tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56905158463595650872024-02-18T20:46:04.899-05:00kazooismsa potpourri of quotes from a little girl who talks too muchUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger707125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-13141116825615717532013-10-06T12:15:00.002-04:002013-10-06T12:15:37.589-04:00dude, i haven't studied philosophy since 1996Upon being picked up from school, walking back to the car:<br />
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"I don't understand this life form."<br />
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Uuuuhh, you're seven, sister.<br />
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"I always just feel like I'm floating around, watching another person live her life, and I'm not really living it myself."<br />
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How about a cookie?<br />
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"Is it real? I mean, do you <i>really</i> know that this is <i>living</i>? Are humans even <i>real</i>?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-52387424237456823092013-08-08T16:18:00.001-04:002013-08-08T16:18:03.715-04:00tickets and snacks were only $35Caroline presented a live action "movie" for me today. She made me sit in a chair in the hallway, and I had to peer at her in the playroom through the opening in a decorative tissue box cover (which made a handy dark frame, you see). The movie was "Top Secret Agency" and she was the star Clara S. Morgan. She used the ipod for intro music, spun around a toy bin to reveal a sign that said, "From the makers of 'Brave'," and employed a homemade flip book of opening credits.<br />
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Then the action began.<br />
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She and her sidekick Jane R. Swanson (played by our cat, Jane) searched for evidence to reveal where the evil villain was hiding. Jane had a breakout performance. She really broke out of the theater, I mean. She ran past me, and Caroline chased after her. She paused next to me mid-run, and said, "Well, it's a 3D movie!" Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-84699945729750051352013-07-31T19:24:00.000-04:002013-07-31T19:24:27.149-04:00my little life coachWe were driving home from errands and shopping, complete with my discouraging crazy clothes, and she said, "Mom, do you think you're predictable?" I said that, yes, I am probably pretty predictable. She agreed. <br />
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"There are two things about you that are really predictable. You're cheap and you're settled."<br />
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I take both as a compliment, and I told her that.<br />
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She followed up with, "Yeah, it's not <i>bad</i> or anything. But you could live a little."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-75901044148706517132013-07-23T09:19:00.002-04:002013-07-23T09:19:46.358-04:00it's not easyCaroline has started having more of an opinion regarding her clothing. So I've started inviting her input before I go out to buy her stuff. We were flipping through a catalog, just to get an idea of things she likes/doesn't, and she kept pointing to things that were bedazzled from seam to seam. I'd say, "Really? I think those beads would rip off in the washer, and then you'd be sad and wouldn't want to wear it." Or "Does glow in the dark orange polka dot match lavender stripes?" "How many shirts with cats on them do you really need?" She was getting tired of my naysaying. So she hmphed, threw her hands up, and then grumped, "Mom, why are you <i>so</i> un-cheesy?!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-53359561066199062102013-07-14T08:48:00.002-04:002013-07-14T08:48:18.948-04:00common ailmentCaroline and Sylvie were playing with small action figures. Apparently Caroline's little figure was feeling under the weather. She approached Sylvie's and asked, "So, Stella. You got anything to help with polio?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-5591519929959256232013-07-13T09:25:00.000-04:002013-07-13T09:25:03.736-04:00I'm yellow and laugh a lotI received this joke in honor of my birthday:<br />
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<i>What's yellow and laughs a lot?</i><br />
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<i>A ticklish banana! (you too!)</i><br />
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Caroline says these things about the extra special fruit:<br />
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<i>Figs! They're delightfully slimy.</i><br />
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<i>I love that figs look like they're full of raw meat when you cut them open.</i><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-46477917826474598982013-05-04T08:02:00.000-04:002013-05-04T08:02:09.441-04:00overheard while the girls played outsideSylvie: I want to pretend to be a dog. What's my name?<br />
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Caroline: You are Amanda the dog.<br />
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Sylvie: Yep, I'm Amanda the dog. What are you?<br />
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Caroline: I'm Nicole the fox, and digging is my passion.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-22032106605239065982013-03-28T09:42:00.000-04:002013-03-28T09:42:25.105-04:00junior skepticA small business owner's card was on my desk. Caroline picked it up.<br />
