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How could I forget to write about this? It was so dear! The day before Georgetown's Graduation I had already turned in grades and didn't need to be on campus. So I keep Charlotte home for a special Mommy Daughter day. We snuggled and read stories. I asked her what she would like to do. She wanted to go into work. It did not make a difference that I didn't need to go. She drew on my dry-erase board and colored in a coloring book. We had talked about going to a Chinese Buffet for lunch. (We've recently discovered that Charlotte loves shrimp. Go figure.) I did need to get somethings at a store in Lexington and suggested that we could look for Sammy's birthday gift. So in Target I let her play in the toy aisle. She is always drawn to the baby dolls. She found some miniature ones, maybe six inches tall, and had three of them scooped up in her arms. I've seen her do this before, but it is so sweet the way she cares for and talks to the babies. She loves feeding them and washing them and putting them to bed. "Mommy, I want to get these!" Well, it turned out they were only $3, so I let her use some of her money to buy one. Usually this is a prompt for our children to lose all interest in a toy, but she had that doll with her every second for the next several hours, barely letting it out of her sight for a moment before bedtime.
Peter put her to bed. When he went in to check on her, she was talking to one of her other dolls, an old fav named "Sally".
"Now Sally, she's a new baby, and you're the big sister. You are two and she's only one, so you will have to be careful. She's going to sleep with us tonight. She's only one and you're two, so she might want to snuggle with me, and that's okay. You're two and you're her big sister, and she's only one, so you have to help take care of her...."
She went on like this for some time, gently trying to reassure her older doll and squelch any budding sibling rivalry. :)
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Sometimes its just fun to explore the way kids think about things. Charlotte was swinging at a playground, with me pushing. Predictably she shouted, "Higher, Mommy, Higher!" (She and Sammy are SO different). She was making me nervous by letting go and whatnot, so I told her she was already high enough to go over the moon. One the next push She was high enough to go to the stars. Suddenly Charlie realized something.
"Mommy, it's daytime, there are not stars."
Curious as to what she would respond, I asked, "Well where did they go?"
Charlie thought about this a bit. "Heaven."
"How far away is heaven?"
"Really Really Really Really far."
"How long does it take the stars to get there and get back at night?"
"Um, one minute."
At this point something must have struck Charlotte as incongruous. I don't know if it was the timing or the indoctrination from Sunday School.
"Mommy, heaven is all around us!"
"That's right. So are the stars all around us too?"
"No, they're on the other side of heaven."
"Well, what else is in heaven?"
At this point Charlie overhears another conversation on the playground and says, "Strawberries."
"Oh, that's good, what else?"
"Peanut butter."
"Oh, there's lots of food in heaven. Is there anything to drink?"
"Yes. Milk. And Oranges. And orange juice."
Ah, she's a kid after my own heart. It's always about the food.
"Mommy, it's daytime, there are not stars."
Curious as to what she would respond, I asked, "Well where did they go?"
Charlie thought about this a bit. "Heaven."
"How far away is heaven?"
"Really Really Really Really far."
"How long does it take the stars to get there and get back at night?"
"Um, one minute."
At this point something must have struck Charlotte as incongruous. I don't know if it was the timing or the indoctrination from Sunday School.
"Mommy, heaven is all around us!"
"That's right. So are the stars all around us too?"
"No, they're on the other side of heaven."
"Well, what else is in heaven?"
At this point Charlie overhears another conversation on the playground and says, "Strawberries."
"Oh, that's good, what else?"
"Peanut butter."
"Oh, there's lots of food in heaven. Is there anything to drink?"
"Yes. Milk. And Oranges. And orange juice."
Ah, she's a kid after my own heart. It's always about the food.
Monday, May 10, 2010
New Creation?
Ah Charlotte. So, do you know about Jack and Annie? They are characters from a popular "Magic Tree House" series. They go on adventures and find answers in books. Sammy loves them, and therefor Charlotte thinks she loves them. (They are chapter books, so Charlie can only handle them in small doses).
Charlotte likes to open the books in the pews at church and follow along with us. Sunday she happened to pull out a bible. She did in fact identify it as a bible. Then she started to "read" from it. (Charlotte can barely recognize her own name on a good day). What I heard was something the the effect of, "So Jack and Annie decided to go on a trip. They took their bag. They got on a boat, and their Mommy and Daddy weren't there so they had to go by themselves...." I hadn't realized that they were biblical characters!
