Big day for Diana

Mommy took Diana out for her very first haircut yesterday. I must say, she did great. She flinched when sprayed with water mist and jumped at the sound of the hairdryer, but all-in-all she was a terrific little girl. She never cried or whined a bit.

I realize that some of you may be saying that she didn't need a haircut. For the most part, you would be right - except for those bangs of hers that hung down past the tip of her nose.

After the haircut we went to our usual "post cheep-o haircut" hangout and got a mocha and a giant cookie for two. The girls were well behaved, though it wasn't easy to keep Diana from grabbing mommy's hot drink.

Amelia is sometimes bossy with Diana, and she doesn't always share like she should, but Diana can't stand to be without her. Tonight I tried to get Diana into bed while her sister watched "Boo" with daddy (I had managed to keep the TV off all day until dad came home - yea for me!). She refused to get into the bath without her sister. Instead she walked to the top of the stairs, grabbed at the gate, shook it violently and cried. Finally, she slumped down in a corner in despair. She looked so pitiful I brought her down to, once again, say good-night to daddy and Amelia.

Amelia was indulged a bit today because she had a rough time at the park. Sure she had a great time on the swings and the slides, and she even got to play "ring around the rosie" with two other young girls and their mommy, but her heart was crushed when she figured out that two older boys didn't want to play with her.

She first rushed over to the boys when she saw them bring out a baseball and bat. (Who wouldn't want to play baseball?) One of the boys played catcher while the other hit and abuelo filled in as pitcher and outfielder. The boys told Amelia she should get out of the way because she was too small and would get hurt. Grandpa was much more understanding and would pause the game to play catch with Amelia between pitches. Each time grandpa and Amelia would throw the ball back and forth one of the boys would say, "Can we go back to playing now?" which I found really amusing.

When grandpa got tired and sat down, the boys brought out a soccer ball and hit it far away from Amelia. Amelia felt slighted and began to cry, she then collapsed in a heap on the lawn and bawled. I love Amelia, but my goodness isn't she the drama queen? I finally got her to get to her feet and calm down with the promise of a cookie when we finally arrived home.

When daddy came home I asked if we had big plans for the weekend. He told me about some practical things we really needed to accomplish, and then Amelia piped up with her request for weekend fun: "I want to go to Disneyland," she said. I thought this was great. Amelia has never been to Disneyland, but she's heard mommy talk about it and how much fun it is, so she's ready to go.

Another very funny thing that Amelia has been saying every night is connected to a game she plays with mommy. Amelia's bedtime routine has become very complicated and includes a game where Amelia and I take turns making animal sounds. I will say for example, "What sound does a pig make?" and Amelia will make an oinking sound. Well, one animal we almost never forget is the kookaburra bird. The kookaburra bird is a favorite of mommy's because its call is so unique. Amelia can't quite say kookaburra, so every night she asks mommy, "What sound does a chocolate coke bird make?"

I assure you, I am not feeding my daughter chocolate coke, or any other kind of coke for that matter.

Lisa