June 28, 2017, first thing in the morning

*I’ve decided to go to college. It’s a bit weird, as I’m 48, but I guess there’s no time like the present? Anyway, this morning I was telling Dave how I scored on the practice Accuplacer tests I took last night, while Isobel was playing on the floor with her Hello Kitty stuff nearby…*

Me: “So, I got 100 percent on the reading comprehension, and 100 percent on the sentence structure… but twenty-seven percent on elementary algebra.”
Him: “Well, you knew you’d have trouble with that.”
Me: “Yeah…”
Isobel: “Mommy, what’s that, elementary algebra?”
Me: “It’s the math with the letters in it that makes me cry.”
Is: “Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll help you! Do you know what four plus four is?”
Me: “Aw, thanks, Is! Yes, is it eight?”
Is: “Yes! Okay, what’s X plus X?”
Me: …
Dave: “You’re scaring mom…”
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June 18, 2017 *Father’s Day*

*We’re at the in-law’s for Father’s Day- after an afternoon of playing in the yard, Is runs in to use the bathroom and asks me to join her…*

“Just for a minute, Is, then you’re on your own…”
“I have to poo, though…”
“Yep, you can do that by yourself, babe, okay, I’m out.”
“No, stay! It’s Father’s Day! This is what YOU get for Father’s Day!”
“What, poo? That’s great. Oh my god, the smell. Is, I’m leaving…”
“Happy Father’s Day, Mommy!”
“Aaagghhhhh…”

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Monday, June 12, 2017

*My daughter, Isobel, has always been a very empathetic person. I don’t know if it’s because she’s spent so much time in the hospital and physical therapy due to corrective hip surgeries for her hip dysplasia, or because she just came that way.
Yesterday, she was sitting on my lap as I scrolled through my Facebook feed. A new post in one of my groups popped up- a woman had found a very sick and very tiny kitten on her run, picked him up, and carried him the four miles back home. She was asking for help finding a vet on a Sunday… Is was very concerned, as the kitten looked pretty rough. I showed her how to do some research on Google, and we sent information to the woman on the group, along with some supportive messages. A bunch of other people in the group (it’s a great group) also helped her, and she ended up taking the kitten to a veterinary college two hours away, updating us along their trip. The group also suggested that she start a GoFundMe for the vet bills, and we all rallied to help… it takes a village, right?
It looks like they’ll be able to save the kitten, whose name is Chance. Isobel was so happy, she danced around the kitchen and requested her current favorite song to dance to (Knock on Wood by Amii Stewart (I KNOW!))…
And so, the first thing Is says to me this morning when she pops out of bed at 5:43 is…*

“Mommy! How’s the kitten? Is there a new picture?”

https://www.gofundme.com/3x1eccw

June 9, 2017- socks again.

*At dinner, Isobel is telling Vaughan and Daddy about the magic flying socks she’s invented. Vaughan is trying to follow her story…*

“See, the socks fly off my feet, then they go down the basement stairs, then they get in the um, washer, and then they get into the dryer, and then they get all folded up nice, and fly back up the stairs, and land perfectly in my drawer! Isn’t that great?”

Vaughan gets a sort of glazed-over look and takes a sip of his drink, apparently considering the magic socks.

Dad says, “You mean Mom?”

*That’s right- I am the magic behind the socks.*

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