Kids

The W Sisters And The Story of Two Very Different Children

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If I ever wasn’t sure how different my kids are it is this candy challenge. On the way home from Covent Gardens I promised we could goto a candy store we have seen a few times. I steered them away from a few things however was generally encouraging to have the girls pick something they liked. The older one picked the large chocolate lollipop and i was thinking it was a bit big but why not. The younger one picked the tiny lolly pop over chocolates Carmela’s and other stuff. I endured up getting a bag of salted Carmel’s on top of what they choose just so she could have something else too. The guy at the check out gave me her tiny lolly for free since they typically charge by weight.

The funny thing is they both were very happy! The trip home was uneventful. That was half the reason to get the treats!

Passover Vs Easter

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I am with John Stewart on the whole Passover vs Easter as a father of mixed faith (sorta neither faith however following stories of both). This is a video from a few years ago however its still as funny today as it was then. So true. Passover is such a harder sell than Easter. Just look at the photo of our Easter spread that is the setup for our egg hunt with the girls tomorrow. On the Passover front they may get some soup and chocolate covered matzoh.

An Old Favorite

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The girls had me read this again today. I haven’t read it in at least a year. Such a fun book. One of my favorites if not my fav from when they were little.

Compulsory tickling when the hippos went berserk was also successful!

Laundry Time

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I am living the life of leasure. The girls insisted on helping fold laundry and now wont let me carry it upstairs or put it away. I could get used to this.

The W Sisters and The Story Of Lets Go To See Some Castles or Not

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One day at dinner before we moved to London I was discussing with the girls one of the things we can do when were in England. The girls love princess stories so MC and I talked up the fact that we can go see all sorts of different castles. This was something we’ve discussed several times and both girls had been excited about it.

This night T was still excited and wanted some more details. A on the other hand wasn’t so excited. I asked her why. She said she was going to be bored. She wanted to see just one castle and that was enough.

After a statement like that I didn’t really know what else to say except to confirm that’s what she meant. She did. Then I went about eating dinner…

The W Sisters and the Story of Did I Eat Well?

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I am hoping it is universal for little kids to constantly ask if they “ate well”? For those without kids that is their code for did I eat enough to get desert or a treat. Little tip kids if you are asking it is likely a “no, no you did not eat well”.

My wife and I realized the effect of sugar on T early on. We try to avoid treats or desert every day. That doesn’t mean the girls do not get treats or try to get them often enough.

Recently we have experienced a new phenomenon. T will eat a lot f her meal or even all of what us in her plate without anyone asking. At or near the end of the meal she will ask if she ate well. At that point I am like, actually you did. At time of writing this T has done that at least 3 times with successful desert for her. Now all she needs to do is not be a crazy person after getting desert so I won’t regret giving her anything.

Her sister is not as evolved. She is still at the phase of being outraged when told. She cannot have desert after not eating a single piece of her dinner. MC and I are just bastards. I am hoping she learns or just toned down the yelling. I am good with that. I know neither are realistic for a while.

The W Sisters And The Story of The CIA

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I feel I am experiencing a normal phenomenon, yet I still find it very odd. It feels like my kids have been recruited into the CIA or other secret agency. It might be fight club. I am not sure. What I do know is when I ask either of my daughters how there day went they say some variation of I don’t want to talk about it.

I feel that is a typical kid thing to do. One of the teachers said its normal and they will eventually start talking about stuff that happened weeks before. OK great I am still waiting to hear about stuff from April then.

If that wasn’t semi-frustrating enough both of them will tell me stuff that happened that actually didn’t happen. Ussually it is just fantastical enough that you know it is BS. Last year for example in T’s class there was a boy we will call F. Every day F would do some wild and crazy thing. Some stuff I don’t even know if it is possible for a 4 year old to do so it was pretty apparent that it was all made up. Then of course I meet the kid. Funny enough there is a good chance he was the kid in the class that required a decent amount of discipline. I am not saying he was the worst kid in class or that anything T said was true. it was just funny that in her own way she was saying he was difficult.

Of course with a track record like that it is hard to tell if she is telling the truth. The other day T was telling me a story about the bus driving very slow almost not at all during a field trip. Then the teacher said something and they waited for another bus and then went back to school. The elaborate description about the bus driving very slowly sounded far fetched so I filed it away as another imaginary event. It wasn’t until the next day when i saw a post from one of the Mom’s who went on the trip passing on that there was bus trouble during the field trip. After she explained the situation it was apparent that T was spot on with her description. Now the girl has me so turned around i can’t tell when she is telling the truth about stuff at school. Well played my little one. Well played. Now please stop teaching your younger sister do to the same thing.

The W Sisters and the Short Story Of The Piggy Bank Competition

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This week in our house loose change has been worth it’s weight in gold. For some reason the girls have been super excited to find lose change and put them in their piggy banks.

This week I had to find coins to give both of them since they were fighting over the three or four that they had gotten sometime recently.

I find it amusing that they enjoy taking dimes and quarters and putting them in a container. I know that they won’t be that easily entertained in the future.