Archive for October, 2011


October 31st, 2011

Pinkie Pony was resting on the sofa, and I asked Olivia in a stage whisper, "Did Pinkie Pony ever find out you rode another horse while we were at Disneyland? At the carousel?"

She looked at me with wide eyes and thought for a second, then said, "No, she's just a baby. She has no rememory."

"So you don't have rememories of when you were a baby?" I quizzed.

"No," she confirmed. "And she's just a baby. Nobody big can ride her, like you or me or Daddy. I have to ride another horse."

Pretty smart way to wriggle out of a potentially awkward scene, should your primary horse find out you were gallivanting with another equine. Pinkie Pony seemed to buy that.

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Nail biting

October 28th, 2011

I was painting Olivia's (and my) nails. "Remind me not to paint this thumb," I asked her, wiggling her left thumb. It's the sucking thumb. Only the left. The right just will not do.

"Because I might suck the paint off?" she asked.

"Because you have sucked the paint off in the past. You don't need to eat nail polish. I've fed you enough," I confirmed.

"This is the thumb I suck when I'm tired, and this is the thumb nail I bite when I miss you," she declared.

I stopped. I've never heard that before."Do you bite it a lot?" I questioned.

"I bite it just like this," she demonstrated.

"But do you bite it a lot?" I repeated. It doesn't look all haggard so I think it's under control.

"Yes, always, and only sometimes," she replied, in the logic of a preschooler. "When I'm in school, and then I bite it like this."

"Aww, Hon," I said. "I miss you too, every day when I'm at work." I gave her a hug and a kiss.

Except I don't bite my nail, I just breathe air. Always, and only sometimes.

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Pinky Pony

October 26th, 2011

On the King Aurthur Carrousel at Disneyland, Olivia and I sat next to one another. As the horses were whirling round and round, I said to her, "Your horse's tongue is sticking out." It was meant to elicit a silly laugh, as so many other odd statements like that will from a four year old.

She has been on a sassy streak. "Don't look at my horse," she commanded.

"Why?" I asked.

"You can't look at my horse," she announced.

"Don't be rude," I said, but I got the same kind of illogical response.

Finally, I gave up. "Fine. If you want to be sassy to me, I'm going to tell Pinky Pony that you were cheating on her," I warned.

Pinky, you should know, is one of her absolute favorite toys, because it's pink, with shiny tinsels in her pink flowing mane, and flower decorations on her flanks. Pink, shiny, flowers. It really doesn't get any better.

Olivia wasn't sure how to regard this threat, and looked at me blankly for a couple seconds. Then she took a visual cue from my tilted-up head and raised brows that this was an offensive statement. I wondered how she was planning her defense.

"You better not or she will hate you forever!" she yelled in her high pitched voice. Inside, I was doubled over laughing.

Outside, I said with my best poker face, "Then you have to be nice to me."

It worked. Pinky waited faithfully at the hotel room and was none the wiser at the end of our day.

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October 24th, 2011

My kid is getting to the age when she's telling people how old I am. And she's not always accurate.

I was at Uncle Tootie's house, at the kitchen table with Olivia and Auntie Olive. I'd left momentarily and upon return, Auntie Olive said to me, "I didn't know you're 42."

Me, Dad, Uncle Tootie and Auntie Olive, Olivia, Mom

Me, Dad, Uncle Tootie and Auntie Olive, Olivia, Mom

"I am?" I asked quizzically. "Why do you think that?"

She answered, "That's what Olivia just told me."

"Why?" I asked. We had not been talking about anything remotely close to age.

"I don't know. She just blurted it out randomly when you walked away," replied Olive. "She said, 'Did you know my Mommy is 42?'"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not 42 yet. I don't know how she arrived at that figure," I clarified.

This is a kid who can't reliably count past the number 20, and who thinks 52:13 is a good answer to What time is it?

I gave the correct age to Auntie Olive then turned to Olivia. "If you're going get my age wrong, at least make me younger, not older. Tell them I'm 30," I scolded.

"Twenty nine," laughed Olive.

The next day, I tested Olivia. "How old is Mommy?" I asked.

"Sixteen," she said.

"Oh, a little older," I hinted.

"Twenty four," she guessed.

"Oh, just a smidge older," I encouraged.

"Twenty five?" she asked.

"Great job! Let's go with that!" I applauded. So, I'm 25 if anyone's asking.

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To sum

October 21st, 2011

The trip was challenging. While everyone was tolerant and nice to each other, the various health issues and the weather really made it tough. Our saving grace was having Uncle Tootie to lean on.

Things that happened on this trip:

-Potty accident



-Emergency dentist

-Sinus infection. In the middle of the night.


-General head colds


-Plane fight

-Scooter driving issues



Claus and I were exhausted after the week, our illnesses exacerbated by having to think all the time as the group leaders. My parents felt it best if we called the shots because I'd been to the parks last year and knew my way around, and probably because we are younger and theoretically more energetic.

Mom and Dad on Flik's Flyers

Mom and Dad on Flik's Flyers

Theory is not always reality. My 82 year old mom, the oldest one, was the healthiest and the most energetic. Often, it was she who wanted to leave the park last. Go, Mom! Cute, that they both wanted to ride every ride possible.

My parents were very sweet and repeatedly appreciative, and despite the hardships, I'm really glad I got to have this time with them, to see them bond more with Olivia, and be amused at the sight of them being a kid again on the rides. They were real troopers in the rain, too. So on the bright side, positive things include:

-Great family time

-No fighting

-It rained, but at least it wasn't hot.

-Short lines at the parks

-Seeing old friends

-Bonus round of seeing old friends on last day!

-Made it back in one piece

-Got to finally stay at Grand Californian Hotel, which I've been dying to since I first saw it! It did not disappoint. It's totally worth it!

-Lost two pounds. Can fit slacks again.

Claus at Francis' Ladybug Boogie

Claus at Francis' Ladybug Boogie

An article in the October 10 edition of Time magazine entitled Happy Money says "spending on experiences like leisure and travel or on friends and loved ones offers longer-term bang for the luck. The reason? Such pursuits enhance the feelings of meaning and social connection that undergird happiness."

So yes. I'm happy. I'm happy I went, and I want to return again and check out all the rides we didn't see, plus a return to our favorites.

California Adventure

California Adventure

And the bonus: I'm really happy to be back!


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