This morning she was telling me about caterpillars. She almost sounded as if she were reciting The Very Hungry Caterpillar (except the numbers): "So he built a small house around himself for more than two weeks and 40 and a million and a billion days. And then he came out..." So naturally I asked, "Was he a beautiful butterfly?"
"No. A Armadillo."
Cheers!
Charlotte likes to open the books in the pews at church and follow along with us. Sunday she happened to pull out a bible. She did in fact identify it as a bible. Then she started to "read" from it. (Charlotte can barely recognize her own name on a good day). What I heard was something the the effect of, "So Jack and Annie decided to go on a trip. They took their bag. They got on a boat, and their Mommy and Daddy weren't there so they had to go by themselves...." I hadn't realized that they were biblical characters!
This morning she was telling me about caterpillars. She almost sounded as if she were reciting The Very Hungry Caterpillar (except the numbers): "So he built a small house around himself for more than two weeks and 40 and a million and a billion days. And then he came out..." So naturally I asked, "Was he a beautiful butterfly?"
"No. A Armadillo."
Cheers!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Scientist in the future?
Man, I wish I had the time to get on here more regularly and tell you the stuff that comes out of our girls' mouths, especially Charlotte! Life is busy though. Never thought we would be a family with over scheduled kids, but it seems we are constantly on the go to practices or games or Girl Scouts (Not to mention my own meetings for church and school)! Can I just say I can't wait for summer... Oh wait, I teach at 8 am every day for a month. Sigh.
Anyway, I called Charlie a "NIT" on facebook recently: a nerd in training. I know its mostly because she just likes being like her parents, but she's been all into sciency stuff lately. A couple weeks ago she noticed something in the bathtub, so I told her, "That's a good observation!" Her response was, " I made a guess and it came true! That's what scientists do!" It was adorable, if completely wrong.
Then last week she pulled out this hard plastic ball and started bouncing it. She announced, "it sounds different on the kitchen floor than on the carpet." I was trying to clean up lunch or something, so to keep her occupied, I followed along. "If you bounced it on the table, would it sound more like the kitchen floor or the carpet?". Then she surprised me. She looked at the dining room, then the breakfast table. The dining room table has a pad on it. She said, "If I bounced it on the dining room table it would sound more like the carpet, and if I bounced it on the breakfast table it would sound more like the kitchen floor!" So I told her to try it. She decided they were all different, as were the sounds of bouncing it on the linoleum by the front door, the bathroom door, the oven, and any other surface she could find before I decided it might be best to change the game. But I have to say, she's got some brains this one.
She loves to do the stuff that Sammy does, including Girl Scouts. I did an Earth Day activity for the troop, and of course Charlie came along. I asked questions here and there of the girls and Charlie was, if anything, more eager to pipe up (often with reasonable answers!).
Charlie is quite the story teller. She'll get halfway through a story about something that happened at daycare, and then say something like, "And then the dogs ran around the room a bunch of times." I'll say, "did this really happen or are you making this up?" She won't miss a beat, "It's pretend, but I'm not done yet. LISTEN!"
Of course, Charlie has an interesting interpretation of the word listen. Somehow she seems to think it means "do what I say." When she wants a treat,but hasn't had a decent dinner, she'll demand dessert for some time, repeating, "You're not listening to me!"
One of Charlies favorite phrases these days is, "Just to remind you," She uses it like others might say "Just so you know." Last week at church she was so wild and crazy I took her out of the sanctuary. I couldn't get her to decide to calm down, and she ended up in the nursery. Then, right as the sermon was ending, she pops her head in the back of the sanctuary and stage whispers: "MOMMY! Just to remind you... I set up the chairs for Sunday school so you don't have to do it!"
Sammy's in softball these days, the violets. Charlotte is doing Tball, the red socks. Charlie's first game was rained out today, so I can't say much there. Sammy seems to have figured out how not to spend the entire game playing in the dirt. However, every girl on the team seems to a) wait until they are told to run, even though we repeatedly tell them to run as soon as the ball is hit, and b) Decide they must slow down and stop at home plate rather than running on through. Thus far they are 0-2. Sammy is so disappointed when they lose, and I try to tell her, it doesn't matter, they are just learning the game and are supposed to have fun. For some reason they have a post season tournament with this age group. So unnecessary! Also, the girls have to have face masks on their helmets and have to wear a face mask to be the pitcher's helper. It all seems so bizarre to me. They play 2 games a week too, which is murder on my laundry schedule!
