Run With The Fishes

Thought I would share a video with you all.

She goes a little crazy when she plays.

Allison has been trying to win her arguments lately with the following statement. “You do realize you’re arguing with a four year old don’t you?”. I’m not sure if she thinks this is a great statement because in her mind, four year olds are always right, or because she knows it is just silly to argue with someone so young.

For the past two weeks, Greg and Allison have been having a battle of wills. Every day, she tells Greg about a show called Johnny Test. Greg will try to correct her. “It’s Johnny Quest, not Test”.

“No Dad, It’s Test!”.

Eventually, each one throws up their hands. Neither admitting they are wrong and the other is correct. Both wait another day and try to convince the other the of the proper name. Today, Greg sent me this, “I thought it was Johnny Quest, without having seen it. I was presumptuous, I was confident. Silly little four year old just can’t hear the TV properly.”

It turns out that Allison was, in fact, correct. That’s what you get for arguing with a four year old.

Alli – can I play on the computer?
Greg – no, the computer’s not set up.
Alli – Oh… when will it be set up? (starting to get disappointed)
Greg – in a couple of days.
Alli – (fully disappointed) ooooh… a couples a LOT to a four year old

While snuggling down into (my) bed for the night, Allison told me that we were like puzzle pieces. We fit together just right.

She is 100% correct.

Tonight, Allison and I went to watch a movie together. She absolutely loved it. As we were walking back to the car, she told me that it was, “THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!”. With just that many exclamation points. This from a girl whose usually insists that her movies contain at least one super hero.

I’ve talked about it a few times before, but it never gets old. I love going to kid movies with my kids when the rest of the audience is also primarily children. They get so into the movie. When things are funny, the whole theater shakes with laughter. Amazing kid laughter. Or, like during this movie, when the introduction to a show comes on the television that all of the children in the theater know, they all chant along with the theme song.

Allison didn’t just do her normal laughter though. She came prepared with some kind of crazy yelling laugh that went on and on. It made the people in the row directly in front of us turn around a laugh with her. It was adorable, but I can’t even describe it, it was that obnoxious. I had to explain to her that her normal laugh would work just fine, other people wanted to hear the movie too and the chipmunks would still appreciate her efforts.

What’s your take on going to movies made for children in the theater? Do the kids annoy you (maybe you should go to the late night viewings)? Or does it make the whole experience even better?

Also, since you asked. I’ve managed to keep up the project 366 for two whole weeks. Only 50 more weeks to go! Oh, there’s a new recipe up over at the Food Stuff pages too. Enjoy.

Greg came into the living room and asked where Allison was.
Anna: “You mean you didn’t see her in our room? I told her if she hurried to our bed and fell asleep fast, she might get to stay there the whole night.”
Greg: “I didn’t see her, but I’ll go check again.”

What he found instead was this:

Allison decided that LT needed a bedtime story.

Greg’s shoulders were bothering him so I started to rub some generic version of Icy/Hot on them. Allison asked if she could have some and I told her it was just for old people. Nathan and Zoey chimed in with questions like, “How do they determine old?”, “Who says it’s just for old people?”

I told them that it mysteriously showed up in a package on the doorstep last year when I turned 32. Kids are kind of gullible and they believed me.

Allison then proceeded to explain to us that we weren’t old, “Are you guys crazy? Old people are stooped over and walk with their legs spread apart all wobbly.” Like this:

I know the video quality isn’t fantastic, but this is her demonstration of an old man walking. I’ve been waiting for Vimeo to load up, but I don’t want to miss my daily deadline.

Some things are too cute to correct.

I was cruising along the road when Allison piped up from the back, “Go the Lemon Speed!”
Thinking maybe this is something from one of the shows she watches during the day, and not really knowing what she meant yet I decided to just play along, “Well, I guess I could try. Are you sure you don’t want banana or apple?”
“No, the LEMON speed. As fast as you are able to go!”

Yeah, we figured out that she meant Speed Limit, but really Lemon Speed sounds so much better. So, now anytime she doesn’t think we are driving fast enough she encourages us to “Go the Lemon Speed!”.

“Mom, you know I still like you, but you are being the meanest-mom-ever”

After I would not let our almost four year old eat marshmallows for dinner.

Allison has this pair of hot pink cowgirl boots that have taken the place of her pink galoshes. She wears them everywhere. If you call them cowboy boots she will automatically correct you. “No! They are cowgirl boots.” Then look at you as if you must be short a few brain cells. The other day she found Nathan’s old cowboy hat. When combined with the boots and one of her 1000 pink dresses she looked absolutely adorable (to not sound biased or anything).

I grabbed the camera and told her that I was going to take her picture. This put her into supermodel mode and she insisted on posing for me. For the past few months any time the camera is out, she immediately tells me that I need to take her picture, but wait just a minute because she has to get ready first. My own little Zoolander in the making.

This is her “Mad Face”. This beats “Blue Steel” any day.

When we visit Wendy and Craig’s house, the first thing Allison asks to do is go to the toy closet. The only thing she takes out are a basket and some plastic easter eggs. She then spends the majority of the time we are there hiding or finding the eggs (with help from whoever she manages to talk into it with her). This time she added a twist. She filled up her bloomers with the eggs, marched upstairs, said, “Bwack, bwack” over and over, flapped her arms then jumped up and down until an egg would fall out. While this cracked up her sister, when our friend Coree walked into the room, she turned right back around and walked out.