Quote of the day - January 9, 2009

There is no preface to this story. Only, that my 3 and 1/2 year old is all grown up and that makes me so sad.

Charlotte: "Mommy. I don't want you! I don't need you!

Quote of the day - January 8, 2009

Charlotte now goes to the potty alone. She has no problem getting to the potty or doing her business on the potty. It is the post potty clean up that needs improvement. So, occasionally we will check in on her to make sure she is following the post potty clean up routine. Today, Andrew poked his head into the potty to check on Charlotte and witnessed her post potty routine.......

Charlotte: "Look Daddy. I have a TOILET PAPER TAIL!"

Unfortunately, I did not witness this event. But, Charlotte later recounted her tale of the toilet paper tail in vivid detail. Enough said.

Quote of the day - December 26, 2008

Charlotte had a wonderful Christmas. Santa brought her many presents. My favorite gift is a story book size copy of Charlotte's Web. She calls the book My Web. Just precious.

Quote of the day - November 24, 2008

Last night Andrew and I were both craving a fancy coffee. Meaning the weather has turned cold and Starbucks now has their Peppermint Mochas and Gingerbread Lattes on the menu.

Me: "Charlotte. Would you like to go to the coffee shop for a treat."
Charlotte: "No thanks."
Andrew: "Are you sure?"
Charlotte: "Yah. I just want to stay home."
Me: "You can get a yummy cookie!"
Charlotte: "No, thanks."
Me: "Maybe Daddy could go to the coffee shop and bring home some treats."
Charlotte: "Yah. Daddy should go to the coffee shop."
Me: "Oh Charlotte. Great minds think alike."
Charlotte: "Yah. Great minds stay home."

I love my daughter. I got to enjoy a Grande Gingerbread Latte without having to venture out into the cold night. (Thank you Andrew.)

Quote of the day - November 23, 2008

Charlotte: "Mommy.....Mommy.... Mommy."

Me: "Sweety, I'm driving. I can't help you right now."

Charlotte: "Mommy! Listen to me! I am important!"

Quote of the day - August 20, 2008

It seems I have failed to post my favorite Charlotte-isms this summer. We are having a beautiful summer here in Peg city. The days have been hot and sunny and we have spent the majority of our time outside in the backyard trying to stay cool. Of course, being responsible parents we make sure Charlotte is wearing a wide brimmed hat, is properly slathered in sunscreen and bathed in kid friendly mosquito repellent. Unfortunately, these efforts are often for not. The following quotes have been heard on a daily basis the last couple of months.

"I just wanna be naked" says Charlotte stripping down to her birthday suit.

"My bathing suit is wet. I better take it off" says Charlotte stripping down to her birthday suit.

"There's a bug on my shirt. I need to take it off" says Charlotte stripping down to her birthday suit.

"I just wanna feel the wind in my hair" says Charlotte taking off her hat.

Despite are best efforts we cannot keep Charlotte clothed! Thankfully this need for nakedness only strikes when she is close to home. And really, who can blame her. If I didn't care what the neighbours thought, I too would put on my birthday suit.

Quote of the day - July 4, 2008

Summer has arrived. Temperatures have exceeded 30 degrees Celsius the last few days. The hum of window air conditioners now adding to the summer soundtrack of car alarms and rowdy Bar Italia patrons.

Charlotte has no need for air conditioners. Indeed, she has no need for clothes. Each month the temperature has warmed up a little and Charlotte has shed an item of clothing.

May - no shoes

June - no pants

July- no shirt

I have tried to explain the importance of wearing clothes. However, there is no reasoning with her. She has had a nasty sliver in her foot, mosquito bites on her tuckus, and still she opts for the birthday suit. Today's conversation about clothing went something like this.

Me: "Honey. Where are your clothes?"

Charlotte: "I don't need clothes. I just want to be naked. NO CLOTHES. NAKED!"

Emphasized with the stomp of her foot and hands firmly planted on hips. Followed by a deliberate march to the backdoor and exit to the backyard.