One final rant. I can't decide weather this country is too germaphobic or too chemiphobic. It seems every fun thing I can think of is taboo either because of germs or chemicals. I can't tell you how many parents I have heard describe water fountains as "disgusting" in the past few months. Now, to be fair, I understand when we have a terrifying disease like swine flu out there that specifically targets children, we get antsy. But flu season is over, and these people do not seem to be talking about any sort of conditional sense of "disgusting." But okay, maybe the idea of ingesting something from a place where hundreds of other people have put their mouths is a wee bit gross. But Sammy isn't allowed to hug her friends. They might have germs! Are you kidding me? Didn't they do some study in the 70's that humans just need affectionate physical contact? How sad that kids of all people have to guard their expressions of love and friendship. Then on the flip side, as I'm looking up some fun science activities, I come across these pages with reader comments about how don't we know these activities are exposing our kids to all kinds of chemicals. (I'll only say it once, because the chemist in me has to: It's all chemicals! Even water! even oxygen!) But do people not realize that we are and have always been exposed to harmful chemicals? From the PBBP ethers in the flame retardants that all our furniture and pajamas are coated in to the carcinogens produced from cooking meat to well done (because if its' not well done, we hey there might be some germs!). Most chemicals have good and bad qualities to them, and you have to weigh the risks of exposure to this one versus that one, or the benefits of the chemical (such as a flame retardant or really great cleaner) to the potential risks. But mostly, I just want my kids to be able to hug their friends, whether they have swine flu, or flame retardant covered clothes, or (in the most likely scenario) just didn't bother to wash their hands after pottying.
I have misplaced my camera card adaptor, so I'll get pictures up when I find it.
Anyway, I called Charlie a "NIT" on facebook recently: a nerd in training. I know its mostly because she just likes being like her parents, but she's been all into sciency stuff lately. A couple weeks ago she noticed something in the bathtub, so I told her, "That's a good observation!" Her response was, " I made a guess and it came true! That's what scientists do!" It was adorable, if completely wrong.
Then last week she pulled out this hard plastic ball and started bouncing it. She announced, "it sounds different on the kitchen floor than on the carpet." I was trying to clean up lunch or something, so to keep her occupied, I followed along. "If you bounced it on the table, would it sound more like the kitchen floor or the carpet?". Then she surprised me. She looked at the dining room, then the breakfast table. The dining room table has a pad on it. She said, "If I bounced it on the dining room table it would sound more like the carpet, and if I bounced it on the breakfast table it would sound more like the kitchen floor!" So I told her to try it. She decided they were all different, as were the sounds of bouncing it on the linoleum by the front door, the bathroom door, the oven, and any other surface she could find before I decided it might be best to change the game. But I have to say, she's got some brains this one.
She loves to do the stuff that Sammy does, including Girl Scouts. I did an Earth Day activity for the troop, and of course Charlie came along. I asked questions here and there of the girls and Charlie was, if anything, more eager to pipe up (often with reasonable answers!).
Charlie is quite the story teller. She'll get halfway through a story about something that happened at daycare, and then say something like, "And then the dogs ran around the room a bunch of times." I'll say, "did this really happen or are you making this up?" She won't miss a beat, "It's pretend, but I'm not done yet. LISTEN!"
Of course, Charlie has an interesting interpretation of the word listen. Somehow she seems to think it means "do what I say." When she wants a treat,but hasn't had a decent dinner, she'll demand dessert for some time, repeating, "You're not listening to me!"
One of Charlies favorite phrases these days is, "Just to remind you," She uses it like others might say "Just so you know." Last week at church she was so wild and crazy I took her out of the sanctuary. I couldn't get her to decide to calm down, and she ended up in the nursery. Then, right as the sermon was ending, she pops her head in the back of the sanctuary and stage whispers: "MOMMY! Just to remind you... I set up the chairs for Sunday school so you don't have to do it!"
