tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61284074061596842022024-03-13T07:51:10.390-04:00Two Girls and a DogThe Ricci Family BlogKristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-38938531471469785362014-05-11T19:21:00.002-04:002014-05-11T19:21:37.574-04:00Honesty is the best policy?I recently babysat my friend's kids for an afternoon. While I pondered how to respond to Lydia's compliment, Kenzie clarified things.<br />
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<b>Lydia</b>: Wow, I'm impressed. Everything's so organized. Most of the houses I go over everything is messy.<br />
<b>Me</b>: Ha, thanks.<br />
<b>Kenzie</b>: Well, our house is usually really messy, but we clean it up when we have people over.<br />
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Thanks, Kenzie!Kristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-79766745971568518292014-03-07T11:42:00.002-05:002014-03-07T11:43:19.820-05:00Kenzie Takes on the Shamu Express<div style="text-align: justify;">
Kenzie really wanted to try a roller coaster when we were visiting the theme parks in FL. The Shamu Express at Seaworld promised to be a "just-thrilling-enough first coaster." It was just as fast as any adult-sized coaster, I learned after our ride. It was short, though, and that was probably the only saving grace for McKenzie. Watch as her face goes through various stages of terror.</div>
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After the ride, Susan asked her if she'd like to do it again. Her answer was a resounding, "NO WAY!"</div>
Kristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-84846904759918947902014-02-26T23:23:00.000-05:002014-02-26T23:23:47.275-05:00Conversations with Kenzie<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<b>Me</b>: We need to call Adam and sing happy birthday. We missed him yesterday. </blockquote>
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<b>McKenzie</b>: I told daddy that I would remember, but then I didn't remember. I guess I should have said I would <i>try </i>to remember. 'Cause, if I said I would remember and then I didn't remember that's....bad. I guess. But if I said I would <i>try </i>and then I forget, then it's okay.</blockquote>
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Kenzie was confused when I told her I needed to work on an assignment for my grad class.<br />
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<b>McKenzie </b>(mockingly): Mommy, how to you <i>write </i>a paper?</blockquote>
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Kristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-71390586094022461212014-02-26T23:20:00.004-05:002014-02-26T23:20:55.997-05:00Conversations with Kaia<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<b>Kaia</b>: I really, really don't like mean monsters.<br />
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<b>Kaia</b>: 'Cause monsters go roar and I don't like roaring things when they roar. ROAR!!!</blockquote>
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While we were in Florida Dustin and went out one night to see Blue Man Group. Dustin's mom stayed with the girls. She thought the girls were asleep (it had been quiet for quite a while). Then she heard Kaia at the top of the stairs. "Nana!" she yelled. Susan came around the corner to find Kaia standing proudly at the top of the stairs wearing her favorite skirt (the one she went bed in), her sparkly shoes, and holding her hands up to display the many colors of nail polish all over her fingers. Before Susan could react she said, "I need a headband." Clearly she wasn't concerned about getting into trouble. Susan put her to bed in her pack n play and told her she was sad that Kaia had used the nail polish without asking her. <br />
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At Disney World the girls were on a high meeting princesses and other characters. It was 10:30 and we were preparing to leave.</div>
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Watch the girls eat a cookie and you can see how vastly different they are. McKenzie carefully eats the cookie, leaving all the m&m's for last. She always does this, saves the best for last. In fact, she'll eat so much of the cookie that she will be full and decide to save the candies for later.</div>
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Their cookie-eating methods so mimic their personalities in other areas it's astounding. Kenzie, the patient, thinker with a plan (who sometimes misses out on the best of things because she's so careful), and Kaia, the impulsive, act now/think later monkey with no plans for what will happen in the next instant (who often gets into trouble due to lack of foresight). </div>
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Kaia loves to wear skirts. And dresses. And headbands. The girl is a little fashionista. For the first time in her life there is something that really matters to her. Up until this point, there was no discipline technique that got her to listen. Now, we have the skirt. When Kaia tells us "no," we take off her skirt. If she doesn't cooperate at bedtime, she doesn't get to wear a skirt to bed. If she isn't playing nice with Sister, no dress.</div>
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It's the craziest parenting idea we've ever used, but it usually works. If we tell her she has "one more chance to make a right choice" or she doesn't get to wear a skirt, she listens. If she does something particularly egregious (i.e. hitting Kenzie) we take away skirt-wearing privileges and she DOES NOT like that. It's nice to finally have something that works. </div>
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Her skirts are so important to her that she can't pick just one to wear each day. She changes her skirt or dress four, five, six times a day. I moved all her dresses and skirts to an easily accessible drawer so she can go into her room and change whenever she wants. After each wardrobe change she will go admire herself in the full-length mirror we put up just for her. Every once in a while there is a skirt or dress that she wears all day..and all night...and all the next day. When it is time to send that outfit to the laundry it can be distressing.</div>
