Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Ouch - On Many Levels

Last month Margot emailed me this picture, along with the following text:

Mom, please come home now! I am about to cry because my throat hurts so much. Can you come home, or get home early?

Love,
A girl with a really bad sore throat or, Margot


Oww, indeed.  I went home.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

No Words to the Wise

I'd just finished lecturing Claire and Margot about their near-chronic arguing.  (Actually, it was more of a pull-the-car-over-and-scream kind of "lecture.")  I began driving again as we all sat in aggravated/angry silence.  Jane, who had been quiet through the entire incident, piped up:

Jane:  "Mommy?  When I'm very angry with someone, I just don't say anything."

Me:  "Uh-huh."

Jane:  "I think that if talk when I'm really mad, I will probably say something very angry.  Then I'll be sorry for it.  So, it's better to say nothing."

Me:  [saying nothing]

Jane:  "Mom?  You should try that."

Jane also later offered me a follow-up "potion" that "makes you less frustrated with people."  I'm glad at least one person at 9 Park Lane has it together.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Against Pigamy We Stand


We were recently discussing the Fair Pay Act and the concept that women might not receive equal pay for equal work.

Claire:  "Anyone who thinks that way is a total pigamist."
Margot:  "A what?"
Claire: "A pigamist.  It's a man who doesn't believe woman are equal to men."
Me:  "Claire, do you mean misogynist?"
Claire:  "No.  Pigamist."
Margot:  "Yeah, Mom.  She means pigamist."

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Tweendom Is Upon Us


One night when Don was home with the girls, I received the below email from Claire:
"i skipped dinner 2night it was 2 gross
now i'm really hungry"

I later received the this follow-up item:




Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Spy Notes 2.0

Jane, taking after her sister before her, has made her first foray into spying - in this case, on her friend Eric.

This note details the key observations that our spy made concerning Eric's location and conduct.  (I do feel compelled to note that the part about Zoe hitting Eric is blatantly false.)

Friday, October 5, 2012

Second Breakfast

The girls' school serves breakfast in the classroom every morning.  The fact that we eat breakfast at home has not remotely deterred them from also eating school breakfast.   The eating of Second Breakfast has become a routine topic of conversation.

Jane:  "Mom!  I ate Second Breakfast again today."
Me:  "You must have been very hungry."
Jane:  "Yeah.  I am totally a warthog."
Me:  "A what?"
Jane:  "A warthogYou know, Second BreakfastWarthog?"
Me: [confused silence]
Claire:  "Um, Jane?  I think you mean Hobbit."

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Watch Your Language

This weekend we went out to lunch with friends - children were at one end of the (long) table; adults were at the other.  I heard Claire practically shout the word "penis."

Me:  "Claire, I don't know what you're talking about, but you should not be saying "penis" at the lunch table."

Claire (laughing):  "Sorry, Mom."

Jane (immediately):  "How about "ding dong", then?"

Thursday, September 20, 2012

A Mathlete Is (Not) Born

In case you can't quite read that, Jane's answer to the math homework question "How many flowers are there?" is "There are lots ov flowers."

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Musicology


For some reason, my kids love that Cher song, "Believe" - you know, the one from 1998.  Although we've been listening to it for months now, I only recently learned that there was some confusion about the singer's identity:

Margot:  "Is this singer a man or a woman?"
Claire:  "It's definitely a man."
Me:  "Actually, it's a woman."
Jane:  "What?!  I thought that was Usher."


Thursday, August 30, 2012

More On Animals (Live Ones!)

Claire with Kingston & Sheffield (her cousins' dogs) in St. Charles, IL
Claire is gearing up for her 3rd Walk for Animals on Sunday, September 9.  Unlike her younger sister, Claire's efforts are focused on live animals.  Her passion for animals continues unabated, and visiting the MSPCA is still one of her favorite after-school activities.  She's also nuts about our dogs, Ollie and Hugo.  Every morning she exclaims - as if she hasn't seen them every morning for the last four years - "Mom!  they're so cute and sweet, aren't they amazing!"  She also continues to insist that Ollie would make a great husband (if people were allowed to marry dogs.)

Although Claire is the instigator, we'll all do the Walk together - despite Jane's dismay at learning we don't keep any of the money, and Margot's annoyance that Claire has gotten "way too much attention" for being featured on the MSPCA's website.  If you happen to love animals, too, or if you have some money left for your charitable giving this year, Claire would be thrilled if you can make a donation.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

A-hunting We Will Go

Jane:  "Mommy, I have a really great idea."
Me: "What is it?"
Jane:  "Let's go hunting for dead animals."
Me:  "Did you say dead animals?"
Jane:  "Yes.  We can go in the woods and hunt for small dead animals.  Like chipmunks."
Me:  "I am not sure I want to do that."
Jane:  "No, Mom, it will be so fun!  If we find some small dead animals, then we can bring them back and stuff them up.  Then we can play with them!  Like stuffed animals, but real."
Me:  [Silence]

I can't help but wonder whether Jane is secretly related to The Bloggess - I love them both, so it makes a weird kind of sense.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Know Thy Sister

At Margot's birthday dinner last night, we were all commenting on what an extraordinarily cheerful and outgoing baby she'd been.  After several anecdotes were shared, Claire asked, "What kind of baby was I?"

