Poor kid (or the first cold snap really sucks)

It got cool last night, so I had to turn the heat on for the first time in a while.  Unfortunately, I forgot to put York's vaporizer in her room.  So today, the poor kid's all hoarse and scratchy.  Hopefully, she'll get better soon.  She says she feels ok, but I still feel bad for her.

Poor little sickie...UPDATED

So Tori's sick, again.  I'm pretty sure it's just sinus issues, but I still feel bad for the poor kid.  She's coughing all night, and her poor little nose is just dripping.  Of course, she sleeps right through all the coughing; doesn't even wake up.  Me, on the other hand, I'm awake every time she makes the tiniest noise.  Ugh.  But, hopefully, she'll be better and back to school soon.

In other news, I really don't like it when it's this cold.  I mean, seriously, I live in Florida for a reason.  Even inside, with the heat on, I'm freezing.  Tori, on the other hand... I swear, I don't think she ever gets cold.  She'd run around half-naked all the time, if I let her!  And forget trying to get her to wear socks.  Not gonna happen.  Anyway, time to go pour more medicine down her throat. 

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UPDATE:  Well, I took Tori to the doctor this morning.  Turns out, she's got bronchitis.  Poor kid.  So the doctor prescribed azithromycin, and said to make sure she gets lots of rest and drinks plenty of fluids.  Hopefully she'll start getting better soon.  I really hate hearing her cough like that. 

Cold. Very, very cold.

So, winter is upon us.  Well, as close as 'winter' gets to Florida, anyway.  We've dug out the sweaters, sweatpants, coats, hats, and scarves.  And boots.  Can't forget the boots.  There's only one problem with this whole thing.  Tori, being a little kid, wants to go outside and play, and she doesn't plan to let a little thing like freezing stop her.  The rest of us, being Floridians, have no intentions of leaving our nice, warm houses for anything other than a quick run to the nice, preheated car.  Now, this poses a bit of a problem.  Tori just doesn't understand why the rest of us care so much about 'being warm', and 'not getting frostbite'.  She doesn't care about all that; she just wants to play on her swings, and we're all a bunch of meanie-heads for making her stay inside. 

Tori:  Mo-oooommm, can I play at my play yard?
Me:  Are you outta your cotton-pickin' mind?  It's freezing out there!
Tori:  But I want to!
Me:  No, sweetness.  It is way too cold to go outside right now.  Mommy doesn't like cold.
Tori:  But I do, and I'm going to my play yard.  (By this time, she's at the door, turning the knob.)
Me:  Freeze!  Step away from the door.  We are not going outside.
Tori:  (Cue tantrum)

I predict that this will be a daily occurrence during whatever cold season we have this year.  Peace out!

What am I supposed to say to that?

So, bedtime has become somewhat of an issue lately.  Tori uses every excuse she can think of to avoid it, and boy, can she think of excuses.  Tonight, she didn't want to go to bed, because, "I have to help Dora get through this forest."  (A game on her computer.  Yeah.  She's more computer literate than my mom.  Not that that's saying much, but still.)  So I told her that was the wrong answer, and that the right answer was, "Yes, Mommy.  I'm going right now."  Tori doesn't even miss a beat, and fires back with, "Well, the wrong answer is 'No, I'm doing my computer,' and that's what I'm telling you."  Seriously?  What do you say to that?  Then, her dad tells her she can play for a few more minutes, so that's that.  Until... her computer messes up.  She turns to him and says, "Dad, this stupid thing's not working.  Fix it."  He tells her he can't.  She promptly responds with, "Well, that's because your brain is dead.  Your batteries musta died."

Where in the world does this kid come up with this stuff?  She's only four!  Seriously, some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth just blows me away.  We have church tomorrow, so I'm sure I'll have more to blog about after that.  Peace out!

What to do with a preschool diva?

So, yesterday when I picked Tori up, her teacher had another 'Tori story' for me.  Oh, boy.  Tori's group was supposed to be playing with puzzles, at the table.  Tori didn't want to play at the table.  Oh, no.  She was sitting on the floor, throwing the puzzle pieces around.  Teacher tells her she needs to sit at the table, or whatever.  Tori yells, "No!  I don't want to do that!"  Long story -- er -- short-ish, she ends up sitting in the office for a while, then tells her teacher that she's better, and that she "threw the bad attitude away, outta my head."  *sigh*

Also, she was apparently the instigator in an incident where she ended up getting her whole group of friends to start saying they were going to 'tell on' the teacher.  To whom?  No clue.  So we had a little chat on the way home, but she'll find a loophole.  She always finds a loophole.

Time to pick her up.  I'm sure I'll have more to blog about, later.  Peace out!

A highly insulted four year old...

Tori's teacher tells me today that she was yelling at one of her friends this morning.  Turns out, Tori took offense to the fact that the little boy called her a -- wait for it -- 'poo-poo diaper head'.  Folks, you cannot make this stuf up.  *sigh*  So, we had a talk about what would've been a better way to deal with the situation, and we've agreed that the next time someone calls her a poo-poo diaper head, she's just going to ignore him.  And if that doesn't work, she'll quietly tell the teacher.

Of course, I also told Tori that if poo-poo diaper head was the worst thing she ever got called in life, she'd be doing pretty good.  Oh, to be a preschooler!