Monday, December 29, 2008

The gift that keeps on giving

For Christmas, Kate’s Grandpa got her the Polly Pocket Pool Party. I could tell by her gleeful exclamations that she was slightly too giddy about this particular gift. Accordingly, she demanded that it be opened and assembled NOW.RIGHT.NOW.NOW.NOW. Craig obliged, lest we suffer the embarrassing consequences of making her hold on for a millisecond.

Once that pool was together and ready for the par-tay, Kate looked up at me with her innocent little eyes and said, “Where’s the water mommy?” Um, the what? So, I look at the box and see Polly frolicking and splashing around in the water in the pool. Now, keep in mind, we were not at our own house when this transpired. I carefully laid a giant towel out on the floor and poured about a cup of water in the bottom of the pool. I read Kate the riot act with all sorts of rules and the consequences that would be forthcoming if she disobeyed them.

She played heartily for a moment, then looked up and told me that the pool needed more water. Of course, I had only added about one cup of water when you could easily get away with three to four cups. Since I’m in contention for the Anti-Fun Mommy Natzi Award of the Year, I told Kate that was all the water that we could put in the pool. Nonchalantly, she reached over and studied the back of the box. Then she turned to me and said, “The INSTRUCTIONS say to add one more scoop of water.”

You guys think I’m kidding when I tell you I have my work cut out for me. I’m so not.

After many rule infractions, Kate lost all privileges when she dumped the entire contraption over in an effort to get the Pollys’ out of the pool. You’d have thought someone peed in the pool based on the sudden need to evacuate everyone with such vigor. The Polly Pocket Pool Party has now been relegated to the bathroom, for use in the tub only until further reconsideration.

I was pretty on top of my game with this whole ordeal. I set rules, issued consequences, and followed through on the consequences (which is the area I seem to be the most deficient in).

Last night we were getting ready for diner and Kate comes up to me as she is attempting to undress. “Mom, I’m a little stinky. I need to get in the bathtub right now.” The whole stinky part caught me off guard, so I was slightly delayed in catching on to her newest scheme. It has now become all about taking a bath, which leads to being able to play with the Pool Party. Sigh. Just when I thought I had won. Instead, I have a kid who keeps running around telling the world she’s stinky and needs a bath.

11 comments:

Call Me Cate said...

Nobody can say you didn't try! I really hope you're still blogging in another ten years. I can't wait to see what you're in for.

Lyndsay said...

Cate - Who knows, this is the longest I've stuck with a "hobby" in a long time, so it is a possibility. Over Christmas, we had a really profound (and sad) moment with my Grandma. After spending the holiday with Kate, she said, "I'm so sad I'm not going to live long enough to see what this one is going to be like when she grows up."

Ann's Rants said...

Great post. Love par-tay. Made me LOL.

Jeanne said...

You know, I considered getting that for the Kylie-monster, but settled for one of the Disney Princess Polly Pockets. I didn't catch onto the water possibilities of the pool party -- which would, of course, have gone home to Mommy's house.

Fortunately, she has a birthday coming up in February!

Simplicity said...

Ah yes! Polly Pockets! My daughter loved them when they were itty bitty little things! She cried so many times over lost dolls...they were less than an inch tall! Then they started selling the big ones and it was Pollyworld all over our house!

dddiva said...

Hehe those little things were horrible I am so glad that out of 4 girls we only went through one mercifully short doll phase- stepping on those little shoes and crap is killer.
I was LOL about the stinky- now that is something mine would have and did say.

The Rambler said...

Sigh...wanna take the

"How to beat (not physically, but mentally) your CLEVER child?" class with me? It's taught by a 3 year old. :)

Anonymous said...

I love reading your blog, your fiesty and very smart Kate reminds me soooo much of my VERY mischevious Emma. Kate is about 6 months older, so I get a glimpse of what I'm in for next! LOL

Katherine

Annje said...

my 3-year-old is a little spitfire too, so I can commiserate (and co-delight at the same time!?). She loves baths--hse used to play in the pool all afternoon in waqrmer weather, now I put some water in the tub. I don't mind that she is not really "stinky"-- she can play happily for a long time. I will probably give you a run for your money for the Mommy-Natzi award!

Crazy Mo said...

Polly Pockets are a lifetime ago for me (The Girl is 19 now). But I remember we bought one for her when she was 4. It was a little house, with gawdy decor and a little red light over the door. We're convinced it was the Red Light District Pocket ... no doubt created on a Friday afternoon after a 3-martini lunch.

Jenners said...

It is quite scary how sneaky and manipulative they get at such a young age, isn't it? But it will serve her well when she's older I suspect!