Cool Party

We went to a birthday party on Super Bowl Sunday and it was super fun.

I never thought I'd see the day when the Girl is coordinated enough to do stuff like this. I am sure you can hear the excitement in my voice. (BTW, are you able to view my videos? Please let me know if they don't work for you.)


Then we had some dramatic/pretend play. This is such a great age and a great activity. I love it when the kids totally get into character and have a ball with the costumes.


Regal.


Girlie following the King around.


Then she turned into a chicken.


Did I mentioned that we were invited to this party because of the Boy? This is the Boy's friend's birthday and the Girl was the tag-along for the first time. Yet somehow, she still made it all about her.

Special Post for T and A

If you are not my kids God parents, this post will not mean anything to you.

T & A: I hope this video works. Let me know if you can see this.

Fancy Pants

Made by Rae and Made are blogging a whole month about crafts for boys! I've made plenty for the Girl but sadly not much for the Boy because things just don't look as cute. I saw this pant tutorial and it was just too chic to pass.

The pattern is supposed for a tall three year old but when I was finished they were just right for the Boy.


Lier, the pattern designer, was right. The double top stitching makes the pants way more professional looking. I also love how the side pockets look.


She was also right about the pants riding really low. I didn't make the button holes for a drawstring so I suppose I can open up the casing and tighten the elastic but I don't think that would be very comfortable to wear.


I learned a lot making these pants. I never knew how to put in side pockets and I've never made a pair of lined pants. Here is something I already knew - back pockets.


So I'd say these are stylish pants but the fit is not very good. I am ready to find a commercial pattern and try it again. Nonetheless, I am still happy to have a new pair of pants for about $1.50. The only thing I bought was the twill and elastic.

It's An Emergency!

That's what these two were screaming on top of their lungs.


It's cool to see how the Girl plays differently with boys. Notice how even while saving lives, the Girl is still mindful of her attire. Here comes firefighter in a tutu.


This is a completely separate event. The Boy is pictured here playing with his preschool buddies.


I am doing the preschool co-op for the Boy now. This group of kids is very young. Most of them had just turned two so preschool is really play school. I don't try to "teach" much when I host. I like to do more physical things with them like having them learn to stand in line and take turns going through a tunnel.


So far, the Boy has not been a big fan of school. He loves going to the Girl's school and plays well there but he doesn't like being left with his own preschool group. I guess it will take more training before he is more comfortable. The thing is I don't remember it being difficult leaving the Girl during her preschool days. Both the Boy and I just have to tough this one out.

We Need More Testosterone

The estrogen level in our house is usually considerably higher than that of the testosterone level. I am not saying Hubby is not manly. He is at work most of the time and the Girl is so so so so girly and I kind of encourage and feed her girliness so the Boy usually just caves. I mean look at all the pictures of him dressing up as a fairy/princess/ballerina.

This night, one of the Girl's boyfriends came over to play and after dinner, he asked to watch Cars. Now, we have that movie and the Boy LOVES it. It is definitely his favorite and if it was up to him, he'd watch it twice a day everyday. The thing is, it's never up to him. The Girl is older and wiser and louder and can usually convince/outsmart/strong arm him into watching princess movies. The few (like one in six) times that he gets to watch Cars, the Girl makes sure he knows she is granting him a big favor. If he tries to talk to her about the movie while they are watching, (something like, "look at Frank chasing McQueen and Mater") she will reply, "next time, we watch Snow White, okay!" So he doesn't talk much during the movie.

Now back to the night of the play date. When the Boyfriend asked to watch Cars, the Boy immediately ran to where he kept his precious movie and brought it to the kitchen where we were all sitting and yelled, "I got it! I got the the McQueen! It's here, I can push the buttons!" (Meaning he knows how to work the DVD and he can set it all up.)

With that, the boys hopped onto the couch and started some serious male bonding.


Really, I have never seen the Boy so happy while watching the movie and I've never seen the Boyfriend preferring to interact with the Boy more than the Girl. My Boy have seen this movie way more times than the Boyfriend so he was narrating and explaining during the movie, pointing out his favorite parts and his favorite characters.


It warms my heart to see how much he knows and how much he cares about something and how much he want to share his passion with others but it breaks my heart at the same time that he never had a chance. Maybe I've spent too much time finding the girl a girlfriend to play with. I think it's time I find the Boy a pal.

My Goofballs

Here are some random goofy pictures of the kids.

The future king. I came out to the living room one night to find the Boy mastering the art of lounging. I think in his mind, he was taking up the whole couch and was the King of the world. Well... at least King of the living room.


The demure princess. I've been teaching the girl to sit with her legs crossed and this is the most demure I have ever seen her. Speaking of being a princess, here is a recent Kira-ism which is not new to those who are on FB.
I slipped and dropped the girl into the toilet one night and she cried and cried. Yes, it was my fault but after a few minutes of tearless crying, I said, "That's enough. Princesses don't cry." She looked at me with those big, accusatory eyes and said, with a sob, "except... they don't fall into potties either."


One night, I was telling a particularly juicy story to my mom on the phone and I didn't want to be interrupted so I hid in my room. I could hear them giggling and laughing in the living room so I assumed they were behaving and playing nicely together. When I came out, I found this.


From a distance, I couldn't tell what was going on and thought I had mistaken desperate cries for help as laughter and was going to yell at the Boy to get off his sister. Then I heard the Girl say, "now I am dead. You can sit on me and crush my tummy now." Where does she get this stuff and should I be worried?

CAT

I really like this one. I am thinking of turning into something she can wear like this, this, this or this.