Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Bunny-Soft
Salem: "I really like the clothes I'm wearing today Dad, especially the new shoes I got! They are sooo comfortable, its like I'm standing on two bunnies!"
Medicine taste
Salem has been sick at home with a cough and fever for a few days. She was feeling better last night and this morning shows no sign of fever. It's back to school for her! It also means she no longer requires medicine. This is a little comment from her to her daddy on Tuesday:
Salem: "Ugh! What flavor is that medicine?! Is it cherry?"
Chuk: "No its bubblegum. Does it taste like bubble gum?"
Salem: "No! It tastes like some animal chewed off the bottle cap and drank some wine and spit it back into that bottle!"
Chuk and I both are not big wine drinkers, nor do we allow our child to partake in wine consumption. This includes wine from a glass or from the mouths of bottle-chewing animals.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
If Peas Could Talk
On the way to school this morning:
her: "Hey mom!"
me: "What's up, buttercup?"
her: "I'd like meatloaf for dinner, and cold carrot sticks - they HAVE to be cold!"
me: "Okay. I'd like to make peas too, for some reason I've been thinking about eating peas..."
her: "Okay." (pause) "You know if a square pea could talk, it would say it doesn't like candy."
me: "What?!"
her: "You know, square peas...they don't like candy."
I have no idea what she was referencing. We hadn't any time to reflect or for her to clarify as we arrived at the school drop off zone. She got off to school and I've been stumped all day.
her: "Hey mom!"
me: "What's up, buttercup?"
her: "I'd like meatloaf for dinner, and cold carrot sticks - they HAVE to be cold!"
me: "Okay. I'd like to make peas too, for some reason I've been thinking about eating peas..."
her: "Okay." (pause) "You know if a square pea could talk, it would say it doesn't like candy."
me: "What?!"
her: "You know, square peas...they don't like candy."
I have no idea what she was referencing. We hadn't any time to reflect or for her to clarify as we arrived at the school drop off zone. She got off to school and I've been stumped all day.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Art Show Photos
Follow this link to view a few photos from the "Not You" art show at Mint Gallery:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ashtreenofeet/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ashtreenofeet/
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Stink
Salem had her first day at gymnastics yesterday. I wanted to keep her in swim practice but the weather is unusually cold as of late. The thought of my skinny little waif of a kid having to get wet, even in the inside pool, left much to be desired.
She's never done any kind of gymnastics before, but she fit right in, tumbling around like a pro. Much to my surprise, she handled the balance beam well. I say I'm surprised as she has had quite a bit of difficulty with maintaining balance on her scooter. It's almost painful to watch her stumbling around like a sailor on leave while she attempts to ride it.
The class was made up of a dozen girls and one little boy. Being a mother of an only child and that child being a girl, I have had minor exposure to little boys. This particular little boy was so crazy and hyper I almost got involved in trying to restrain him. He was hopping on one foot while swinging his arms at the girls, striking any pink leotard covered kindergartner in his path. He pushed the girls, pulled their hair, went out of turn, poked and deliberately tripped them while they tried to perform forward rolls and cartwheels. I watched Salem carefully avoid this nuisance for most of the class. Then I watched him approach her to say something. She turned and marched directly toward me.
"Mom! That little boy, the little boy over there, do you see him?"
me: "Yes. What's going on?"
her: "Well, he's been misbehaving all class long. And he just called me stink!"
me: "Stink? That's all he could come up with?"
Her eyes narrowed, her mouth squished into a smug little pinch and she turned and marched right back to that kid. From what I could tell from across the room, she had a small little meeting with the brat-boy. He clumsily swung around on his heel and wandered off to be annoying in another location of the gym. Later, after class I asked her what happened:
"I told him that "stink" is not what I want to be called. My name is Salem, not stink. If he wants to be my friend he'll have to come up with a better nick name or just call me by my real name. Stink. Now that's just stupid."
She's never done any kind of gymnastics before, but she fit right in, tumbling around like a pro. Much to my surprise, she handled the balance beam well. I say I'm surprised as she has had quite a bit of difficulty with maintaining balance on her scooter. It's almost painful to watch her stumbling around like a sailor on leave while she attempts to ride it.
