No self esteem problems here

Meagan was quite funny today. She brought home a piece of paper with handprints on it that said, "Hands are not for hitting. They are for....". Obviously, she was supposed to fill in the blank at school, but hadn't. So I asked, "What are your hands for?" She replied, "My hands are for making myself happy."

Later, she was watching Dumbo. We had to turn it off to leave right at the part where the little mouse was trying to convince the ringmaster in his dream that he needed Dumbo to be the climax of his new act. Meagan came up to me and said, "I'm a climax!" Surprised (because I hadn't been paying attention to the movie), I asked, "What?" She repeated, "I'm a climax!" I said, "Do you even know what that means?" She said, "Of course. A climax is something great, and I'm great, so I'm a climax!" I don't think we're going to be having self esteem problems with her.

After dinner, she was downstairs playing with Nate. He said she came up to him and said, "I'm mom, because I cook and bake and sew." What I found funniest is that she didn't mention cleaning anywhere in her list of what Mom does.

The reason we had to turn off the movie early was so we could take Bethany to speech therapy. After her therapy was done, I spoke with the therapist for a bit. She likes to tell me what they covered each time. She told me that she'd tried to get Bethany to talk about her birthday party. She asked if the kids got to take anything home with them. Bethany said, "They just brought things for me, and I got to keep them forever!" This girl knows where her priorities are, I guess.

Here I Go Again...

It's nearly one o'clock in the morning, and all sane people are in bed. I am not. I know that says something about my level of intelligence at this moment, but the truth is that I'm getting ready to go overboard again. Bethany's birthday is four weeks from tomorrow--I mean today. We stopped by Target this evening--I mean last night--I mean about five or six hours ago, and picked up a pinata and various sundries for her party. Now that I have a theme and an invite list (Bethany and I made it up over dinner), I'm getting ramped up for the party. I can feel the excitement building already. For me, this is the funnest part: the planning and dreaming and creating.

Bethany chose a monster pinata this year, so I'm themeing (is that a word?) her party around that. I don't have much in the way of games planned yet, but I'm having a lot of fun looking at pictures of monster cakes online. I'm saving my favorites, and am going to show them to Bethany and see which ones she likes. The beauty of a monster theme is that it's supposed to look weird. So if I screw something up in the decorating process, it won't be hard to make it look like I meant to do it that way. There's so much potential here. I think I need to stop looking at pictures here before I get too carried away.