It glistened in the soft morning light. The single tear that fell from my daughter’s eye as she stood in our bedroom doorway. “Mommy, she didn’t come!” breathed my eight-year-old despondently. Then that single tear turned into a torrent. Oh, Fudge. The Tooth Fairy didn’t come last night. “Uh,” I stammered in reply, elbowing my husband awake. [Read More]
Timeline for the Best Teacher Appreciation Week Ever
Friday, April 26: I receive note from the Kindergarten room parent regarding all the activities for Teacher Appreciation Week at my daughter’s school. Monday, April 29: I send the handmade card to school with my Kindergartner for Teacher Appreciation Week. Tuesday, April 30: I send a box of Kleenex to school with my Kindergartner for Teacher [Read More]
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Unsmart
I’m working on getting my 5-year-old to dress herself. I think I’m still hovering over her because she’s my youngest. My son Will, who’s now 9, was dressing himself from age 3 1/2 on simply because I had his baby sister to attend to. But it’s time to cut the apron strings! So the other [Read More]
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The Interrogator
This is Sydney. She’s 5. She’s one tough cookie. She’s also smarter than I am. I’m usually reminded of that on a daily basis. Below I present two recent interactions with the girl I’m starting to call “The Interrogator”. Exhibit #1. Sydney wanted to build a fort out of pillow cushions and sleep there overnight. [Read More]
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Chicken, Licorice, Money, and Lollipops
Those of you following me on Facebook know that my son asked me a very thought-provoking question recently. We were riding in the car when he queried, “Mom, what’s easier to cut? Chicken or licorice?” Where does he come up with this stuff? And what IS easier to cut? I replied chicken. I was thinking [Read More]
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What’s in a Name?
I was in the car with Sydney, 5, and we found ourselves discussing the Disney princesses. Mulan came up. “Mulan is a funny name,” said Sydney, wrinkling her nose. Eeek! My daughter’s a racist! I automatically thought in a split-second. She’s offensive to all Chinese people because she’s dissing Mulan’s name! I need to teach [Read More]
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When Play Dates Attack
Yesterday I hosted a play date at our house for Sydney, 5, and her 4-year-old friend. “Hosting a play date today. BRING IT!” I tweeted confidently. After all, I’ve been hosting play dates since 2006 when my son turned 3. I could handle 2 little girls going to Kindergarten next Fall. Plus, the other girl’s [Read More]
