When Does the Party Start?

Margot at her finest.  I think the addition of the vocals means that this tops even her best Erasure-fueled disco moves.

Sisterly Advice

Tonight Margot was working on her "reading contract," which is a one-page chart on which she records what she's read each day of the week.  As is often the case with Margot, it was a drama-laden event.

Me:  "Margot, can you finish filling in your reading contract?"
Margot (wailing):  "Mommy!!  I can't do it.  I can't remember what I read on Tuesday, I just can't."
Me:  "Margot, calm down and think about what you read last night before you went to bed."
Margot:  "Oh, I can't do it!  I just can't remember, it's too hard!"
Claire:  "Margot, just persevere."

Mystery Notes Take a New Turn

In keeping with the Wiest-ette tradition, this note was "anonymously" left for me after Margot got in trouble tonight.  When I thanked her for the apology, she exclaimed, "How did you know it was from me??" 

She then followed up with a sort of read-aloud/ad-libbed presentation, which consisted of the following:  "Mommy - you're the best mom ever.  I love you.  You're intelligent.  You work hard to keep us healthy.  You make good biscuits.  I like when you sing us a lullaby.  You're a good mom.  I love you so, so much."

Geez.  Maybe I should put her in time-out more often.

Birthday Commentary

Today is Don's birthday.  Claire asked me how old he is - when I replied "41" she exclaimed, "Wow!  Do we know anyone else who is that old?  Besides Grandpa and Grandma, I mean?"

Rewards for Divas

I was cleaning out my wallet yesterday and Margot was the lucky recipient of an extra Godiva Rewards card.  She studied it carefully and then exclaimed, "Go, Diva?!  This is awesome!"

Her initial enthusiasm was followed by a rousing rendition of a song that goes like this:  "Go diva, it's your birthday!  Go diva, it's your birthday!"  (Repeat 300 times.)

Request of the Week

Jane's unusual request for a mail-order baby sister may have been trumped by the question that Margot just asked me:

Margot:  "Mommy, can you buy me a clear bodysuit?"
Me:  "A what?"
Margot:  "A CLEAR bodysuit.  Like, one you can see through?"
Me:  "No, I can't."
Margot:  "Yeah . . . I guess they're probably pretty hard to find."

I imagine that a see-through bodysuit might even be harder to locate that your average Hellcat costume.