Thursday, November 13, 2014

Dina age 4.5

Dina is 4.5 years old (her half birthday is two weeks from tomorrow) .  Her favorite color is blue and she is currently in love with all things girly: Disney princesses, long hair, nail polish, rings, necklaces, and earrings.  She is an EXCELLENT solitary player.  She will go around a room flying a random object and whispering sound effects.  She says the funniest things super seriously.  Sometimes I pretend I'm sleeping just so I can hear her make sounds and talk to herself; its very soothing for me.  A few months ago, she used to get furious if anybody laughed at her even if she was being funny on purpose.  Now she just smiles.  One day I was cleaning her room:

               Dina: Mommy, you're cleaning up my room because you're going to clean the floor?
               Me: yes
               Dina: Ok, I'm going to start cleaning too.

She grabs her toy vacuum cleaner and starts "vacuuming." 

Dina's thinking face


As the middle child, Dina craves attention.  I'm not a middle child technically (four older siblings and one younger), but when all of the older siblings moved out, it was just one older sister, one younger sister, and me.  So I can totally relate with her.  Growing up, everything was oldest to youngest, or youngest to oldest; but to me, it made no difference, I was never first.  So now that it occurred to me to write a little intro for each of my kids, I decided to make Dina's first.  

Dina's current dream bed, as seen on Houzz


Whenever I hold Elena and cuddle her, Dina always says she's next.  She loves it when I tell stories of when she was a baby or tot and gives explanations for why she used to do what she did. 

She was very upset that she had to share the hotdogs


There are a few funny things that I would like to record about Dina.  Today, Dina was drawing with a sharpie (her favorite thing to draw with) and Abel wanted to play outside:

              Abel: Mommy, I'm gonna go play outside
              Dina: Ok, just make sure nobody kills you

A little background on this: I've seen too many episodes of Criminal Minds and as such, I am terrified of a lurking child predator,  Since we moved into this house in June, I've told my kids to NOT go outside without letting me know because there are bad guys who will steal them and do mean things to them.  Dina is one that jumps to conclusions, I guess this was one of them.  I guess its better that she thinks this.

So concentrated on drawing


This morning she crawled into my bed after Rudy left to work:
                  Dina: Mommy, what are you doing?
                  Me: Trying to rest
                  Dina: Well stop, I want some breakfast
                  I start laughing
                  Dina: What?? Give me some breakfast

2.5 (?) years ago

Dina can be a silly monkey with Elena sometimes

Back in LA, before Elena came into our lives, Dina was the little sister.  Abel NEVER let her forget that.  He would always tell her that she is little, that she can't do this or that because she is not strong enough or big enough.  One time, Dina was watching Dora the Explorer:

                     Benny: I'm going to need some help climbing this wall.  Are you strong enough to help                        me?
                     Dina: No
                     Benny: Really really strong?
                     Dina: No
                     Benny: Alright! Let's go

I always make sure to tell her that she is a growing girl and as long as she eats her veggies she will be a big, strong girl.

A time before Elena

Morning bed hair

First time trying hot chocolate

Last week we were at Sears and we saw a memory foam bed.  I told Dina to buy me that bed when she turned into a grownup because by that time, I would be an old lady.  Ever since then, every time we go to ANY store, it's always "Mommy, when I'm a grownup I'm gonna buy you that" for EVERY neat thing that she sees.

Monday, November 10, 2014

I love you when you bring the van

I've mentioned before that my kids are THE most reluctant walkers ever. And as lazy as I am (I too, hate walking but I do it and I do it very fast to get it over with) 90% of the time I picked up and dropped off the kids walking because I somehow in LA manage to get road rage in the 4.5 min drive from home to the daycare.
One day when I picked the kids up in the van I parked it a little bit farther than I usually do.  I was able to fool the kids for a minute that we were walking but then Abel saw the van.
Abel: whaaa? You bring the van?
Me: yup
Abel: (hugging me) mommy, I love you when you bring the van
Oh wow, I thought the kid with the cookies was bad. Well I love you all the time Abel.