She has invented her very own chip-dipper, using a simple clothespin.
"This way the dip doesn't get all over your fingers," she said.
Genius.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
My little genius
She is a genius, this child of mine.
She has invented her very own chip-dipper, using a simple clothespin.
"This way the dip doesn't get all over your fingers," she said.
Genius.
She has invented her very own chip-dipper, using a simple clothespin.
"This way the dip doesn't get all over your fingers," she said.
Genius.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
An epic tale
The Christmas decorations have barely been put away. That can only mean ONE thing at our house.
LORA LEIGH'S BIRTHDAY IS APPROACHING FAST!!!
And the planning has begun....
What shall it be? Disney Princess? Rock star? Puppies and kittens?
On No.
HARRY POTTER!!!
Now, having seen only three of the movies and read one third of one book, I'm not the expert on Harry Potter that she is, so I've had to rely on help. I messaged my cousin Laura in Chicago, who IS a certified expert and got some ideas.
This morning, she messaged me back.
"How goes the planning," she wrote.
"Oh, it's going to be epic," I replied.
And Lora Leigh was reading over my shoulder.
"Epic? You use the word epic?"
LORA LEIGH'S BIRTHDAY IS APPROACHING FAST!!!
And the planning has begun....
What shall it be? Disney Princess? Rock star? Puppies and kittens?
On No.
HARRY POTTER!!!
Now, having seen only three of the movies and read one third of one book, I'm not the expert on Harry Potter that she is, so I've had to rely on help. I messaged my cousin Laura in Chicago, who IS a certified expert and got some ideas.
This morning, she messaged me back.
"How goes the planning," she wrote.
"Oh, it's going to be epic," I replied.
And Lora Leigh was reading over my shoulder.
"Epic? You use the word epic?"
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Like mother, like daughter
Some of my family members like to give me grief for my frequent and occasionally too personal Facebook updates. OK. Perhaps I DO put my business on the street a little too much. But that's just me.
"I AM a reporter," I told my husband and daughter during a recent teasing session while we were on a drive.
A few minutes later, Lora Leigh became annoyed at her friend, Zac, picking on her in the back seat.
"Mom! Zac is picking on me," she said, in that sing-song kid's voice.
"Lora," I said. "Don't be a tattletale."
"Mom," she replied. "I'm just being a reporter."
"I AM a reporter," I told my husband and daughter during a recent teasing session while we were on a drive.
A few minutes later, Lora Leigh became annoyed at her friend, Zac, picking on her in the back seat.
"Mom! Zac is picking on me," she said, in that sing-song kid's voice.
"Lora," I said. "Don't be a tattletale."
"Mom," she replied. "I'm just being a reporter."
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Computer Wiz
Like most kids these days, Lora is an absolute WIZ on the computer. Seriously. She can do just about anything (not involving software and, heck, maybe even that if she tried!)
Apparently YouTube is filled with these tween-made videos that feature today's teen heartthrob stars, complete with still photos snagged from the web and a little plot. She has made about a dozen, and they've all been viewed more than 1,000 times!!!
Seriously.
And judging from the comments she reads to me, they're considered to be pretty good.
So the other day when she was at the computer and I asked, "Whatcha doin'?" and she replied "I'm making a game," I took it in stride.
You go girl, I thought.
But later, when she showed me this Power Point game, actually a quiz on rocks and minerals featuring flash graphics, I nearly fell on the floor.
Seriously.
Well, Marty was so impressed that he saved it on a jump drive for her (she didn't quite know how to do that -- yet) so she could bring it to school.
And she did.
Her teacher was impressed as well.
"You made that?" the teacher asked, probably as incredulous as I was.
"Yep."
"By yourself?
"Yep."
"Your dad didn't help you?"
To which Lora replied -- with accompanying eye roll: "My dad doesn't know how to do this."
You go girl!!!
Apparently YouTube is filled with these tween-made videos that feature today's teen heartthrob stars, complete with still photos snagged from the web and a little plot. She has made about a dozen, and they've all been viewed more than 1,000 times!!!
Seriously.
And judging from the comments she reads to me, they're considered to be pretty good.
So the other day when she was at the computer and I asked, "Whatcha doin'?" and she replied "I'm making a game," I took it in stride.
You go girl, I thought.
But later, when she showed me this Power Point game, actually a quiz on rocks and minerals featuring flash graphics, I nearly fell on the floor.
Seriously.
Well, Marty was so impressed that he saved it on a jump drive for her (she didn't quite know how to do that -- yet) so she could bring it to school.
And she did.
Her teacher was impressed as well.
"You made that?" the teacher asked, probably as incredulous as I was.
"Yep."
"By yourself?
"Yep."
"Your dad didn't help you?"
To which Lora replied -- with accompanying eye roll: "My dad doesn't know how to do this."
You go girl!!!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Catching up
So sue me... I'm a terrible mom.
I haven't chronicled EVERYTHING my child has done in the last year. Almost a year...
Hey. I do have a life.
So what has she done since November when I last told you (my, what, TWO readers) what she was up to?