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I don't know how she became so fashion-conscience. I'm certainly not. But it's a pretty adorable trait. She's our crazy, defiant, adorable, smart little model. Love that Kaia Boo.</div>
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<b>Kaia </b>(seeing a bag of m&ms in my car): Can I have candy, mom?<br />
<b>Me</b>: I don't want you to have any in the car because I don't want chocolate all over the place.<br />
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<b>Kaia</b>: "I'm sorry. I won't do that again." <br /><b>Me</b>: What are you sorry for, though? What did you do?<br /><b>Kaia</b>: Something I'm not posed to do.</blockquote>
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Kristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-43386223624368028312014-01-17T12:38:00.000-05:002014-01-17T12:38:17.128-05:00Mini MommyTonight the girls were pretending to go grocery shopping. They just received new purses as belated Christmas presents from Grammy and Grampy Pearson and they couldn't wait to use them. I said that I don't have plans to go shopping this week so they improvised.<br />
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<b>Kenzie</b>: Kaia, you call Etta and I'll call Sierra.<br />
<b>Kaia</b>: Okay.<br />
<b>Kenzie </b>(into "phone"): Hi, is Sierra there? Hi Sierra. We are out grocery shopping and we are near where you live so we just wondered if we could come to your house to visit....Okay...Okay...We can come?...Great.<br />
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These girls absolutely crack me up.Kristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-39663718951871002562014-01-17T12:37:00.001-05:002014-01-17T12:37:40.387-05:00Veggin' Out<div style="text-align: justify;">
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They had paraded through at least five classrooms when Kaia whined, "Moooommy, when are we going to see the <i>parade</i>?" Poor thing was waiting to catch some candy from a firefighter, I'm afraid.</div>
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There were an abundance of pumpkin and apple treats. Kaia fit right in with the other preschoolers at the snack table. Kenzie, usually very quiet, seemed to open up a little with Kaia there. I think she was proud to show her little sister her school.</div>
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It was so much fun to peek into Kenzie's class for the day. Despite the fact that she gnawed nervously on her fingernails the entire day, she seems to really enjoy being there. She's come a long way since day one. We stayed until the end of the day but Kenzie didn't want to go home with us, she wanted to ride the bus. Kaia and I had to run to the car to get home before the bus. </div>
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I got out of the shower and flicked the light on in my bedroom. I jumped when I saw Kaia, who I had recently put to bed in her crib, sitting on my bed. I asked her how she got in my bed. She said, "I just climbed down on my kitchen (the pretend one), and then, and then I just popped into Mommy's bed." She was so proud.<br />
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<br />Kristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-70585733968121227402013-12-01T10:25:00.001-05:002013-12-01T10:25:57.618-05:00Christmas is ComingOn Black Friday we only make one purchase: our Christmas tree. We go to this great little place a few minutes down the road. They give us a tractor ride to the top of their vast hills of beautiful trees and we work our way down, hunting for the perfect symbol of the season. Kenzie says she wants every one, Kaia doesn't pay any attention to the trees and works to separate herself from us, Kona runs wild and Dustin and I haggle over the characteristics of the perfect tree (admittedly, I care much more about what type of tree we get than he does).<br />
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It seems to me that she's made very little social progress in the past two months, but days like today remind me to celebrate every little thing. Today, Kenzie took the bus home from school. She skipped into school this morning knowing that at the end of the day she would be lining up with all the other kids in class to get on the bus. Kaia and I stood proudly at the end of the driveway when the bus arrived (just eight minutes after school ended - we live close) and cheered as she came proudly, yet nervously, down the big steps. </div>
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They are so proud of their work. I am too. :)<br />
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For Dustin's birthday Kenzie gave him a picture she colored. It was a scarecrow. She thought their garden needed some protection, and that she and daddy needed a project. An idea was born. It took a little while to find the time to build him, but Mr. Scarecrow is now ready to find his home in our blossoming garden.</div>
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Here's a confession, I've always wanted to ride on a train, too. I've been on a subway train, but that doesn't count. So, when that steam train glided up to the station and blew the whistle I was just as giddy as the girls. Unfortunately, the train ride lasted all of ten minutes and never exceeded 5 mph, but it was thrilling, nonetheless. </div>
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Kenzie likes to go and play with her "new mom." This fictional person resides in our living room and Kenzie visits her often. I asked what is so great about her new mom. Among other things, Kenzie said, "she can tell what the weather will be without looking on the computer." Well then.</div>
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She assured me, however, that she loves her new mom only a tiny bit more than me. Whew. I thought I had something to worry about.</div>