Sammy's in softball these days, the violets. Charlotte is doing Tball, the red socks. Charlie's first game was rained out today, so I can't say much there. Sammy seems to have figured out how not to spend the entire game playing in the dirt. However, every girl on the team seems to a) wait until they are told to run, even though we repeatedly tell them to run as soon as the ball is hit, and b) Decide they must slow down and stop at home plate rather than running on through. Thus far they are 0-2. Sammy is so disappointed when they lose, and I try to tell her, it doesn't matter, they are just learning the game and are supposed to have fun. For some reason they have a post season tournament with this age group. So unnecessary! Also, the girls have to have face masks on their helmets and have to wear a face mask to be the pitcher's helper. It all seems so bizarre to me. They play 2 games a week too, which is murder on my laundry schedule!
One final rant. I can't decide weather this country is too germaphobic or too chemiphobic. It seems every fun thing I can think of is taboo either because of germs or chemicals. I can't tell you how many parents I have heard describe water fountains as "disgusting" in the past few months. Now, to be fair, I understand when we have a terrifying disease like swine flu out there that specifically targets children, we get antsy. But flu season is over, and these people do not seem to be talking about any sort of conditional sense of "disgusting." But okay, maybe the idea of ingesting something from a place where hundreds of other people have put their mouths is a wee bit gross. But Sammy isn't allowed to hug her friends. They might have germs! Are you kidding me? Didn't they do some study in the 70's that humans just need affectionate physical contact? How sad that kids of all people have to guard their expressions of love and friendship. Then on the flip side, as I'm looking up some fun science activities, I come across these pages with reader comments about how don't we know these activities are exposing our kids to all kinds of chemicals. (I'll only say it once, because the chemist in me has to: It's all chemicals! Even water! even oxygen!) But do people not realize that we are and have always been exposed to harmful chemicals? From the PBBP ethers in the flame retardants that all our furniture and pajamas are coated in to the carcinogens produced from cooking meat to well done (because if its' not well done, we hey there might be some germs!). Most chemicals have good and bad qualities to them, and you have to weigh the risks of exposure to this one versus that one, or the benefits of the chemical (such as a flame retardant or really great cleaner) to the potential risks. But mostly, I just want my kids to be able to hug their friends, whether they have swine flu, or flame retardant covered clothes, or (in the most likely scenario) just didn't bother to wash their hands after pottying.
I have misplaced my camera card adaptor, so I'll get pictures up when I find it.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Valentine's Day
To a kid, every holiday is special, important, and should linger until the next one. Sammy nearly fell into a deep depression when we put our Christmas things away last month. But then there was... Ground hog's Day!!!! And just as the excitement over that was waning, we were making valentine's Cards! I remember it seeming very important when I was young, so I can appreciate how the whole idea that she has to get a card for every kid in the class does not diminish the holiday for Sammy. The past few years, she has been determined to make cards for all her friends. Paper hearts, glue sticks, doilies, crayons, etc. By the eighth kid, she is burned out, but still determined. So this year I found a kit a Michael's. Foam stickers, slap sign and you're done. I got a couple to choose from so that she and Charlotte could each do their own. Sammy worked diligently and deliberately. Charlie worked with all due haste in the vein of Ruthie from the comic strip ("Good Art by Ruthie"). "Charlie, who is this one for?"
"Me"
"Okay, but these are supposed to be for your friends. Who's this one for, and it can't be you."
"Daddy"
"No, these are supposed to go to school"
"Okay, Catherine." (Four Valentines down, one friend covered)
And of course Charlie had to do the same one's Sammy was doing. So now there weren't enough for Sammy's class. We dive into the second variety. Very similar, but I soon discover, these are not stickers! Okay for Sammy, but for Charlie (who of course insists on doing some as well), this is a nightmare. She must be watched every step of the way. (And slowed down so that Sammy will have enough for her class!)
"Charlie, who is this one for?"
"Catherine"
"You already have one for Catherine."
"No I don't this is my first one!"
"You have one of the other one's for Catherine."
"I want to give her this one!"
"Okay, but the next one needs to be for a different friend."
"How about Sammy?"
"Let's look at your class list."
Of course now there aren't enough for either class. We open the third box. All items smaller than a hole punch circle, none of them stickers. This won't even do for Sammy. Back to the store. Oh look, blank heart shaped cards, suitable for ages 3 and up! and some more of the sticker bears we started with. "Sammy, you need to finish these while Charlie is napping." "OK, Mama." Ten minutes later, "Sammy did you start your valentines yet?" "No, I got distracted."
