I Love Them

Reese and Quincy,
I hope you will always be this kind to each other.
Never forget that you are best friends.


I love you to the moon and back,

Mommy

I'm a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World

Little Girls + Barbies = Very Happy Memories.

I seriously played with Barbies until I was like 11 or 12. Of course after age 7 or 8 "playing" meant decorating little houses for them, sewing clothes for them (I used to cut the legs off my pants for fabric. When my mom discovered what I'd done, she gave me a bunch of fabric scraps and a sewing kit, and later, sewing lessons), and cutting their hair. Yes, I knew it wouldn't grow back, but I cut it anyway. Most of the time it turned out ok, other times....well it looks like the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

Moments like this make me so glad they have each other.

Scapegoat.

Today, Reese and Quincy were playing and got in a fight over a toy.

Reese bit Quincy on the leg. Bad. (seriously, she's 4 1/2, what the heck?!) I saw the whole thing happen. Quincy came to me crying. To get her to calm down and use words, I asked her, "Ohhh What HAPPENED?" She sloooooowly looked at her bite mark and looked at Reese, then looked at the toys. "Umm... Daddy bite my leg, Mommy!"

Huh?

I said, "no, Daddy is at work. Tell me what happened to your leg." Then Quincy said, "Grandma bite my leg, Mommy!" "No, Quincy. It wasn't Grandma, either. She lives far away. Did Reese bite your leg?" Reese then came running to her side and gave her a hug. Quincy then finally admitted that it was Reese. Reese knows better than to bite. I sent her to time out. Quincy burst into tears. Hysterical. Fell to the floor. "NOOOOOOooooooo!!!! Mommy, it was CORBIN. He bite my leeeeeeeeggggg! I want to play with Reese, don't send her to time out!!!"

I'm glad that even though they fight sometimes, they are best friends. I didn't think it was fair to take away Quincy's friend when she didn't do anything wrong. But Reese definitely needed a consequence for biting her sister's leg! What's a mom to do? I decided that Reese's consequence for biting Quincy would be to do service for her sister instead. She spent the next 20 minutes helping her get dressed (in quite the outfit) making her bed, helping Q brush her teeth, and putting away some toys. I think it was a good solution.
Sometimes I feel like I have no idea what I am doing.

Today I guess I got lucky.

Bathtime Buddies

Reese and Quincy took their first bath together in the big tub yesterday. When Reese got out she said, "whoa! I'm freezening!"