Boys & booze, already?

D. only just turned 3 in November. Now I’m hearing that she’s got some sort of situation with a boy at playgroup. Apparently the poor kid has a huge crush on my baby redhead. He kept saying hi, grinning and flirting and trying to get her to talk to him. (Her response? “No.”) He tried to make his dad wait for D. to be done putting on her coat and things so they could walk home together. Really cute, but a little premature, maybe?

She asked for beer in Ikea after her other mom mentioned it was on the menu at their restaurant. Then there was her enthusiastic singing of “Ice wine, ice wine, ice wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine” over and over in the car, in response to Sassymonkey’s comment about the warm winter affecting the harvest.

So I’m a little worried.

Music, music, music

I just spent an hour with the kidlet watching music videos on YouTube. I was watching a cool Coke ad from a link somebody sent me and she climbed on my lap (with the laptop, this is precarious) to watch with me. As soon as it ended she said “I want to watch more music, like this one.” Well, the video had a White Stripes soundtrack, so we started with some more of them, and some Parlotones, Sarah McLachlan (her favourite, I think, it inspired the most singing along), Johnny Clegg, Joan Jett, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Tegan & Sara, Metric, etc. It was loads of fun. YouTube is now on my list of emergency distractions from tantrums. It is a short but illustrious list, containing things like playing with her piggy banks, big baths with all! the! bath! toys! at! once! and Dora Candyland.

Ikea

Did you know that different playlands at Ikea have different height requirements? We have broken D’s heart every time we went to our closest Ikea because that playland is right at the entrance and she just hasn’t been tall enough. She has been so sad because the two requirements were 1) get potty trained and 2) grow! She has accomplished number 1 beautifully but number 2 just hasn’t been happening as fast as she’d like. However! We went to a different Ikea yesterday, and rather than 39″ she only had to be over 37″, and she is just about 37 1/2″. Happy baby redhead. This will now be our default Ikea, I think.

There will be more about Ikea over here sometime, I’m sure. We got a Christmas tree there yesterday for $20, and with that came a coupon for $20 off a future purchase. Pretty sweet. Goodness knows there are a few things we need (new bathmat, storage box, etc.) that we’ll get in the new year with that coupon.

Now, some love for Ikea:

Too fast

D. is three today. Three YEARS OLD. Does not compute.

That is all.

Sometimes I worry…

D. has interesting eating habits. For days she will reject every apple slice, green bean, bit of pumpkin, carrot stick, or green pepper cube I put in front of her and refuse to eat any protein, either. She will subsist on carbohydrates: Crackers, bread, pasta, and potato. And just about when I start worrying about her she will eat an entire giant banana and the biggest apple I’ve ever seen in the space of 30 minutes, for lunch. And then she will ask for yogurt and chicken and cheese and eat some more. And then I think, it must average out somehow, right?