that was an accident....it's okay!" and he consoled her....
then as she eats her burger (and unbeknownst to her, I'm ordering her an actual Ham Piggy Bank this time to replace the last one, as i promised i would at the bank), it slips out of her hands and to the floor. i hear her crying again and look over at her. and realize what happened. i go after the burger. it didn't just fall, it came apart...! i toss what i can that hit the ground (tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, etc), wipe the rest of it off (i figured any dirt got into the sauce and i wiped ALl the sauce off) and give it back, assuring her we cleaned it off, it's okay....
then she tried to convince me that work was canceled today and i had to assure her that no, it wasn't and i still had to go to work. :(
The irony about the Piggy Bank breaking? Is that it did NOT break during any of the times she slept with it, or played with it. it broke when she used it for it's intended purpose and brought the money inside to the bank.
Yes, she did sleep with her piggy bank. she sleeps with ALL her Toy Story toys, and because the majority of them are a combination of the rubbery plastic and hard plastic (and apparently ceramic), *I* have set down that she can only sleep with one at a time (otherwise, can you imagine rolling over on top of those???) and the ones she does not sleep with get a seat in the rocking chair next to the bed, and she picks a different one to sleep with every night, each one taking turns.