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As if it's not bad enough that Kenzie is replacing me, she's taken to calling me "old mom." Kaia needed me this morning and Kenzie told her, "no, Kaia. That's old mommy, we don't use her anymore." </div>
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Man, I just love planning parties. I think that if I didn't love teaching so much I could definitely make a career out of party planning and catering. And it would be SO much fun to spend someone else's money. But I digress. On Mother's Day we hosted the girls' second and fourth birthdays and had our family and friends over for a picnic. My trust in the science of meteorology was wavering when it was still overcast and drizzling at 10:30 am, but, just as predicted, the sun peeked out at 11:00 and the rest of the day was amazing.</div>
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I don't think I've ever had a more exciting birthday bash. Not because of the decorations, guests, presents, food, etc, but because of the immeasurable happiness on both girls' faces <b>all day long. </b>Kaia is definitely a birthday lover. It doesn't have to be <i>her </i>birthday, just <i>any </i>birthday. She knows that where there's a birthday, there's cake, and that's all a girl really needs, right? In the weeks leading to her birthday at the end of April she woke every day to declare, "it's my birthday!" In the two weeks between her birthday and the girls' joint party her daily declaration became, "it's my birthday party!" There was never a doubt that her party was going to make her happy.</div>
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As evidenced by the following videos and pictures, Kenzie and Kaia had the most fun they've ever had. Kenzie couldn't contain her joy, often jumping and running with excitement. Kaia ate any piece of junk food she could get her hands on and made the rounds drinking from every "boo box" (juice box) she saw. It helped, of course, that we have the most fun and loving group of family and friends that any two girls could dream of. What a great weekend.</div>
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Haha! I'm not sure if this is really advanced for a two-year-old. You know, leading me to believe she would say friends and then throwing pickles in at the last second. OR, this is a sign that Kaia has no idea what even happened yesterday. I choose the former.<br />
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<b>Kenzie</b>: Mommy, you make the BEST noodles. In this house.<br />
<b>Me</b>: Haha. Thanks, honey.<br />
<b>Kenzie</b>: 'Cause we don't know if there is someone who makes better noodles in the whole wide world. So you make the best noodles in this house.</blockquote>
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<b>Kenzie</b>: when I grow up I’m going to be a mommy.<br />
<b>Me</b>: You are?<br />
<b>Kenzie</b>: Yup. But I
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<b>Me</b>: Ah, yup.<br />
<b>Kenzie</b>: But (thinking), how does being married get you a
baby?<br />
<b>Me</b>: Well (thinking), to have a baby, you have to have
someone you really, really love. Like
daddy really loves me and I really love daddy.<br />
<b>Kenzie</b>: Kaia really really loves me, right?<br />
<b>Me</b>: Yes, but to have a baby it has to be someone you aren’t related
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<b>Kenzie</b>: It can’t be someone in my family?<br />
<b>Me</b>: Right.<br />
<b>Kenzie</b>: Oh, okay.</blockquote>
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<b>Me</b>: Let's get going upstairs. I need you to go to bed so I can take a break. You know, when you girls are sleeping, I'm not a mommy anymore.<br />
<b>Kenzie</b>: Huh?<br />
<b>Me</b>: Yeah. I don't have to be a mommy anymore when you are sleeping.<br />
<b>Dustin</b> (against his better judgement): That's right. When you are sleeping she's not a mommy anymore. After that she's just a wife.</blockquote>
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When a dominant rooster wants to mate, a good hen (one who knows her place) stops and squats and lets the roo do his thing. Kaia has been chasing the chickens as of late and a couple of them have started to drop into this position when she is near. In essence, our chickens think Kaia is a rooster. Hence, the following heated dialogue. Quite possibly the strangest thing we'll ever scold our children for doing.<br />
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<b>Dustin</b>: Kaia!<br />
<b>Me</b>: Kaia! No!<br />
<b>Dustin</b>: Kaia! Do NOT sit on the chicken! Get off the chicken!!<br />
<b>Me</b>: KAIA! GET OFF THE CHICKEN!<br />
<b>Dustin </b>(running to her): No! No! We do NOT sit on the chickens!<br />
<b>Kaia</b>: hahahahahahaha</blockquote>
After a few minutes sitting on the stairs (pretending) to contemplate her wrong-doing...<br />
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<b>Kaia </b>(patting my arm sympathetically): Okay, Mommy. Okay.</blockquote>
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Now that Lily is attending school every day, it's harder to find the time to get together. This week is school vacation and she got to sleep over. The girls had a blast. We celebrated the nice weather with the first ice cream cone of the season. I didn't think an ice-cream-cone-eating tutorial was necessary, but regretted that after both Lily and Kenzie got their cones and immediately ate the bottoms off. Doh!</div>
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Kristen Riccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04159341699846447993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128407406159684202.post-70298876851887702782013-03-24T22:25:00.002-04:002013-03-24T22:25:33.567-04:00Goodnight GorrillaI caught Kenzie reading the book <i>Goodnight Gorilla</i> it to Kaia the other morning. This is one of those sweet sister moments that makes the moments in my previous posts all so very worth it.<br />
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