May 2012
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We really need to get out more...
(...to farms. Or something.)
In the car on a recent trip to VT:
L: Mama, look at those horses. Aren't they nice?
Me: Where?
L: Over there.
Me: Those are cows.
L: Oh. Well, they are still nice.
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Blood for Poppies (Garbage, Not Your Kind of...
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dream.reverie.hallucination.nightmare.: Exchange... →
mycherieamour:
‘Man who is a serious novel would like to hear from a woman who is a poem’ (classified advertisement, New York Review of Books) Dear Serious Novel,
I am a terse assured lyric with impeccable rhythmic flow, some apt and original metaphors, and a music that is all my own. Some people say I am…
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February 2012
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January 2012
7 posts
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L on Joe Flacco’s mustache: ‘That is a terrible, terrible mustache. I won’t look at boys with terrible mustaches.’
(I am in total agreement.)
Me: Can I have a bite of your cookie?
L: Nope.
Me: Please? I share with you.
L: No one ever said life was fair.
(At least she’s listening to me???)
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Stay Useless (Cloud Nothings)
(Stuck in my head).
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“I think it’s a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether...”
– Wendy Cope (via the-little-darkling)
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In the car with L...
L: Mama, why couldn’t you be a Rockette?
Me: Well, I don’t think there’s just one reason. Among other things, I am too old, too tall and I can’t dance.
L: Do you know why I couldn’t be a Rockette?
Me: No, why?
L: Because I am too young, too short and I can’t dance either.
December 2011
7 posts
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Hold On (Alabama Shakes)
Love this.
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L's Christmas List
Globe
Hanging Chair
Cuckoo Clock (with alarm)
Miniature kitten family. That talks.
Spy Kit
Pretty island book (pictures)
Picture book about evolution
Spy book to help me be a real spy
(I am feeling like this is not a normal 5 year old girl Christmas list?? But maybe there is no such thing…)
L: Mama?
Me: Yes?
L: I don’t want to marry Justin ‘Beaver’ anymore.
Me (a bit taken aback that she ever did): Oh. Why not?
L: He’s Canadian.
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November 2011
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Conversations I truly have no idea what to make...
L: Mama, I love you a lot.
Me: I love you, too.
L: Do you know what I love you better than?
Me: What?
L: A rat.
Me: What? You don't like rats.
L: I know.
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L's New Game
Involves pretending she is a kitten at a pet store waiting to be purchased by me. After I decide that I don’t want to buy (in this particular order) a bunny, a monkey, a komodo dragon or an owl. Upon purchase, I discover that she is actually a kitten who talks. Much to my amazement.
We’ve been playing this over and over again for days and it might break me. Which incidentally,...
October 2011
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8 Homes Built Out of Spite →
For some reason, I really love the concept (and reality) of the Spite House.
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WatchTender Mercy (Au/Palais). I quite like this.
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L fired me this morning. As her mother (at first I thought there might be some fire related game involved. But apparently she was dismissing me for poor job performance).
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“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking...”
– Steve Jobs (via theshalom)
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L has a new beau...
He has shoulder length blond hair, is approximately 3 inches shorter than her (because he’s 4 and she’s 5, they informed me) and on the day they met apparently went home and told his mother that he was in love with her. He’s a total charmer.
L has told me that what she likes best about him is that he’s slow and she’s fast and he cannot, therefore, knock her over on...
September 2011
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L has spent the entire weekend pretending to be a kitten. Which has meant that she’s communicated primarily using meows and pantomime. And has crawled almost everywhere. Not our best weekend ever.
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August 2011
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L and I are going on a (much anticipated) vacation to visit dear friends in England starting tomorrow. Here are her hopes for our trip:
At least one pony ride (totally reasonable).
Fox hunting (I think she means that she wants to see foxes. But still).
Many opportunities to wear her fake fur vest. As she feels strongly that this is the most appropriate thing in her wardrobe for the sorts of...
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On the way home from a playdate with her “best” boy friend, L asked (with a weary look):
“Mama, why do boys always have to win?”
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Earlier this week, L heard me talking to the mother of a friend of her’s about whether any of her camp counselors babysit. Today she came home from camp with the email addresses and cell phone numbers of her two favorite counselors and informed me that she’d talked to them and they’d agreed to babysit her. She’s not even 5 and she’s arranging her own babysitters....
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July 2011
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“Mama, how did Jesus die?”
L at 5:30 this morning (I am not sure there is ever a good time to answer this particular question from a 4 yo).