July 21, snacktime

*Today, Isobel is watching Moana while I make her a snack. She’s working on a shelling a little bowl of peanuts and peeling an orange, while I make her a slice of toast with butter and jelly…*

“Wow, there’s a stingray that kills the chief’s mom… Awww…”
“Aww, that’s rough. They usually don’t kill people. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I got hugged by a stingray?”

*She turns to look at me, interest and concern on her face.*

“But did you die?”
“What? Ha, no, I didn’t die. I’m standing here making you a piece of toast, you weirdo. How could I be dead?”
“Oh.”
“So, no, I’m okay, I just got a hug, I didn’t get killed. Although they can kill you if they sting you. I didn’t get stung. See the difference?”
“Yes. They were all circling around her.”
“Oh, that sounds crazy. There was just one that hugged me.”
“How did it hug you?”
“Well, I was at Sea World, and I was at the pool where you can feed the rays, and I had a shrimp in my hand… and a little ray swam over my hand and took the shrimp at the same time a big ray swam over to eat it, but the big ray didn’t see the little ray, because their eyes are on top and their mouths are on the bottom… so I guess the big ray bit the little ray and the little ray ended up jumping up and the big ray must have been surprised and jumped out of the pool and landed on my chest.”
“Were you scared?”
“Not really, I didn’t have time to be scared; I was just as surprised as that ray was. I didn’t want it to get scratched by the buttons on my jacket- and I was trying to shove the thing back in the water, but it was so heavy and felt so weird, like cool, wet velvet sliding over muscle… and then I saw two Sea World workers running towards me from the other side of the pool, and they looked horrified… I shoved the thing back into the water just as they reached the pool. As I looked around for my friend to ask why he hadn’t helped me, I realized that everybody behind me had scattered, and I was all alone and also completely soaked from the stingray’s big hug.”
“That’s pretty funny.”
“I thought it was hilarious.”

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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?”

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May 11, 2017

*After school, Is usually has a snack and watches something on her iPad, then does her homework. Today, she’s watching a show called ‘The Annoying Orange.’ I don’t always let her watch this one, but today’s episode seemed harmless. I was wrong, of course. They’re telling jokes about Uranus and pooping… and this leads to questions…*

“Mommy. What’s funny about Uranus?”
“Well, it’s the name of a planet, U-R-A-N-U-S, but it’s also the proper name for the end of your large intestine, where the poop comes out, that’s your anus. A-N-U-S. So, it can be funny when you confuse them is a joke, see?”
“Oh. So Uranus is a planet?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. Does it poop?”
“Uh…”

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April 24, 2017

*Yesterday, I took Isobel to the park. She was happy she found a friend from school to play with for a while- they had to leave before we did, and so Is went on an ‘acorn hunt’, filling my pockets with acorns she found amid the wood chips. When we got home, she wanted to wash them, so I gave her a bowl and some water to work with while I started dinner. She wandered away for a bit, and when she came back, I noticed the bowl was full of suds.*

“Mom! I added soap to the acorns, so they’ll be really clean!”
“Uh…”
“Wasn’t that smart? These are probably the cleanest acorns in the whole world right now.”
“Yep, pretty smart. And I bet you’re right. Well, let me know when you’re done and you can rinse them in this colander to get all the soap off.”
“Okay, Mommy…”

*She continues to work on the acorns for a bit, then we rinse them in the kitchen sink. Then she runs off and comes back with two hand towels, so she can dry them with one and then arrange them neatly on the other. I’m still cooking, so my back is to her as she works at the kitchen table. Then I hear the screen door opening.*

“Whatcha doin’, Is?”
“I’m throwing the acorns out for the squirrels!”
“The ones you just spent half an hour washing?”
“Yes! I wouldn’t want them to have to eat dirty acorns.”

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October 12, 2014

*During Is’s good morning pee-pee*

“Mommy, why do we drink so much water that pee-pee comes?”
“We have to drink water, since our bodies are made of a lot of water. The pee-pee helps flush out stuff your body doesn’t need, like extra vitamins and toxins.”
“But, why do we have to make pee-pee all the time?”
“Making pee-pee helps to keep your body healthy.”
“Oh. That’s okay, then. I don’t mind it.”

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October 11, 2014

“Mom… why are the little mouses racing?”
“I think they’re running away from the cat, Is.”
“Why?”
“Because some cats eat mice.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, at home, they usually eat cat food, but in the wild, they eat birds, and mice, frogs and snakes, little animals like that.”
“They should just go to the food store.”
“They don’t have mice at the food store.”
“Why don’t they have mice at the food store? Where will the cats get them?”

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September 18, 2014

*Worried about the return of the dream-groundhog (which I am now convinced is Is’s Spirit Animal, since she talked about it ALL DAY to everyone within earshot), we collected toy fruit & placed a large basket of apples, peppers, & bananas by her bed before bedtime*

**Upon awakening with a runny nose & cold**

“Mommy! The groundhog didn’t come back last night!”
“Great!”
“But why?”
“I have no idea.”
“I know why. He was too tired.”

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September 13, 2014

*Trying to set up a day to take the kids apple picking, Is overhears me on the phone*

“What do apples hang on, Mom?”
“Trees.”
“They don’t hang on ropes.”
“That’s right.”
“Why?”
“Because trees are alive, and apples trees grow apples. Ropes aren’t alive.”
“I want to go apple picking! I want to eat apples off the tree!”

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September 13, 2014

*This morning, we hear a cardinal outside on the fence*

“Mommy, why is he outside?”
“He lives out there, Is, he’s a wild bird.”
“He’s not a pet?”
“No, he’s wild. People don’t keep cardinals as pets.”
“But you had a bird as a pet.”
“Yes, I had a parrot. Also two parakeets. Those are different kinds of birds.”
“Where is it?”
“They all died, Is. I had them for a long time, and then they died. That happens with pets.”
“We don’t have a pet.”
“That’s true.”
“Why?”
“We just don’t have a pet right now, Is. I’m sure we’ll get one soon.”
“Okay. I want a flamingo!”
“Oh, Is, I told you, flamingos are wild birds, too. We can’t keep them as pets. Remember?”
“Well… I guess then we can get one dog… Two dogs. We can get two dogs, Mom.”

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