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"What's this?" she asked.<br />
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I told her it was a business card.<br />
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"Carl L. Smith, huh? Carl L. Smith, <i>PRESIDENT</i>?"<br />
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I nodded.<br />
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"So he's <i>portraying</i> Barack Obama and thinks anyone will believe him? <i>Yeah right!</i>"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-45695279573147029152013-03-14T19:05:00.001-04:002013-03-14T19:51:35.445-04:00we'll call it "rose eye"Mama: Caroline! How did you get pink eye?<br />
Caroline: It's probably because I pick my nose.<br />
Mama: Whaaat?!<br />
Caroline: Like you didn't know...<br />
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Caroline: Sylvie, you have to get away from me.<br />
Sylvie: Noooo, I want to be with you!<br />
Caroline: Do you want to catch <i>this disease</i>? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-83903357726350602972013-02-13T08:21:00.003-05:002013-02-13T08:21:49.790-05:00the voice of experienceOne of Sylvie's friends at the preschool has been putting little heart notes into her paper cubby the past couple days. He is older than Syl, so he is able to write inscriptions and make little envelopes... he puts a lot of effort into them. <br />
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While Caroline was doing her homework, Sylvie was playing with the most recent note from her friend. Caroline asked what she had, and I said that Sylvie had been getting sweet notes from a little boy in her class.<br />
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Caroline sighed and said, "Aaaah. I can't believe that my <i>little</i> sister is already learning about <i>romance</i>. They really do grow up so fast these days."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-13517059300522851272013-02-08T07:57:00.005-05:002013-02-08T07:57:58.678-05:00run of the mill snow day playSchool is canceled today, so the girls are playing together this morning. They're playing with stuffed dogs and a change counter. I overheard Caroline, in the voice of Rosa the weiner dog, say, "Here in Puppyland, our tax rates are very affordable. Here is 20 cents you may borrow to pay your taxes. It keeps you legal."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-64308393729374262382013-02-04T16:10:00.003-05:002013-02-04T16:10:37.516-05:00monsanto is already on it, dudeA lovely suppertime discussion...<br />
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"Mom, wouldn't it be great if meatloaf grew on plants so that we didn't have to kill all those animals for this delicious dinner?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-29676828193063329822012-12-31T08:56:00.002-05:002012-12-31T08:56:19.116-05:00only from the butcher's weekly flyerWhile turning the pages of a cookbook, she looked up and asked, "Do you suppose dogs get paper cuts?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-77633752959288472712012-12-18T12:31:00.002-05:002012-12-18T12:34:26.288-05:00the cats are considering a restraining orderYesterday, Caroline's teacher sent home all the finished pieces from their first grade writing workshop activities thus far. There were 13 works, some multiple pages, some just a single page. 12 were about cats/our cats. That last 1? It was about writer's block.<br />
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The best lines:<br />
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"PD is soooo hyper. PD! She runs like a rat... and pounces to the moon." <br />
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"One day, Jane scratched me and her hiss flew like sound waves. Well, I am alive."<br />
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"Take a look at the shimmery-eyed cat. Cute, huh?"<br />
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"PD was probably bummed out."<br />
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and my very favorite...<br />
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"Sylvie and the cats have a growing relationship."<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-49350511736944047502012-11-24T20:23:00.001-05:002012-11-24T20:24:09.622-05:00being thankfulAt her Marmy's house for Thanksgiving, Caroline decided on her own that we needed decorations for the tables. So she made little flower shaped papers and wrote things for which we should be thankful, along with illustrations for the illiterate.<br />
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They were:<br />
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Be thankful for all your toys. [illustration: Nesty the dog]<br />
Be thankful for the people you meet. [illustration: a friendly "visitor"]<br />
Be thankful for the things you love. [illustration: numbers]<br />
Be thankful for your pets. [illustration: pets]<br />
Be thankful for your siblings. [illustration: herself]<br />
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I read them all and was getting carried away on that wave of "awwwww," especially on the siblings tip; and then I heard the sound of two little girls shrieking and Caroline squawking, "Get her away from my stuff before she messes it up!!!!!"<br />
