The Muffin Man

The Muffin Man as sung by the Petite Princess:

Do you know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man?
Do you know the Muffin Man who lives in Journey Land?

My 3.5 Year Olds Are Geniuses

I am officially a successful homeschooling parent. At the age of three and a half, both Tidalwave and the Petite Princess are excelling at self study. What is so impressive is the advanced subjects they are studying. Just yesterday alone involved:
1) Accounting-The Petite Princess is astute. When only one Smartie is doled out for going potty she is quick to ascertain the situation and remind Mommy that not only should she receive two Smarties but that two are also owed to her for going potty the night before.
2) Chemistry-Toast and applesauce mixed together make for a very, very bad eating consistency.
3) Physics-Tidalwave proceeded with some gravitational experimentation off of our second story landing. He quickly learned that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Namely being placed in time out.
4)Physics Experiment #2-The Petite Princess also tested Newton's Law and quickly found out that when she shoves Tidalwave he will shove back.
They're brilliant.

A Charlotte Mason morning gone awry

Homeschooling Charlotte Mason style is my goal for our two young preschoolers. This morning was absolutely beautiful and we put everything aside to head out to the park for a nature walk. We started by observing some roly polies, ants, and tree bark. Next, we headed straight to the pond and as we got closer the ducks started heading straight for us. Maybe it's my memory being a little bit fuzzy but I don't remember ducks being this pushy at Fireman's Park when I was little. Our local flock is like a small mafia gang. You don't have your payment of bread ready and it gets ugly. As they walked toward us, I realized that I had indeed forgotten the bread. The ducks assessed the situation quickly and headed straight towards the first person they saw with any form of food, the Petite Princess with her biscuit. They got in front of her, looked at her sideways, up and down, front and back. In the second I turned to look for Tidalwave, the boldest of the ducks snatched the Petite Princess's biscuit from her hand and started waddling away as fast as her little legs could carry her with the rest of the mob in hot pursuit of this highly coveted morsel. The Petite Princess broke out in blood curdling screams. We split some of Tidalwave's biscuit off, took some deep breaths, and calmed down. All seemed well. Then the ducks started back for seconds. Judging from my sweet, animal loving little girl's reaction of screaming and attempting to climb my legs into my arms as the ducks headed back towards us, I think it is safe to say the ducks are no longer her friends. We will start saving for therapy now.

I'll remember the camera on the next trip to the pond so we can get mug shots to post of Boldie the Biscuit Stealer.

Irony

Ironically as I finished the last post and hit publish, I looked up to see the Petite Princess trying to stuff a string up her schnoz.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Princess Nose Stuffer

Over the course of the last 6 months the Petite Princess seems to have become obsessed with stuffing things in her nose. So far we're at a count of seven stuffings with four of them involving trips to the doctor. The objects used for stuffing are paper peeled from pages of books taken to bed, little rubber hair bands, and one unidentifiable item that could have at one time been pasta. It's truly amazing the amount of paper that can fit in a three year old's nose.

The first time it was kind of funny. After the third time it started to get a little worrisome. Then I remembered a few things about the Petite Princess's family. I know for a fact that she has one cousin that stuffed a pea up her nose and another that stuffed a coffee bean up hers. The pea stuffer graduated salutatorian and the coffee bean stuffer is a National Merit Scholar finalist. Dear old mom may have once stuffed an eraser in her nose but since she's getting close to forty her memory is fading a bit. She likes to think she's not completely without a brain. So after seven stuffings for the Petite Princess, do we attribute the obsession to genetics or is it a sign of super intelligence? Hmmmmmm............................