Monday, December 30, 2013

Growth opportunities

Duchess, even as I type this, is teaching Skipper about the comic possibilities of the planet Uranus. They're both laughing uproariously.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

I'm sure she'll enjoy chuckling over photos of this haircut in twenty years.

Skipper's hair has been driving me nuts for months. Her hair somehow is all oriented forward, so it wants to hang in her face, a tendency that she embraces for hiding purposes. I watched her at the mini-show her class did on the last day of school before break, and she turned her head slightly to the side so she could hide behind the screen of hair. It looked like a move she had practiced. 

For days now, I've been showing her pictures of girls and women with short haircuts, and yesterday I finally convinced her to let me chop it off. I bribed her with television during the chopping, and ice cream after. She's not terribly thrilled about the results, but she's been swayed by Duchess's proclamations of approval.* We may have trouble when she goes back to school and every single kid in her class tells her she looks like a boy, but I'm prepared. In the meantime, I'm delighted to be able to see her face, if not exactly delighted with my hair-cutting abilities. And while the haircut is pretty terrible,** there's something about it that nicely fits her personality. Skipper is a fairly puckish character; to me, long shiny princess hair isn't ever going to look quite right on her. I may have to take her to an actual hair-cutting expert to tidy it up, though.

It's peanut butter. I swear.

*Duchess, I'm pretty sure, is mostly just pleased that Skipper is out of the running to have longer hair than her - Skipper's hair is straighter than hers, and doesn't get hideously tangled at the drop of a hat, so Duchess was getting worried that Skipper would end up with the long, silky, straight hair that Duchess wishes she had.
** Putting the kibosh on my great business plan.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas!

We've been, as usual, slothful. It's been great.

This morning, Duchess came into my bedroom, parked herself next to my head, and announced  "Mom, Santa has super-horrible handwriting." Then she trundled back out to the livingroom, and I said "Hey, what time is it?" and she never answered. The next thing I knew, the kids were merrily tearing into their stockings. Cook staggered out to see what was going on, and came back to report that it was 4 AM.

We had a lot of delightful presents to open and good food to eat. I leave you with this series of pre-present-opening photos, more evidence of Skipper's photo-phobia.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Things Cook has said while watching Breaking Bad

1) "This isn't a show about meth. This is a show about health insurance!"
2) "You know, this show really takes all the fun out of drug dealing."

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Another piece of deliciously silly television I like.

I would be more than happy to watch Jonny Lee Miller sit on a couch and read aloud from "Winnie the Pooh," but having him be a main character on an actual show is terrific.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Stuff we like right now.

This is what I like right now:

  • The pope. The pope!
  • The snow!
  • Deliciously silly television (this and this and this)
  • Watching Duchess play basketball
  • Eavesdropping on Skipper's narrated games
This is what Cook likes right now:
This is what Duchess likes right now:

    This is what Skipper likes right now

    • Cutting paper with scissors (not haphazardly - very carefully)
    • Not wearing her winter jacket because it (and all warm clothes) makes her look "puffy"
    • Old-fashioned stuffed animal adventures
    • Singing all the time. All. The Time.
    • Anticipating Christmas

    Tuesday, December 3, 2013

    Dental sentiment

    You guys, Duchess only has six baby teeth left, crowded in among the new, comically giant choppers. The orthodontist thinks they'll be gone within nine months.* I felt unexpectedly stricken by this news. In some deep part of my brain, I feel that when she loses that last bony vestige of babyhood, she will officially Not Be My Baby Any More. This is a ridiculous notion, and I really can't even pretend that I'm enthusiastic about infancy in general,* so it's silly that I'm pining for it in any way. It's surely more complicated than that - grief for my own looming death, probably, plus my anxiety about my girls growing up in the world. She's got a big adult life ahead of her, and those old tiny teeth were obviously not up to the job.

    * Skipper has always been dentally precocious, losing her first tooth (the natural way, I mean - she knocked one out at age two) at age four. She is still in the normal range, though. And, as you may recall, that's pretty much my parenting goal - keep things within the normal range.
    **It's not that I dislike babies. It's just not my favorite part of people's lives. 

    Monday, December 2, 2013

    I can never be a preschool teacher.

    I help out for a few hours in Skipper's classroom every Monday now. Today I asked a kid who was leaning his chair back to please put all four feet of the chair on the ground. He looked at me coolly and said "I do what I do," and turned away, still tipping his chair back. Little asshole.


    Skipper had a play date last week! And she had fun! Duchess and I stayed for a while, as planned, hanging out with the kid's mom and brother, but the time passed more quickly than I'd expected, and suddenly it was time to rush off to Duchess's parent-teacher conference, and Skipper refused to leave. She was having so much fun that she preferred to stay at a stranger's house for another hour rather than come with me and Duchess.  This was a pretty exciting moment for me.