are what Nora has come to call all the odd numbers. She has recently been learning about odd and even numbers in school. In the car on the way to a shopping trip, she explained it to me like this:
"The odd numbers are the Jesus numbers because when you divide them into groups there is always one left in the middle - that's the Jesus number and all the rest are his disciples."
Oh....the Catholic school education has ended but the imprint lives on! Whatever works!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
No one should be this Green
For reasons I will spare you, I recently had to expound the virtues of a thorough wipe each and every time a "numero dos" happens. Nora's response?
"Yeah, ok......but, I was thinking, where should I be putting that last piece of toilet paper?
"um.....in the toilet...""right, but the last one comes out clean right? So, couldn't someone else use it? Shouldn't we put a little pile of the clean pieces somewhere?"
I'm glad we seem to have instilled the value of recycling.......but (oh, the shameful waste of it!) we'll be flushing that last piece each and every time. :-)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Snowshoeing!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Cutie Pants
Nora received these pants as hand-me-downs and I think they are absolutely adorable. She says they, "embarrass her" and refuses to wear them. I know. It defies reason.
Normally I would give up the fight, but these pants are sooooooo cute on her. I'd like her to wear them. Just one time. For me. I've tried all manner of trickery and coercion to that end and I almost had her last week when getting ready for school I mentioned that if her teacher lined kids up by the color they are wearing (as she often does) that Nora would surely get to be in the first group since the pants contain nearly all the colors. There was a moment of hesitation where I could tell she was really considering it. That was the closest I've come to success until today.
This morning (well, almost lunch time) I was trying to cajole Nora into putting some real clothes on when she said, "can't you just pick out my outfit today?" Well, yes. Yes, I can. I, of course, came back with the cutie pants and she, of course, rolled her eyes. She begrudgingly agreed to try them on. Again. They were on for about 30 seconds and were on their way back down when my moment of genius struck. I said, "Ya know, I don't know why you don't want to wear these pants! I just saw them on a commercial this morning on TV. All the kids want them for Christmas and so far you're the only one I know who actually has them."
Her eyes lit up and so went the pants. She buttoned the fly and began prancing around the room. There may have even been a bootie shake. I'm serious. She happily wore them for the next 45 minutes. I was in absolute shock. What does this say about the power of marketing? Have I not tried to teach my child to be an independent thinker? The pants were tainted now and I even started to hate them a little bit for the symbol of consumerism they had just become. Just when I was beginning to work myself up into a worried frenzy, Nora redeemed the moment: "Mom," she said, "I REALLY don't like these pants. I don't even care if they were on a commercial."
I was never so happy to see her take the pants off. No further attempts will be made for her to wear them. They will go off in the next bag to Goodwill. I am sorry that Nora didn't recognize the snazzy-ness of the pants, but the pants made her recognize something even better: that she doesn't have to blindly chase every new glitzy super-marketed product just because someone tells her that she's supposed to like it. However, if someday, I pass a jazzy little girl on the street wearing the snazzy little goodwill pants, you can bet I'll be smiling and praising her fashion genius!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Keeping Busy
When your child has mono, you find things to do. This took us three days, but we did it!
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