The class was made up of a dozen girls and one little boy. Being a mother of an only child and that child being a girl, I have had minor exposure to little boys. This particular little boy was so crazy and hyper I almost got involved in trying to restrain him. He was hopping on one foot while swinging his arms at the girls, striking any pink leotard covered kindergartner in his path. He pushed the girls, pulled their hair, went out of turn, poked and deliberately tripped them while they tried to perform forward rolls and cartwheels. I watched Salem carefully avoid this nuisance for most of the class. Then I watched him approach her to say something. She turned and marched directly toward me.
"Mom! That little boy, the little boy over there, do you see him?"
me: "Yes. What's going on?"
her: "Well, he's been misbehaving all class long. And he just called me stink!"
me: "Stink? That's all he could come up with?"
Her eyes narrowed, her mouth squished into a smug little pinch and she turned and marched right back to that kid. From what I could tell from across the room, she had a small little meeting with the brat-boy. He clumsily swung around on his heel and wandered off to be annoying in another location of the gym. Later, after class I asked her what happened:
"I told him that "stink" is not what I want to be called. My name is Salem, not stink. If he wants to be my friend he'll have to come up with a better nick name or just call me by my real name. Stink. Now that's just stupid."
Monday, January 4, 2010
Build A Bra
I recently went to Intimacy, a lingerie store at Phipps. I'm sure you've heard me talk this place up, but I wanted to get this story in for the record...
I was planning on going for a while, I wanted to wait until after Christmas so I'd have some extra cash, as the bras there are super high-end and you get support (heh, I kill myself with the puns, I swear) from a bra-fitting specialist. My friend Addie and I went together and made it a whole girl-day experience by finishing our bra shopping with a glass of champagne at The Grape. I mean, shopping is hard on a girl, you need some sustenance!
A couple days later I was getting dressed and Salem walked into my bedroom.
"Hey mom, is that a new bra?"
me: "Yes it is, it's really nice and pretty, huh? It was custom fitted just for me!"
her: "Wow! Did you go to 'Build A Bra'?"
I laughed so hard I had to sit down. For those of you who may not have kids, Build A Bear is a place where you customize your own Teddy Bear. It makes perfect sense for a 5-year-old to equate a custom bra fitting with creating your own bear. Too Funny.
Addendum: At the time of this post, I had no idea that there was an iCarly episode with references to 'Build a Bra'. I have been referred to as 'stupid' by some readers within my comments section. Here is my response to my haters or should I say "Folks with a negative opinion" on this post:
"On the subject of stupid, you failed to read the previous posts to find you're not so clever yourself. I know you must engross yourself in tween television in order to catch that comedy "bit", but I, like most adults, find an interest in programming geared to a more mature audience."
I was planning on going for a while, I wanted to wait until after Christmas so I'd have some extra cash, as the bras there are super high-end and you get support (heh, I kill myself with the puns, I swear) from a bra-fitting specialist. My friend Addie and I went together and made it a whole girl-day experience by finishing our bra shopping with a glass of champagne at The Grape. I mean, shopping is hard on a girl, you need some sustenance!
A couple days later I was getting dressed and Salem walked into my bedroom.
"Hey mom, is that a new bra?"
me: "Yes it is, it's really nice and pretty, huh? It was custom fitted just for me!"
her: "Wow! Did you go to 'Build A Bra'?"
I laughed so hard I had to sit down. For those of you who may not have kids, Build A Bear is a place where you customize your own Teddy Bear. It makes perfect sense for a 5-year-old to equate a custom bra fitting with creating your own bear. Too Funny.
Addendum: At the time of this post, I had no idea that there was an iCarly episode with references to 'Build a Bra'. I have been referred to as 'stupid' by some readers within my comments section. Here is my response to my haters or should I say "Folks with a negative opinion" on this post:
"On the subject of stupid, you failed to read the previous posts to find you're not so clever yourself. I know you must engross yourself in tween television in order to catch that comedy "bit", but I, like most adults, find an interest in programming geared to a more mature audience."
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