Saturday, April 28, 2012

This morning

Vivian (eating a hard boiled egg): Who made these? Mommy: I did Vivian: Good job (and she puts up her hand to give me a high five). How lovely to have such an eternal enthusiast. We are sitting on the couch watching "Shrek". Daddy and Stella are in Providence to see "Bring It On". I love my family.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Morning Meeting Helper

Today I got to watch Stella in her favorite classroom job: Morning Meeting Helper. She has been waiting for what has felt like ages for her turn to come around again and has been so excited to get to school every day to perform her duties. She told me that she can't wait each day for free choice to be over because that means it's meeting time. Her teacher was nice enough to let me come watch. Stella was adorable and did a great job leading the class in reading the message, calling on children ( with a marked favoritism towards girls), writing things on the board, leading the lass in reading the calendar, writing what number day of school it was (130) and being the weather watcher (cloudy). I love that kid so much I could watch her doing anything and be riveted but this was especially fun. And now I am going to sit in an unseasonably cold Central Park and watch her play soccer.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Tonight

Clearly both of our dearly loved and super fantastic girls have long long-overdue updates coming their way but in the meantime...

Vivian, whose profound adorableness continues unabated, tonight cried hysterically when faced with the possibility of not having her bottle (which she only remembered she wanted at around 7:45). Clearly I am setting that girl up for a future trouble because she is certainly learning that crying is the way to get her way. I looked at that little sad face and agreed to give her a bottle. I poured almond milk into the pot, heated it, poured it into the bottle. She took a sip and said, with disappointment, "This isn't how Grandma Helainecantor makes it". Mom, please send recipe!

She has also started reading her books herself and so we choose books she knows at night. If there is one she doesnt really know, she'll tell me to read that one and then she'll read the rest. Tonight, though we chose all books she knows, she -- out of nowhere-- started reading them in gibberish (cracking herself up). I didn't even know she was bilingual.