|Cheshire cat pose and grin.|
COMPETITIVE (& not yet a very good sport)
She's at that stage wherein she's very competitive and still has to learn how to be a gracious winner or to be a good sport when she loses. We like to race. Sometimes it's a sprint outside in the street. Sometimes it's going up the stairs. She's the one who always initiates it.
If she loses, she'll wail and cry. Or, she'll say she won't race again. If she wins, she'll gloat "I won!" My "routine" when we race is--
a) Ask her for the rules
b) Shake hands before the race
c) Remind her to do her best and follow the rules.
d) Remind her how to be a good winner and loser.
e) At the end, we shake hands again.
f) And then we say, "Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. It's important to do our best and play by the rules."
She doesn't get it really. Sometimes after she loses she'll still be a sore loser so I remind her. If she still pouts, I'll leave her and tell her no one wants to be around a sore loser and just to call me when she's better. Or sometimes, she'll ask to race again and say that this time it's her turn to win. I tell her that's not how it works.
We have this book.
From Publishers WeeklyMama's memories of her own childhood have been told to her daughter so many times that the girl has made them her own bedtime litany; she tells her mother the stories and her mother reassures her that she has the story right....
I think Marion got the idea of asking for stories from this book. So she asks for stories when we're in the car, when she's in the potty, when she's about to sleep. I'm not a very good story teller so I started telling her about "the little girl named Yen" and told her stories when I was young.
Just to keep her preoccupied, I make her tell me stories also. So now we take turns telling each other stories. This is how we do it...
It's your turn to tell me a story.
About a ________ (we give each other random things- animals, toys, places, etc.)
Okay, once upon a time....
I don't get a chance to scribble down her best stories but I try to catch some on video. Here are a few:
About an orange shovel
(Some parts are from her experiences at the beach.)
This is the continuation but I don't remember how the story went from the beach to a house filled with stickers.
About a bamboo tree
(I think she got the idea of a tree not wanting to be "disturbed" from The Tale of the Three Trees.)
The second part (based on my scribbles):
The bananas on the tree were not rotten. The tree grew strong and big. People wanted to eat the fruit but the bamboo said No, I'm still very important. Leave me alone. I'll let the bananas grow strong and the seeds to grow strong. It grew taller and taller and taller with strong branches. Many more people came, even me, and they looked up and saw the fruit and they didn't eat the fruit anymore. The end.
We went to her dentist also, Dr. Eric. We found two cavities behind her two front teeth (upper). We're going to be better at brushing that part! She likes the battery operated toothbrush also so we use it every night.
I finally just stopped buying her diapers. I feel like we're a bit late on this, I've been postponing doing the difficult job. But it's actually not that difficult. We stopped giving her milk right before sleeping (instead we give it right after dinner). Then we bring her to the potty before sleeping. I still need to wake up once (or stay up late-- like midnight) to bring her to the potty but that's pretty much it.