Jordi Said It

Pics from our "vacation" in Lexington -



The week started with a visit to the Hall house.


Jordi is starting to figure out this bike thing.

As probably most 3 year olds do, Jordi has quite an imagination. She loves to play at just about everything, whether she has actual toys or just imaginary items. This morning, as we were getting dressed, Jordi was playing baker-chef. She pretended to mix, bake, & frost a cake, and then hand me the pretend finished product so I could eat it. She probably made a half-dozen cakes this way before we got downstairs for breakfast!

So, we're finally all downstairs and ready to sit down at the breakfast table. I was discussing Jordi's morning cake-making with her and complimenting her technique & the resulting delicious cakes. She acknowledged this praise with a matter-of-fact, but very sweet, comment: "My Grandad learned me all my caking stuff."

As I mentioned in the other blog, the Pullem family has two birthdays to celebrate in March: Chris' on the 12th and Judy's a week later on the 19th. The frequency of birthday parties and the cakes that go with them means a lot to the girls, especially Jordi since she's old enough now to both remember & anticipate all the fun that goes along with these occasions. So, this is what she said as I was tucking her in last night:

"Mom...do you know that big girls who are excited about people's birthdays don't know how to sleep?"

I replied, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah..."

Without knowing it, Jordi gave me some astute fashion analysis today. We were getting ready to leave the house for Jordi's weekly ballet class. She was ready to go, and just nonchalantly observing me tuck in my shirt and button up my pants, a pair of khakis that are admittedly worn looking, too big, and unfashionably high-waisted, but among the few pairs that of pants that are fitting me these days!

"Mommy, (removing thumb and pointing), are those pants too high?" (Jordi doesn't like the feel of any waistband whatsoever around her waist; it causes her to frantically push it away, saying "AIGGH! Too high! Too high!")

Although Chris was cracking up in the background, I tried to stay matter-of-fact and calmly said "Yes, Jordi, they are too high."

She continued to observe as I cinched the waist in order to buckle my belt, then innocently asked "Mommy, are those Daddy's pants?"

Groan! Obviously, these pants are not giving me my best look. I guess I either need to go shopping or get dressed in private!

As you may know, Jordi attends weekly ballet lessons on Monday nights. Their big recital is coming up in May, and we've been letting her hair grow out a bit so that we can put it up properly for her stage debut. So, the other day when we were talking about going to ballet class, we had the following conversation:

"Mommy, maybe today you can make my hair into a bread, so when I get there, I will show Miss Maria that I have my hair right for ballet."

"Oh, a bread? Do you mean a braid?"

"No, Mommy.. a BREAD. Sometimes Little Emily's mommy puts her hair up, like this (gesturing on top of her head with her hands), when she is going to ballet class."

A-ha! I get it! "Aaah, you mean a BUN! You want Mommy to put your hair in a BUN for ballet class!"

"Yes, Mommy! A bun..."

It's not that Jordi hasn't said anything worth posting in the last two months, but rather that I can never remember it long enough to get it published! Luckily, though, this comment is recent enough that I still remember it enough to write it here:

The other day, we took the girls trick-or-treating at the mall, and the girls look forward to enjoying a bit of their candy each day. Yesterday, I let Jordi have her choice of candy from her bucket, and she chose a tootsie roll (her ususal first choice, by the way!) Shortly after she finished eating it, she came with me to get Caroline up from her afternoon nap. As I got Caroline out of bed, Jordi climbed onto the loveseat in the room and started jumping, saying "It tastes so good, it makes me want to hop! hop! hop!" I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I asked anyway, "What tastes so good?" Sure enough, her enthusiastic answer was "My tootsie roll!"

Don't you wish a piece of candy could still make you feel that way??!

After she finished her breakfast yesterday, Jordi was dancing around in the living room while I sat at the table, finishing up with Caroline. All of a sudden, Jordi let out a little cry of pain. I looked over, and she was sitting on the ground, clutching her foot.

"Jordi, did you get hurt?"
"Yeah. I hurt my foot!"
"Oh, no... what happened? did you stub your toe?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, that does hurt. Can you tell which one?"
"Yeah. The one that went to market..."

That's not how I would have put it, but it's still an accurate answer! Chris & I got a big kick out of that!