Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Fabulous, Darling, Fabulous

Ellie's path to superstardom has started small; she was in a local tv spot about a gift shop and candy store which is owned by people our nanny knows.  They thought that Ellie was adorable, and asked if she would be a kid looking at toys in this program.

So here's the link.  It won't let me embed the video, so you'll have to go to the page and look at it.  She doesn't appear for long, but it's adorable.

She had a great time doing it, and was paid in toys.  The cutest thing about the whole arrangement was that although she has retained exclusive title to the stuffed giraffe she acquired, she brought home another toy that she decided to share with Margaret because, as she explained, "that's what nice sisters do, isn't it Margaret?"  Margaret agreed, but looked as if she might want to further explain that that was what nice younger sisters do.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Must Have Been Something She Et

Margaret was sick this weekend.  Well, she was sick Thursday, and so didn't go to school (and was quite adorably worried that she might have missed something that she needed to make up).  Friday, she seemed better so we sent her.  All was well.  Saturday she did fine, and then we left her with a babysitter and went out to dinner.  Leo went back to hang out with his brother (who was visiting) and I went home.  The babysitter left, and I settled in for some peace and quiet.  Five minutes later, a vomit-covered Margaret came downstairs.  I washed her, remade her bed, started laundry, and disinfected the house.  It was not soothing.  She's been fine since, but we've been wondering what might have caused it.  

Then this morning, I snapped this picture.

I found myself muttering "Spend all of my life raising children to feed ruddy Margarets?  Not me."

Anyway, she seemed fine.

Saturday, November 14, 2015


So I have been bad about posting things here.  Very bad.  Part of this was because the time that I am sitting at my computer without people on top of me occurs when I am at work, and I have only been at work for 5 hours a day (while still doing my entire job), so things have been a little hectic.

Luckily, at this very hour and minute and second, I'm proctoring a standardized test, so I can write a lot of things without interruption.  Even if I would very much like to be interrupted.

Look, here's a picture that proves how busy I was just a few weeks ago.

At the end of every quarter, we write comments for every student so that their parents can understand exactly why they got the grade they got.  First quarter is a problem, because there's no break attached to it, so people have to teach the next week while they're trying to get comments done.  I was particularly slammed, because I was working this part-time thing.  So here I am trying to type my comments with Will.  He wasn't helpful.

Anyway, on Monday I start back full time, and although I won't have as much time to take pictures with my children, I will have a lot more time to write about them, so that's something, anyway.

Before I go and plan my classes for the next month, I'd like to leave you with a family picture.  It's about a month old, but is all of the kids on their great-grandparents' bench at the zoo.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Kindergarten Baby*

So, Margaret started kindergarten.

It doesn't seem like much of a change -- she's actually going to less school per day than she was last year -- but it's emotionally different.  She looks so big when she goes into the big brick building with her oversize backpack.  I think I can see her growing every day.

Ellie misses her something terrible, and her school doesn't start until September 9, so things are a little rough at the moment.  But Margaret is having the best time ever, and Ellie is slowly coming to terms with the fact that she isn't five, and she doesn't get to go to kindergarten.  It's been a tough transition for her, though.  We went to the playground the first day Margaret was in school, and Ellie lay under the bench I was sitting on and moaned about how she didn't know what she could do, and none of my suggestions were interesting to her.  It was very sad.

But Margaret likes kindergarten, so that's good.

*We've been reading Ramona the Pest as a cautionary tale, so the "kindergarten baby" insult is on my mind.

The Agony

Ellie went to the zoo yesterday, and as a special treat, she got her face painted.  She wanted me to take a picture of it, so I was so involved when we began to discuss her need for a bath.  The penny dropped that a bath might remove her face-painting as I took the pictures.  You can see this realization skittering across her face.

The point should be made that I agreed to give her a bath without washing her face, but she rubbed a wet hand across her cheeks and destroyed the butterfly all on her own.  So I'm not a cruel, face-painting-destroying person.  Nor do I take pictures of children who are suffering.  I mean, I do, but only because I was already taking pictures when I apparently shattered her world.

She recovered, eventually.

She's THAT child

So Margaret started playing soccer this week, and because I am a good mother who reads the guidelines about equipment requirements, we went and bought cleats and socks and shinguards.

She wanted pink.




I mean, there's nothing wrong with pink, but it is a bit much to have to buy pink shinguards that no one is going to see because of the mandatory socks (pink, in this case) over them.

But I got them, because she should get to pick what she wants, within reason, and the pink is just barely within the bounds of reason.

Isn't she cute?

Anyway, practice yesterday was canceled because of the rain (there was rain, lots of rain), but on Saturday, she had her first practice, and it was interesting.

She picked flowers off the field and came over to bring them to me.  She hugged me.  She stopped playing to yell that she loved me.  She was, in other words, that kid.  I have failed as a soccer mom.  I will do better with Ellie, I promise.

Dianthus Barbatus

We have not suddenly become a botany blog,* but dianthus barbatus is the official name of the Sweet William plant, and I have a habit (which I need to break) of calling him Sweet William.

Because he is sweet.  Look at this.

See?  Very sweet.  And also William.

*Though here is a very cute picture of William in the garden, which is like being a garden blog, right?