Margot instantly responded, "Glum.  You were a glum, bitter, irritable baby."

Monday, July 9, 2012

Sweet Caroline

We were recently driving home from a Red Sox game during which we - and, in particular, Margot - had enthusiastically belted out "Sweet Caroline" along with the rest of the crowd.  I pulled up Neil Diamond's Greatest Hits (readily accessible on my my iPhone), triggering Don's usual exclamations of horror.  I reiterated my chronic dismay at his failure to appreciate anything about Neil, who was a formative musical influence for me.

The alliances became clear:  Claire supported Don and argued fervently that every song by Neil Diamond is "atrocious."  Margot was on my side; our main response was to sing "Sweet Caroline" louder and louder.  Finally, I turned to Jane to cast the decisive vote.

Me:  "Jane, do you like Neil Diamond?"
Jane:  "Well, I do really like "Sweet Caroline.""
Me:  [optimistically silent]
Jane:  "But - it would be better if Beyonce sang it.  Like, a lot better."

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

The Adventures of Cat Girl

Cat Girl
     by Jane Wiest

Jane's recent artistic efforts center around Cat Girl, who was created when Jane " tried to draw a person and the head came out wrong so I turned her into a person-cat."  The latest Cat Girl publication is an illustrated work about "the things that Cat Girl does in my story." 

As you can see, phoenetic spelling remains alive and well at 9 Park Lane.


++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spoiler Alert:  I'm about to tell you what all of the headings say:

=Front of the Story
=Cat Girl
=Gymnastics
=Cat Girl at School
=Volleyball
=Beach
=Cat Girl at Basketball
=Holiday
=Have you Liked my Book?  (For reasons unknown, Jane's friend Eric has been accused of not liking the book - which he has never seen.)






Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Manah Manah, Redux

Claire emailed me this picture, entitled "Manah Manah."

It strikes me as sort of a perfect follow-up to this Manah Manah performance by her sisters (which remains on of my favorite videos of all time.)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Reading Time

I just found this post in my drafts, and I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or go have a drink even though it's only 7:00 in the morning.  I wrote it when Claire (now 10) was six.  


Claire has not veered from this approach at any point during the intervening four years.  In fact, she may be the only child in the history of the Curley K-8 who has been sent to the principal's office for reading. No joke.

Spring 2008.  Let's just be honest about one of my primary failings as a mother:  my six-year-old's utter refusal to cooperate with instructions that don't mesh perfectly with her own plans. This can be a challenge when the child is, say, at school and the teacher suggests some radical thing like coming to circle time. Or doing math. Or going to art. Or, basically, doing any activity in the universe that is different from reading a book.

Claire's Recipe for Success (Self-Defined) in the Classroom

The preferred methodology is as follows:

1. Begin to a read book, regardless of whether it is reading time.

2. Ignore any instruction from your teacher.  Requests like, "Claire, can you please join us?" or "Claire, it's time to stop reading" should be particularly disregarded.

3. Continue to read.

4. If your entire class does something -- like gets in a circle or forms a line to leave the classroom -- do not move.  Continue to read.

5. If your teacher walks right up to you and gives any directive (other than "Please keep reading"), hold your ground.  Do not make eye contact, and do not respond.  Continue to read.

6. If your teacher gently tries to remove the book from your hands, clutch it desperately to your chest and do not let go.  Stare intently at the floor while grasping the book with every fibre of your being.  The teacher may retrieve the book only by destroying it.  (Trust me, she will give up before she tears up a book.)

7. If necessary, try to hide somewhere in the classroom. This is an option of last resort, but it's influence is not to be underestimated.  Do not be disuaded by the fact that the entire classroom is actually visible to the teacher and has no real hiding places.  Go for something like crawling under a desk or sitting on the floor behind an easel.  You may have to lie on the floor in a dead-weight manner.

8.  Do not let go of the book during any part of Step 7.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Today's Update

Margot continues to keep records on her sisters' conduct, as evidenced by this document (which was mixed in with her homework.)  Note the new, streamlined style - as well as a continued interest in moving toward conventional spelling.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Everyone Loves the Blues Brothers

Claire, circa 2007
This incident happened several years ago, and I'm not sure how I failed to document it before now.  Don and I had been having a spirited discussion about whether the girls (then aged 6, 4, and 2) could watch The Blues Brothers.  I was an adamant "no" - for the obvious reasons:  too much violence, sex, profanity, and all-around bad behavior.  (And the last thing we need around 9 Park Lane is more profanity or more sex talk.)  Don's entire opposing argument was that The Blues Brothers is "the best American musical ever" and "is full of absolutely classic blues music and performers."  I was not persuaded.

