Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Dear Bora,
Yesterday I asked K to do something and she said, "Yes, ma'am."  I did a double take.  We don't say ma'am in our house, but I guess when the South is all she's known (and she's in school now), it was bound to happen sooner or later.  We've just got to move north before she starts saying "ya'll" or asking for collard greens with fat-back.
Your Still-Not-Southern Sister,
Dear Kate,

Remember how when we moved from Illinois to Georgia we discovered that in school a "yes" without a "m'am" after it was rude and a "yeah" was liable to land you in silent lunch?

I think about that every time my 19 month old daughter says, "Yow" instead of yes.  I think it's adorable but I sometimes wonder what future punishment she might be subject to because her mom apparently still has terrible manners and thinks "yow" is totally acceptable.

Yow, yow,

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Dear Kate,

I realize that to many-a-parent thumb-sucking is evil, but you know what?  Thumbs don't get lost.  We have managed to keep only 2 pacifiers in rotation for R, very rarely misplacing one - until this weekend when we managed to misplace BOTH within 48 hours.  Now, I don't need anyone to point out that this "good fortune" is probably because she rarely seems to take the thing out of her mouth.  Honestly, due to the other "many-a-parents" that believe pacifiers are evil, I briefly contemplated letting this be an abrupt and permanent end to the paci but then I remembered the look she has when her paci has dropped behind a couch or is lost in a pile of stuffed animals.  She has these sad eyes that say, "This is the beginning of true and deep sorrow, Mother."  So instead, I swore to God that I would be a better human being if we could just find one of them before bedtime. When I finally found one of them hiding under a couch, the excitement and love in her eyes rivaled that which she shows me.

Hey, if she loves it.  I love it too.

Here's to found pacies,

Monday, September 12, 2016

Dear Kate,

I've heard it said that recurrent nightmares in which your teeth fall out means that you feel out of control. What do you think it means if I'm having nightmares where C's teeth fall out?


Thursday, September 8, 2016

Dear Kate,

C loves to tell stories. Here is the one he told me today:

Me: *sticking my tongue out*
C: *copies me* I have a big tongue. I have teeth too.
Me: yeah, but one fell out.
C: yeah but it will grow back
Me: yep. Do you remember when it fell out?
C: yeah, I fell down.
Me: what happened to the tooth that fell out?
C: a crocodile ate it. Then I ran after him and bit him. Then he cried.
Me: oh my goodness.
C: yeah, then the ambulance came and got the crocodile. It drived and drived
Me: where did it go?
C: to the doctor. But then the crocodile bit her... Then she bit the crocodile and he cried and swam away in the water
Me: man, lots of people get bit in this story
C: then the crocodile went home and told his parents.
Me: oh?
C: yeah, the crocodile told his father. Then the father bit him.
Me: wow
C: then a Big. Red. T-Rex came and bit him too!

Then he finished going potty which was incredibly frustrating given the plot twist cliff hanger ending.

Love you,