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."
Monday, July 9, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
The Adventures of 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.
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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.)
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 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:
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.
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
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| Claire, circa 2007 |
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!"
"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."
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."
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.
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.
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