Friday, May 30, 2008
After moving our lunch inside, I explained calmly to Bear that when you don't go to college & find yourself nailing shingles to a roof for minimum wage, you have to make your own entertainment.
"Boy, they must be really bored," she commented.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Rocket Club (in which the kids spend the school year putting together model rockets and then launch them at the end of the year)
No big surprises there, except maybe the Rocket Club, which I do think she would really enjoy. I've heard the science teacher is wonderful, and I'm assuming he sponsors that one.
Notice the complete and total lack of any sports. Shocker, huh?
She is totally WIRED for junior high. Can’t wait to get there. Totally jazzed by the thought of:
-dances (damn it)
-did I mention the lockers? She really, reeeeeally wants a locker. A lot. (Anyone care to lay odds on how long it takes her to forget/misplace the combination?)
-using pens instead of pencils in class
Miraculously, the things that terrified me about jr. high don't seem to faze her:
-changing clothes for PE (what if I sweat??)
-showering IN FRONT of people after PE (no explanation necessary)
-detention (no, I never had to go, but the thought of it horrified me)
I can't believe she's almost done with elementary school. What just happened??
Saturday, May 24, 2008
We're so proud of her, and it will help alleviate some of the boredom she complains about in class. The Stretch teacher definitely puts them through their paces, and she does some really neat enrichment activities and field trips with them.
Friday, May 23, 2008
I can't get over how grown-up and self-possessed she looks in these photos. There were also a bunch of shots of her slapping away mosquitoes and making annoyed faces where she looked like the little girl she is. But these shots here slayed me.
The concert was cute and blessedly short (because the chorus teacher makes them sing the LAMEST made-up songs I've ever heard. Even the kids hate them). Bug had to say one line into the microphone and spoke up nicely. The best part, though, was how irked she kept getting with the little boy standing next to her on the risers. He was swaying back and forth erratically to the music, bumping into her, turning to talk to her while other kids were saying their lines, pretty much your average goof-off eight-year-old boy who didn't want to be there. A couple of times I saw her turn and say something to him, with a set expression and clenched jaw. Later, she seemed to be speaking to him rather sharply, especially when he over-swayed and grabbed her for support. I was torn between being amused, sympathetic (I always wound up standing by some loser), and wondering what on earth his parents were making of this little girl crabbing at their kid.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Skeevy-looking 60-ish cashier: (scanning my bag of jumbo marshmallows) Oh, I love these! I use my cigarette lighter to toast them for my granddaughter.
Me: (picturing burnt fingers) Yeah, they're yummy. Did you know you can do them in the microwave?
Skeevy cashier: Huh. We tried doing them over the stove once, but it's electric and it just melted onto the burner and caught fire.
Me: (at a loss for words)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
As the person that has to accompany Bear to the doctor when she needs a throat culture, I am here to attest that the phrase "hair trigger" does not begin to describe this child's gag reflex.
However, when presented with the option of swallowing a pill (it's about the size of a baby aspirin) or having weekly allergy shots, damned if the kid didn't gulp it down. We practiced with little candies first. It took three before she tried the pill. The look on her face was priceless when she realized the pill had gone down. Wonder. Shock. Relief.
Now let's hope the little buggers work.
Monday, May 19, 2008
The poor kid has been kept indoors with all doors and windows closed since last Wednesday. Even allowing her to play outside for half an hour with an immediate shower upon coming back inside results in hours and hours of painfully itchy and swollen eyes, stuffy nose, and bloody noses. Poor kid.
Yes, we have her on maximum allergy meds, eyedrops, and nasal spray.
Yes, we have a call in to her allergist. I'm guessing that the next line of defense is going to be allergy shots to get her through the weeks of tree pollination. I'm going to go out on a limb here and predict that she will be NOT HAPPY about this.
So send happy, non-itchy thoughts her way and pray for the trees to GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY.
***UPDATED TO ADD: I just talked to the nurse practitioner at the allergist's. They want her to try some new allergy nasal spray that's supposedly great for people who also suffer from nosebleeds. I'm skeptical but will try about anything short of sealing her in a bubble (and sometimes even that sounds like a reasonable option).
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Doesn't she look pleased and proud that her mother loves her enough to record this moment for posterity? Yeah, I thought so, too.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Nothing has shocked me more about parenthood than to have certain phrases fly out of my mouth and then realize Holy crap, that's exactly what my mother used to say to me. And then, a few minutes later ... and she was RIGHT! I can think of numerous times we butted heads in my childhood where I stood firmly behind my position and belief that I was the one being wronged until some twenty years later when one of my kids did the same thing, and I found myself in the same situation but arguing from my mother's position. Dang karma.
So, although we were not always grateful or even very pleasant to be around at the time, we've come around.
You were right. Almost always. Happy Mother's Day!
Jenny (& Tom although he doesn't know it)
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Typical conversation around here:
Me: Bear, could you go pick up the three days' worth of dirty clothes off your floor?
Me: Bear, did you hear me?
Friday, May 9, 2008
In such a situation, there's really only one thing to do. As Mark Twain said, “Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” Goddamn right.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I would like to request a do-over, since I only had Shredded Wheat for breakfast and would definitely have whipped up some cinnamon rolls had I known.
Friday, May 2, 2008
"I don't know."
The reasons she gives have fluctuated with the years. She's afraid of getting carsick. She isn't really interested in seeing Boston (this from the kid who is fascinated by history). She heard they'd be seeing an exhibit of dead people. (They aren't). The trip would take too long on a bus (actually a valid point, but I didn't concede it). She doesn't want to see the Science Museum. She probably wouldn't have anyone to sit with on the bus. Now with the peanut allergy, she has a new fear - that the restaurant they eat dinner in wouldn't be peanut-free.
Sidenote: I contacted her teacher weeks ago about the difficulty of her dealing with the peanut issue on this trip. She said that I could have a chaperone spot, which is a total score. Tons of parents volunteer; the lucky few are drawn out of a hat.
Even knowing I would be going AND bringing Dramamine AND finding out if the restaurant was OK for her didn't reassure Bear. She moped and moped and moped about it.
I asked her to make a list of some concrete reasons for not wanting to go on this field trip. She listed 12. About 2 were grounded in some form of reality. I talked it over with Tom. I found out from her teacher that the trip was optional. We decided that she has herself so worked up over it that she probably wouldn't enjoy it anyway. We caved.
She smiled happily and hugged me when I told her. I was disappointed that she'd be missing out on a really cool trip, but pleased to ease her anxieties. And, hey, we'd be making a family trip down to Boston at some point in the near future.
Ten minutes later she drifted back into the kitchen, "Mom? I might want to go on the Boston trip, OK?"
God help me.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Inside the box, under layers of tissue in a cute little DLM box and artfully wrapped in individual cellophane bags, were these:
But wait. There's more. She sent them to me not only because she's a sweetie, but she also wants my opinion on them. I dearly love to be asked my opinion, especially about food. Plus! This pretty much requires me to sample quite a few cookies, so I can give her a really good opinion. I mean, the first cookie and even the second might be delightful, but something could have gone horribly wrong with, say, the fifth cookie. I have to be really scientific about this. I feel like I owe her that much.
P.S.: I convinced the girls that even though they each got a cookie after school that I had to take a bite out of each of theirs. Really.