Sometimes I have moments with Emily that remind me that I have to be careful not to view everything through the lens of her problems. Today, for instance, we were behind a car with a bumper sticker on the back that said “You’re behind a GIRL SCOUT, leading the way!”
Me: Look at that bumper sticker, Emily!
Her: (looking out her window)
Me: It says, “You’re behind a GIRL SCOUT!” Do you see it?
Her: (glancing around)
Me: It’s on the car in front of us. A girl scout must be in front of us!
Her: (looking out her window with apparent disinterest)
Me: Do you see the bumper sticker? Look, it’s right there, on the black car in front of us.
At this point, I’m getting frustrated, assuming she can’t focus, it’s too much, I’m hectoring her, etc.
Her: (looks at the black car) “You’re behind a GIRL SCOUT!”
Me: Yes!
Her: What’s a bumper sticker?
Me: …
It never occurred to me that she didn’t know what a bumper sticker was, so she didn’t know what she was supposed to be looking for. So then she learned what a bumper sticker was, what a bumper was (she didn’t know), what I meant by “front bumper” and “rear bumper,” why we call them bumpers, and so on.
Sometimes it’s good to just remember that she’s eight years old. She doesn’t know from bumpers. I’m glad she learned something new.
Will this become a regular feature? We’ll see! I suppose it depends on whether I’m too lazy to make regular entries, but still energetic enough to make one actual post with content.
Anywho, click to see the week in pictures.
Still alive, folks. Just crazy busy, with the turbulence of school starting.
Am very happy to hear that the mill is FINALLY going to be spinning more of my Jayne hat colors. This is good, because I had to resort to ordering skeins earlier this month, and they had knots in them. I can work around it myself when I’m knitting, but I can’t send out kits of knotty yarn, some of my kit clients have never knitted anything before! I’ve only had the yellow ordered from the mill since April. APRIL, people. I know they know who we are, so they should be spinning this stuff up regularly, gorramit it! I thought I might be overordering, but now I think I need to up my order even more.
Emily’s doing fine in third grade, based just on the first two days. There was a depressing moment yesterday, when on her very first day, one of the girls we had made a point of moving into her class with her so she’d have a friend told her on the playground, “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” (Depressing for me, but Emily seemed okay with it.) The teacher pointed out that they were all friends, because they were all on the same team. I know it won’t keep the kids from forming cliques, but maybe it’ll help. The teacher did say that she saw them hugging later. And Emily did talk about playing with her today. So hopefully it was just a momentary thing. Emily’s sharing more interesting moments with me about her friends, like “X told me not to put the feathers in my pocket, but the teacher said no.” Meaning that she picked up some goose feathers from the playground and stuck them into her breast pocket like a nerd with a pocket protector full of pens, and another kid told her not to do that, but then the teacher said it was fine. Emily told me this when I complimented her on her feathers when she got into the car today. I guess they were there all afternoon.
Lots of run-on sentences means Tvini is sleepy. Hopefully there’ll be a post with pictures, of which I have many, later.
Oh, Turtlegirl76 and , I’ll probably miss Wednesday night’s BAM gathering. The husband has a brewing meeting he wants to try to get to that night. We can take turns with our hobbies, I won’t be greedy. 🙂
Overheard on the GM channel during the Plat Taffelberry Fair, demonstrating once again why bards rule:
[Cardamom] If the entire weekend goes by and nobody buys a single flask, I’m invading.
[Reexa] LOL.
[MacFrae] I should buy one. I mean, why would Mac not?
[Cardamom] Well, they are, technically, pieces of crap.
[MacFrae] If they hold liquor, Mac’s happy.
[Cardamom] I give a free vial of bubbles with purchase.
[Cardamom] Or, really, without purchase, but it helps sales if people think it’s with purchase.
[Reexa] heh
[MacFrae] Hee!
[MacFrae] I’ll take a peek.
(MacFrae goes by the tent later and buys a flask)
[Cardamom] And thus, MacFrae averts an invasion. Good guildleader.
[MacFrae] I do my part.
I kind of feel like I should buy this Threadless shirt in a size smaller than I currently wear, just as a motivator. “Skip Dessert” indeed. Hee!
Lots going on, just not enough extra energy to blog. School starts Monday!
posted this over in and I had to share.
Hee!
My daughter’s school webpage has provided a link to their school material list. Unfortunately, it looks like they neglected to actually make the link to the English language list active. All they have available online is the Spanish list. I do speak Spanish, but there are few things I’m mystified on. Help?
The list
Tonight, we brought out Victory at Sea, which is a generic Battleship game. In hindsight, I should have sprung for Battleship, because this was the travel version of the game, and it was poorly designed. The grid numbers were the same color as the background and difficult to read, the pegs were in a container that should have snapped open but didn’t, and the ships were difficult to get out of their case. However, a Sharpie fixed the grid issue, and the rest we can work around. But that’s not why I’m posting!
We showed her how to play it. “A hit!” we’d say, and put in a red peg, or “a miss!” and put in a white, explaining how we came to this conclusion. Steve helped her. They teamed up against me. We played until one ship was sunk, because she likes to take these things in small doses.
Then she wanted to play with the board on her own. After a few minutes, she came in to ask me what it was called when you put in a red peg. “A hit,” I replied, and she padded back. Curious, I went to see what she was up to. She was playing that the red pegs were boys and the white were girls.
What I found funny? The white pegs were girls for a reason. They were “misses.” Hee! Clever little monkey.
I got a call from my favorite hair stylist a couple of days ago saying that she was moving to California and asking if I wanted to get my hair cut. Yes! It had been since April that I got it cut. I had tried to get hold of her just before Simucon, but no luck. So I went to see her today. My hair was significantly longer than my usual “razored at the neck” cut, so she kept the length. My new cut looks… pretty much like my old cut. Hm. Well, it’s still better.
Went and saw my daughter’s dance recital today. It was all pretty princesses and tea parties. Not quite as horrifyingly stereotypical as last year, so that’s something. Bella Abzug probably isn’t so much spinning in her grave as gently rolling.
We stopped at Starbucks afterward, and on the way out of the parking lot, I got pulled for expired tags. Like, expired in May. Oops. I had pulled into a spot, so Emily started to get out of the car and walk back to the police car, so I got her back in. The officer was smiling at her. It was a minor ticket that I can go and get fixed without an insurance ding when my new tags come in. I don’t know if he overlooked the outdated inspection because of the pretty princess ballerina in the back or not, but it never hurts to have Emily in the car for this stuff. No one can resist her charms!
Tonight, more knitting on Emily’s sweater while watching disc 3 of “The Best of Larry Sanders” (from Netflix). The hubby will be going out for coffee with his friend, who is moving out of town next week. There’s a Browncoat gathering to go and watch a new Alan Tudyk movie, but I’d rather my man get in his last hurrahs with his friend.
