Vocabulary

Chloe: I'm tired.
Me: You're tired?!
Chloe: I'm tired because I'm yawning.
Rob: Are you tired because you yawn or do you yawn because you're tired?
Chloe: [frowns]
Me: I think she's trying to say that she's yawning, therefore she must be tired.
Chloe: Unfortunately, I am.

More pictures

We went to the Faerie Ball last night. Chloe had a lot of fun picking out a costume and getting her makeup done. She enjoyed the dancing, but it started kind of late and she was too sleepy to stay very long.

Picture Time

Chloe helped me pit some cherries for cherry pie. By "helped" I mean she waited for me to pit them and then ate them.



Chloe helped Daddy make the crust for the pie. I think you can guess from the state of her face what "helped" means here.



I don't really understand what's going on here. Lots of headbands.



Painting with brushes is a new favorite. Occasionally the paint actually makes it onto the paper, too.



Not Chloe, but a pretty flower with water on it. (Purslane is my new favorite. It's very forgiving when I forget to water it, which is often.)

Ah. Fun.

Judgment Day

So the other day, I was dancing around in the kitchen while Chloe ate a snack. (I do that.)

Chloe: What are you doing? You're dancing in the kitchen?
Me: Yeah.
Chloe: Why?
Me: I just feel like dancing. Don't you ever just feel like dancing?
Chloe: Yeah, but I'm only two!

So judgmental! And on Monday she asked me for a green pizza with frogs on it, because (she claims) she likes to eat frog pizza.

Oh . . . I don't even know what to say. This is funny.

Sticking to a Single Subject is Just Really not my Style

Odd capitalization is, however.

I've been reading Don Quixote, mainly so I can say I've read it, although I'm starting to envision my movie version and how perfect it would be. "Look in my mouth and see how many teeth I've lost!" Ahahahaha. Sorry. It's funny if you read the book. Anyway, I regularly teach an essay from Newsweek by John McCain as an example argument, and in reading it over again I was struck by the emphasis on honor and values . . . . Sidenote: it really is a masterfully written piece. I hate having to respect people I don't want to like. Back to the point. I just kept thinking about Don Quixote while I was talking about it in class, and I'm sure now my students are wondering why I kept choking back giggles. I like teaching. I love meeting all these people, and they're all so interesting, but then they go away, and that's sad, but I hope they remember me with some degree of fondness. They probably don't, though, so I'm terrified to look at those sites like rateyourprofessor and whatnot. Students! I like you! Please don't be haters!

This morning I took Chloe to her first Story Time at the Library. It was fun! I was afraid it would be dreadful, like Chloe would decide to throw a tantrum or pee on the floor or something. Potty training feels so tenuous. . . . But it went very well, and Chloe had a blast, so we're definitely going back in two weeks. It's not just story telling, incidentally. Chloe got to play a trombone, a French horn, a violin, and various percussion instruments; sing songs; listen to stories; and decorate a "shaker" made from dried beans inside a paper towel roll. Then we had naptime, and then we went swimming at Joan's. Favorite Chloe quote of the day:

Me: Hey, stop! [I don't even remember what she was doing now.]
Chloe: I'm not "stop"! I'm Chloe!

Good day . . . I feel so chill that I'm going to now read The Hot Zone by Richard Preston.

P.S. I love nonfiction about science-y stuff.

"Daddy, what do you have?"

"Nothing. . . ." (It's a package of cookies.)

"What do you have in your left hand?"

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"One line, two lines, another line, two lines. Mommy, I drew some lines."

"Oh. Is it a picture of something?"

"It's called a house."