Crushing the Competition

In Evie’s class at school they were doing a competition to list all the words they could think of that started with the letter ‘A’.

After they were finished the teacher said, “Everybody who listed five words, raise your hand.” All of the children raised their hands. “Did anybody get six words?” she continued. Some of the hands went down. “How about seven words?” On and on she went until there were only two remaining, Evie and another girl. “And how many did you get?” asked the teacher. “Fifteen,” replied the first girl. “And you Evelyn?” asked the teacher. “Forty-eight,” replied Evie, smug as a bug in a rug.

“You can tell she’s my daughter,” said Sara, the ultimate Boggle champion, with a predatory gleam in her eye. (Pardon me, PENULTIMATE Boggle champion, am I right Anna?) Did I ever tell you about the time we played Boggle on a camping trip and Sara beat me, a journalism major, and the smartest guy I know with a score higher than the rest of us combined?

“How many did [an English as a second language girl in Evie’s class] get?” asked Sara. “She got six,” said Evie. “That’s great! Good for her, she got more than five!” said Sara. Evie said grumpily, “It’s her parents job to be proud of her. You can be proud of me.”

Yup, just like her mama.

Young Authors

Evie and Ollie have been working on a secret project lately. Ollie dictates a story to Evie, who writes it down. This is something they came up with on their own, and nothing is more adorable then the two of them working on their book! This was all 100% no help from adults (including some very creative spelling). And it’s finally finished. I give you:

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“Once upon a time, and it started to rock, and it started to pop. It started to go up in the air. It was a…

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…alligator boost. Actually, it was a boat. A pig. And the pig jumped over a rainbow. The rainbow jumped over the pig. When the pig jumped over the rainbow, it touched the rainbow and the rainbow said, “Ow!” The…

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…rainbow decided to go back home. AND THEN the pig started to go back home. The alligator started to go back home. And then they[were] eating, so now it was night time. They were sleeping and then they woke up. And then they ate their breakfast. And then they ate…

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…supper. The trains started going on the train tracks. They jumped on the trains and then a spooky ghost jumped out at them. Boooooooooo. When they were riding on the car, they…

2014_03_28_9999_5…started to see what the farmers were doing. And then! Everything started to go back to the farm, then they started to eat the vegetables. The End.”

Ice Skating

Speaking of all of this ice and snow, Evie and I have been doing a lot of ice skating this winter.

I’d say she has continued to improve pretty steadily. I don’t know if it’s the extra practice or just being a year older, but she has taken a significant step forward this year. In particular she finally seems interested in skating by herself (as in, not holding onto my hand hand having me pull her).

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The nice thing about ice skating is that it’s really just a special time between the two of us. We don’t spend a lot of time together without Ollie or Sara, so it makes this kind of special. I also feel particularly proud watching her, since I’ve seen her go from not being able to stand, to being able to keep her legs under her, to really skating on her own and enjoying it. I can see that she feels proud of herself, which makes me feel proud in turn.

In fact, the other day I asked her if she had ever actually seen figure skating. I mean, everybody knows what figure skating looks like, right? But she never had. As soon as I tried to explain it to her, I realized how much she would love it. “It’s like ballet dancing, except on ice. It’s smooth and graceful, like they’re flying.”

When we got home, I queued up a video of Tara Lipinski at the 1998 Olympics. Evie drank in the whole thing with a rapt look on her face. I don’t know if it was seeing Evie’s eyes opening on this beautiful new thing, or maybe the side by side comparison of Evie learning to skate and then this tiny little girl skating her heart out and winning gold, but whatever it was, it got me. I just started sobbing my eyes out. Pretty soon Evie started sobbing too, even though she didn’t understand why I was crying. Heck, *I* didn’t know why I was crying. “I’m crying because you’re crying!” she said.

In any case, ice skating has done pretty well by us.

Now that Evie can skate by herself, I think we can start taking Ollie with us as well. We just took him for the first time this year and he did pretty well. I think that he’ll learn a little quicker than Evie because he has the twin advantages of not quite being so cautious, and being more of an outdoor kind of person. He really doesn’t seem to feel the cold, and consequently, he doesn’t want to come in off the ice.

The only downside is that the rink was recently sold to a new owner. There are now signs up about charging admission, and the price of skate rental has almost doubled. There have been conflicting reports about the price (people I know have been charged $3, $13, and $16, with no rhyme or reason as to why), and they don’t seem very diligent about who they actually charge, but if it starts to be expensive it will certainly limit the amount of time we spend over there.

In the meantime though, we’ll get in all the bonding time we can.

Reasons My Kid is Crying

Sara pointed me to this pretty fantastic article, which is really a “best of” from the website “Reasons my Son is Crying“.

Basically, kids will cry about anything. I mean anything. Anything from “someone else was walking on the sidewalk” to “I wouldn’t let her wipe my butt“. And the only thing better than not having to be the one to deal with the kid when he’s crying, is turning him into a cruel Internet meme.

Kids crying over something dumb happens so many times per day (per HOUR) that it’s hardly even worth remarking on. If you are a parent, you know this to be true. So most of the time you don’t stop to think about how truly ridiculous the whole thing is, not to mention the fact that most of us aren’t cruel enough to grab a camera a take a picture of them in their moment of misery (much less post it on the Internet).

Oh wait, yes I am. I give you the Reason My Daughter is Crying #1:

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“Hey, is it a little quiet in here?”

Me: “What are you up to in here?”
Evie: “I found the perfect place for my tattoo!”

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Me: “You’re going to have to go to choir practice like that you know.”
Evie: “…”
Evie: “I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.”

Here’s to learning a lesson about consequences!