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Ah yes, just as the original Thanksgiving went. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-62950626250528439112012-11-18T10:06:00.001-05:002012-11-18T10:06:26.889-05:00truthCaroline was carrying around her beloved kitten Jane. They were going down the stairs when I heard Caroline admonish her, "Oh Jane, we do not lick our mothers on the face. It's not polite. No face licking. I know, it's a hard lesson to learn. I've been there."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-14779779943027889582012-11-03T19:15:00.002-04:002012-11-03T19:16:20.443-04:00cat care with lil bobbi barker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This was one of many pieces of art we found in the self-guided tour at the art museum in her bedroom.<br />
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[Click the photo to enlarge.] Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-27017532752758811022012-10-23T07:30:00.002-04:002012-10-23T07:31:12.177-04:00purrfect start to the dayCaroline was wearing paper cat ears on a headband when she came down the stairs this morning.<br />
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I asked her what she'd like for breakfast.<br />
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"Oh, I'll have Mice Krispies!"<br />
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I paused to calculate exactly how weird she is, and then I reached for the box of Rice Krispies in the cabinet.<br />
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She headed towards the hall and announced, "Welp, time for this kitty to hit the litter box."<br />
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Recalculations were necessary.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-56504866131273925152012-10-12T07:53:00.000-04:002012-10-12T07:53:01.983-04:00no fever, but questionable symptoms"Mom, I'm feeling kind of weird. It feels like there's a plus sign in my stomach."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-80701601139673134362012-10-03T06:46:00.000-04:002012-10-03T06:46:34.050-04:00memoShe completed this work during Writer's Workshop at school yesterday. It came home in her folder. I am now alarmed at what the teacher must think of us. <br />
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In the morning, we discovered that one of the cats had done her business just outside of the litterbox in our basement storage room. This was the first time this has happened, so Chuck and I were discussing it... thoroughly. <br />
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Caroline decided to take matters into her own hands.<br />
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And yes, that is a gleaming wayward pile of feces in the right corner there. She says it has lines not because of heat or stink, but because "it's like a surprise."<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-84312854794371506082012-09-27T15:53:00.003-04:002012-09-27T15:53:26.770-04:00i hope this still works when she's 15 Caroline has this super yuppie bento lunch box this year to make it easier for her to actually finish her lunch. It seems all the talking was getting in the way of opening multiple containers to eat, so I figured one simple gesture to open the thing would yield better eating. And it has worked. So I have been surprising her with little treats in the tiny middle compartment.<br />
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Today, I packed a pinch of mini semi-sweet chocolate chips as her treat. It felt a little, uh, basic after tiny cookies and such I've packed in the past. So I was a little concerned it'd be a lunch flop.<br />
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At pickup, I asked her how she liked her lunch. She lit up. "AAAH! Chocolate chips! YOU! <i>LEAN OVER</i>!" I looked at her. Was she going to poke me in the eye? "I need to give you a kiss!" Oh! So I obliged. "MAMA, YOU ARE SO AWESOME!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-49551438573390711782012-08-31T09:51:00.000-04:002012-08-31T09:51:38.771-04:00ready or not, here she comesThe other day, we had our meet the teacher/back to school party deal at Caroline's school. After we visited with her former kindergarten teacher, we went out to the playground, and she looked at me and said, "Can you believe it? No more kindergarten for me. I'm finally a <i>grader</i> for the first time in my life!" <br />
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Her new class has 8 kids from her old class, and all of them are friends. Her new teacher has created quite a buzz within the 6-7 year old set with her class theme... they are SECRET AGENTS! Each locker has a faux keypad and biometric scanner with the kid's name on it -- Special Agent Caroline. The door is covered with yellow tape and restricted access signage. The teacher advised the kids that they can't go in until the first day of school because there is a big surprise waiting. [Hopefully it's not a waterboarding training session.] This has built a lot of suspense and excitement... and detracts from the horrifying fact that, this year, it's the only first grade class in the kindergarten hallway. <br />
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My nerd child had to be pried away from the back to school party, which is essentially is the death knell of summer, as she groaned, "I don't want to go. I wish school was starting right now!!!"<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690515846359565087.post-83824225401239843822012-08-31T07:46:00.001-04:002012-08-31T07:46:18.262-04:00phew!As we sat together, hugging.<br />
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"Mama, I love you. Even when you're kind of <i>over the line</i>."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0