Then Charlie walks in. "I'm done with my nap! Hey, can I do some?"
So we start Charlie on variation number three.
"Who is this one for?"
"Catherine"
"You already have one for Catherine."
"No I don't! Not the heart card! Just the bear!"
"Okay, but the next one needs to be for someone else" (Charlie can write a few letters of Catherine's name, so it's useless to try to redirect).
"Who is this one for?"
"Ms. Linda"
12 Valentines. 2 teachers covered, and 3 friends with Catherine having 3.
So I pull out the traditional paper ones. I'll write the names and make sure each kid has one. Charlie sees. "I want to write the names! How do you spell Catherine?"
So Sammy went in with two different kinds of crafted Valentines, enough for each of her classmates. Charlotte went in with a paper valentine (she got tired of writing after 3) for each, and at least one of a paper heart card, a foam bear, or a bear bookmark (and in Catherine's case all three) for each classmate. Next challenge: Explain this to Peter so he can explain it to the teachers.
"Where's my snack to take into school?"
Sigh.
Sammy meanwhile has been "decorating". She really wanted to do up the house for the holiday. She had paper hearts everywhere. Including a paper chain that Charlie wanted to imitate. By bedtime on Sunday, she still wasn't done. "Valentine's day went to fast!" Yesterday one of the chains fell and Peter was going to throw it away. Then there was a discussion where Sammy wasn't done decorating and Peter thought it was time to take all the paper hearts down. I have faith in Sammy's little finger that the hearts will remain up a few more days.
Love to all!
"Me"
"Okay, but these are supposed to be for your friends. Who's this one for, and it can't be you."
"Daddy"
"No, these are supposed to go to school"
"Okay, Catherine." (Four Valentines down, one friend covered)
And of course Charlie had to do the same one's Sammy was doing. So now there weren't enough for Sammy's class. We dive into the second variety. Very similar, but I soon discover, these are not stickers! Okay for Sammy, but for Charlie (who of course insists on doing some as well), this is a nightmare. She must be watched every step of the way. (And slowed down so that Sammy will have enough for her class!)
"Charlie, who is this one for?"
"Catherine"
"You already have one for Catherine."
"No I don't this is my first one!"
"You have one of the other one's for Catherine."
"I want to give her this one!"
"Okay, but the next one needs to be for a different friend."
"How about Sammy?"
"Let's look at your class list."
Of course now there aren't enough for either class. We open the third box. All items smaller than a hole punch circle, none of them stickers. This won't even do for Sammy. Back to the store. Oh look, blank heart shaped cards, suitable for ages 3 and up! and some more of the sticker bears we started with. "Sammy, you need to finish these while Charlie is napping." "OK, Mama." Ten minutes later, "Sammy did you start your valentines yet?" "No, I got distracted."
Then Charlie walks in. "I'm done with my nap! Hey, can I do some?"
So we start Charlie on variation number three.
"Who is this one for?"
"Catherine"
"You already have one for Catherine."
"No I don't! Not the heart card! Just the bear!"
"Okay, but the next one needs to be for someone else" (Charlie can write a few letters of Catherine's name, so it's useless to try to redirect).
"Who is this one for?"
"Ms. Linda"
12 Valentines. 2 teachers covered, and 3 friends with Catherine having 3.
So I pull out the traditional paper ones. I'll write the names and make sure each kid has one. Charlie sees. "I want to write the names! How do you spell Catherine?"
So Sammy went in with two different kinds of crafted Valentines, enough for each of her classmates. Charlotte went in with a paper valentine (she got tired of writing after 3) for each, and at least one of a paper heart card, a foam bear, or a bear bookmark (and in Catherine's case all three) for each classmate. Next challenge: Explain this to Peter so he can explain it to the teachers.
"Where's my snack to take into school?"
Sigh.
Sammy meanwhile has been "decorating". She really wanted to do up the house for the holiday. She had paper hearts everywhere. Including a paper chain that Charlie wanted to imitate. By bedtime on Sunday, she still wasn't done. "Valentine's day went to fast!" Yesterday one of the chains fell and Peter was going to throw it away. Then there was a discussion where Sammy wasn't done decorating and Peter thought it was time to take all the paper hearts down. I have faith in Sammy's little finger that the hearts will remain up a few more days.