I went out of town for a rare weekend away.  When I called home after being gone for approximately 12 hours, Claire answered the phone.

Claire: "Hello?"
Me: "Hi, Claire. It's Mommy."
Claire: "Hi Mommy. We're watching the Blues Brothers."
Me: "What?! Where is Daddy?"
Claire: "He was watching it with us, but he went upstairs."
Me: "Could you get him, please?"
Claire: "Okay.  Dad? Mom wants to talk to you."
Me: [waiting]
Claire: "I think I have to go upstairs to get him."
Me: "Okay."
Claire:  "Daddy?  Mom is on the phone."
Me: [waiting]
Claire: "Dad?"
Me: [waiting]
Claire: "He isn't answering me."
Me: [waiting]
Claire: "Dad?  Mommy is on the phone.  Where the hell are you??"

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Beyond the Pale

Jane, after looking around the dinner table at her sisters, me, Don, and Don's parents:

"Guys, this is SO WEIRD - everyone at this table has really light skin!"

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Why You Need the iPhone 4

We were shopping for a new refrigerator at Yale Electric - a store that I love primarily because they have a roving magician. His sole job is to distract children so that their parents can spend all of their discretionary income on appliances.

Jane: "That magician has an iPhone that gives out gummy bears! You should get that iPhone."
Me: "That was a cool trick, wasn't it? But his phone doesn't really give out gummy bears."
Jane: "No, I SAW him get a gummy bear right out of it."
Me: "I know it looked like he did that, but it's actually an illusion."
Jane: "It's not a trick. He has a better iPhone than you do."
Me: "No, it's really a trick."
Jane: "No, Mommy. He has the IPHONE 4."

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Truth About Sex

Jane has recently taken a strong interest in our go-to birds-and-bees book, book "It's So Amazing." We were sitting in the kitchen the other morning when the following exchange ensued:

Jane: "Wait, Mommy! Dad sexed you THREE TIMES??"
Me: "Um, yes."
Jane: "And that's how you got three kids."
Me: "Yes."
Jane: "When I get a husband, I am going to ask him if he'll sex ME three times. I wonder if he will."
Me: "I'm sure he won't mind."
Jane: "Right.  Because he will really want the three kids."

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Mermaids (Again)

Last year for Don's birthday, Claire chose this tasteful mermaid bottle opener. I'm still not really sure why I allowed her to get it - I blame one of my many parenting defects.  The other night, Jane whose mermaid obsession continues, had been staring intently at the bottle opener.  She suddenly looked up.

Jane: "Dad - I know why Claire got you that mermaid bottle opener!"
Don: "Why?"
Jane: "Well, she knew that you needed to open wine."
Don:  "Okay."
Jane: "AND, she noticed that it had big, pointy, puffed-out boobs."

Well, that about sums it up.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Share, Share Alike (Or Not)

The other day I walked into Margot's room and noticed a Polly Pocket mermaid tail lying on the floor.

Me:  "Margot, whose is this?  Jane has been looking for a Polly Pocket mermaid tail."

Margot:  "Oh, that's mine.  Jane has been talking about it because she has an Ariel Polly Pocket, but she lost the tail - so she can't use it as a mermaid.  You know how she's obsessed with mermaids."

Me: [nodding]

Margot:  "Actually . . . I'm not really using it so much.  And Jane does love mermaids, and she does really, really want a tail for her Ariel Polly Pocket . . ."

Me:  [waiting]

Margot:  "So . . . too bad for her.  It's mine."

Thursday, February 2, 2012

L&D, Mermaid-Style

Jane is currently obsessed with mermaids.  Fortunately, her older sister has been able to answer important mermaid-related questions, such as the following:

Jane:  "How do mermaids have babies?" 

Margot:  "They puke them up.  Since, you know . . . they can't open their legs." 

Jane:  [silence] 

Margot:  "But sometimes they just burp up a fish."

Friday, January 20, 2012

The Novelties of Urban Living

On our way to school this morning we passed a guy snowblowing his sidewalk.  Claire, already over-excited because we finally have some snow, enthusiastically pointed at him.  "Look, you guys, look!!  A . . . a . . . snow mower!!"

Ah, my city girl.  How far she's come from her midwestern roots.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Reverse Dragon?

Jane recently found her Rody, a toddler riding toy that she hasn't played with in years.  Despite the fact that she's now way too big to ride Rody, she persists in doing so.  Rody has also been joining us for meals and various other family activities.

It was only last night, though, that Rody's darker side was revealed.  Don apparently provoked Rody, prompting Jane to make the following furious announcement:  "Rody is mad at you.  She will turn her heart into fire.  Then she will toot fire at you."