Love to all!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween
Aparently Fazoli's does kid's night every Tuesday. Who knew? You'd think that if this was a regular thing with them that they would have heard of washable paint. But no. So Tuesday Peter got stuck in traffic and I ended up for once picking up Sammy since I was home first. She announced that they school had told everyone that Fazoli's was letting kids paint pumpkins. So we were all ready to skip the whole cooking thing. The paint was, as I mentioned, not washable. And of course, Charlie's jacket was new. Sigh.
So now the funny part. As we're coming home with the pumpkins in the trunk, Charlotte is describing how she painted hers with eyes and a mouth, and hair and bangs. Then she announces, "I decided not to put arms and legs on the pumpkin because real pumpkins don't have arms and legs."
I mentioned, "but they do have faces, right?" no one laughed.
We carved our pumpkin last weekend. I had been so grateful that it had been cold so that the pumpkins wouldn't start to rot. Then of course, we had temps in 70's all week. Oh well. But we had some other pumpkins. I carved one of the one's out my garden today. It's funny, the girls take after Peter when it comes to slimy stuff. So aside from cutting off the top, I got to do most of the scooping out of guts and whatnot. The girls love the idea of carving pumpkins, but not much else. Though apparently Charlotte likes pumpkin seeds.
I also "carved" a pumpkin at work. With acetylene. We cut out the face and then replace the pieces. Then we place a chemical inside that reacts with water to form acetylene (as in acetylene torches). We pour in peroxide , which reacts with the pumpkin to make oxygen. Then all we need is an electric spark. Fuel + O2 + activation energy = boom! We did it about 6 times this week before the Jack O'lantern lost his forehead. I'll have to post a picture. Along with trick or treat pics.
So now the funny part. As we're coming home with the pumpkins in the trunk, Charlotte is describing how she painted hers with eyes and a mouth, and hair and bangs. Then she announces, "I decided not to put arms and legs on the pumpkin because real pumpkins don't have arms and legs."
I mentioned, "but they do have faces, right?" no one laughed.
We carved our pumpkin last weekend. I had been so grateful that it had been cold so that the pumpkins wouldn't start to rot. Then of course, we had temps in 70's all week. Oh well. But we had some other pumpkins. I carved one of the one's out my garden today. It's funny, the girls take after Peter when it comes to slimy stuff. So aside from cutting off the top, I got to do most of the scooping out of guts and whatnot. The girls love the idea of carving pumpkins, but not much else. Though apparently Charlotte likes pumpkin seeds.
I also "carved" a pumpkin at work. With acetylene. We cut out the face and then replace the pieces. Then we place a chemical inside that reacts with water to form acetylene (as in acetylene torches). We pour in peroxide , which reacts with the pumpkin to make oxygen. Then all we need is an electric spark. Fuel + O2 + activation energy = boom! We did it about 6 times this week before the Jack O'lantern lost his forehead. I'll have to post a picture. Along with trick or treat pics.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I don't suppose anyone actually reads this, but Ned made it through surgery fine and is home and feeling better.
A few quick stories:
Sammy loves the Magic Tree House stories where Jack and Annie travel to different places and times in a magic tree house. Charlotte wants to be just like Sammy and asked us to read one. This one was about dinosaurs. The main characters meet a pteranadon, and Annie decides to call it Henry. Charlie announces, "I think the dinosaur's name is Pteranadon, not Henry."
Peter was talking to Sammy the other day and was talking to her about what the word biology meant. He told her that Dad was a biology professor. She was surprised and said she didn't know he was a professor. Peter asked her what she thought he did, and she responded, "I just thought he was really smart!" :)
Sammy gets to be in the Festival of the Horse parade this Friday! Her girl scout troop will be walking in it. We'll take pics!
Charlotte has recently become enamored with our little scarecrow "Skippy". She will go out on the porch and talk to "her" (because it has long hair) for 5 or 10 minutes. The other night she brought it in, gave it a bath, put it to bed and walked around the house telling us all to be very quiet. Then when it was time for dinner, she insisted on washing Skippy's hands too. (We insisted this be done in the play kitchen, not the bathroom sink). Skippy spent dinner at her feet. (Under the table). The whole thing was adorable.
A few quick stories:
Sammy loves the Magic Tree House stories where Jack and Annie travel to different places and times in a magic tree house. Charlotte wants to be just like Sammy and asked us to read one. This one was about dinosaurs. The main characters meet a pteranadon, and Annie decides to call it Henry. Charlie announces, "I think the dinosaur's name is Pteranadon, not Henry."
Peter was talking to Sammy the other day and was talking to her about what the word biology meant. He told her that Dad was a biology professor. She was surprised and said she didn't know he was a professor. Peter asked her what she thought he did, and she responded, "I just thought he was really smart!" :)
Sammy gets to be in the Festival of the Horse parade this Friday! Her girl scout troop will be walking in it. We'll take pics!
Charlotte has recently become enamored with our little scarecrow "Skippy". She will go out on the porch and talk to "her" (because it has long hair) for 5 or 10 minutes. The other night she brought it in, gave it a bath, put it to bed and walked around the house telling us all to be very quiet. Then when it was time for dinner, she insisted on washing Skippy's hands too. (We insisted this be done in the play kitchen, not the bathroom sink). Skippy spent dinner at her feet. (Under the table). The whole thing was adorable.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The wisdom of Charlie Dot
Charlotte has had some real winners with Peter lately:
Me: I can't even fool Charlie anymore! Charlie Dot: That's 'cuz I'm too fast for you!
Charlotte (out of nowhere): "If someone takes your car, you call the policeman and they try to find your car, and then if they don't you call your 'surance and they give you a little money to get a new car with" Me: "That's right. Did you talk with someone about this?" Charlotte: "No. I just made it up."
And for the moment when you wish you didn't have to keep the smile off your face:
Charlotte didn't eat more than about a bite of dinner on a night I made cookies to send to Emily. They were still warm and the smell filled the house. Charlotte, of course, protested that she desperately wanted them, but did not want to eat her dinner. She was quite adamant and upset. Her reasoning was simple:
"I want them in my tummy now because they taste good!"
Me: I can't even fool Charlie anymore! Charlie Dot: That's 'cuz I'm too fast for you!
Charlotte (out of nowhere): "If someone takes your car, you call the policeman and they try to find your car, and then if they don't you call your 'surance and they give you a little money to get a new car with" Me: "That's right. Did you talk with someone about this?" Charlotte: "No. I just made it up."
And for the moment when you wish you didn't have to keep the smile off your face:
Charlotte didn't eat more than about a bite of dinner on a night I made cookies to send to Emily. They were still warm and the smell filled the house. Charlotte, of course, protested that she desperately wanted them, but did not want to eat her dinner. She was quite adamant and upset. Her reasoning was simple:
"I want them in my tummy now because they taste good!"
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
It's like wearing a hug
When the girls were babies and we would get them ready for bed we would tell them that pajamas were so cozy, they were like wearing a hug. For some reason we reminded them of this about a week ago. This morning Charlie Dot came into my room as I was changing out of my pajamas. She said to me, "I'm going to give you a hug since you are no longer wearing yours."
Sammy has been a bit ambivalent about Day Camp. She doesn't make friends easily, and with the turn over from week to week it's been a bit socially challenging, though she has enjoyed the opportunity to play. This week she is at horseback camp. She is having a ball! After just one day she was going on and on about all she learned. Plus, an acquaintance of hers is also in the camp so she KNOWS someone, which is good.
We also have her in swimming lessons. What a crazy week! Actually, she was supposed to start swim lessons last week and we just spaced it. D'oh! But she is loving these as well, and her friend Morgan is in her class. So I think this will be a good week for her, if an exhausting one!
Sammy has been a bit ambivalent about Day Camp. She doesn't make friends easily, and with the turn over from week to week it's been a bit socially challenging, though she has enjoyed the opportunity to play. This week she is at horseback camp. She is having a ball! After just one day she was going on and on about all she learned. Plus, an acquaintance of hers is also in the camp so she KNOWS someone, which is good.
We also have her in swimming lessons. What a crazy week! Actually, she was supposed to start swim lessons last week and we just spaced it. D'oh! But she is loving these as well, and her friend Morgan is in her class. So I think this will be a good week for her, if an exhausting one!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Hankey Doodle
Happly Fourth of July! We've been singing patriotic songs all week. Charlie Dot's favorite is "Hankey Doodle". :)
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