She turned 9.
She grew another three inches.
She cut her hair short.
She stopped wearing dresses every day.
She stopped wearing pink every day.
She played basketball, finishing the season with ONE basket, ONE rebound and ONE steal.
She played volleyball again, struggling to serve the ball over the net with any real consistency.
She learned how to make a Power Point video and upload it to YouTube.
She learned that Miley Cyrus is no longer a good role model for her (her words, not mine!)
She learned about a TV show called "Glee," with kids who can sing.
She found a fabulous new singing teacher who is really helping her voice mature.
She learned that girls can be mean. And fickle.
She still wants to cuddle at night and early in the morning.
She still comes to me when she has a bad dream.
She still hates to take a bath and eat at the table.
And she still hasn't learned how to put away her laundry or pick her dirty socks off the floor.
She IS learning to write. Rather, she knows how to write. Rather well. She writes stories, poems, songs. Sometimes they are so good I want to ask her where she read that. I'm really thinking, "There is no way my 9-year-old child could have written that." But she did.
So, really, not very much has changed in the last year.
She still just amazes me. And steals my heart every day.
I haven't chronicled EVERYTHING my child has done in the last year. Almost a year...
Hey. I do have a life.
So what has she done since November when I last told you (my, what, TWO readers) what she was up to?
She turned 9.
She grew another three inches.
She cut her hair short.
She stopped wearing dresses every day.
She stopped wearing pink every day.
She played basketball, finishing the season with ONE basket, ONE rebound and ONE steal.
She played volleyball again, struggling to serve the ball over the net with any real consistency.
She learned how to make a Power Point video and upload it to YouTube.
She learned that Miley Cyrus is no longer a good role model for her (her words, not mine!)
She learned about a TV show called "Glee," with kids who can sing.
She found a fabulous new singing teacher who is really helping her voice mature.
She learned that girls can be mean. And fickle.
She still wants to cuddle at night and early in the morning.
She still comes to me when she has a bad dream.
She still hates to take a bath and eat at the table.
And she still hasn't learned how to put away her laundry or pick her dirty socks off the floor.
She IS learning to write. Rather, she knows how to write. Rather well. She writes stories, poems, songs. Sometimes they are so good I want to ask her where she read that. I'm really thinking, "There is no way my 9-year-old child could have written that." But she did.
So, really, not very much has changed in the last year.
She still just amazes me. And steals my heart every day.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
It has been too long since I have updated this blog.
I am sorry for that. Not so much for the two readers who follow it, but for me. And for her.
My baby girl is growing up. Too fast. And I don't just mean because she is nearly as tall as me.
She reads J-14 and 16 Magazine. She loves the Jonas Brothers. And Taylor Lautner. And Taylor Swift. She knows they are dating.
She still watches the Disney Channel (thank God), but she also has discovered The Nanny on Nick-at-Nite. She laughs at her clothes and hair.
She played her first sport this year -- volleyball. Coached by her dad. She did great! The team finished second in the (three-team) league. The first time she wore her uniform, she proclaimed, "I'm a sporter!" And she made us take her to the Sports Pub for a burger -- "Cause I'm a sporter now!"
But she is still a little girl. I still watch her walk to her friend's house across the street. I still won't let her wait for the bus alone. Or get off it. She still wants to snuggle at night and in the morning. But she wants to shave her legs.
And she still makes her list for Santa. Of course, now she goes to ToysRUs.com to do it, pouring over all the wonderful items. She wants a DS game system. And a Barbie camper. (I wanted a Barbie camper too when I was a kid.)
As her list stretched on and on, she paused.
"Do you think Santa will be able to bring all this stuff?" she asked.
Nice of her to ask.
"I don't know," I replied. "What do you think?"
"Maybe I should pick a few things," she said.
She's a good kid.
I am sorry for that. Not so much for the two readers who follow it, but for me. And for her.
My baby girl is growing up. Too fast. And I don't just mean because she is nearly as tall as me.
She reads J-14 and 16 Magazine. She loves the Jonas Brothers. And Taylor Lautner. And Taylor Swift. She knows they are dating.
She still watches the Disney Channel (thank God), but she also has discovered The Nanny on Nick-at-Nite. She laughs at her clothes and hair.
She played her first sport this year -- volleyball. Coached by her dad. She did great! The team finished second in the (three-team) league. The first time she wore her uniform, she proclaimed, "I'm a sporter!" And she made us take her to the Sports Pub for a burger -- "Cause I'm a sporter now!"
But she is still a little girl. I still watch her walk to her friend's house across the street. I still won't let her wait for the bus alone. Or get off it. She still wants to snuggle at night and in the morning. But she wants to shave her legs.
And she still makes her list for Santa. Of course, now she goes to ToysRUs.com to do it, pouring over all the wonderful items. She wants a DS game system. And a Barbie camper. (I wanted a Barbie camper too when I was a kid.)
As her list stretched on and on, she paused.
"Do you think Santa will be able to bring all this stuff?" she asked.
Nice of her to ask.
"I don't know," I replied. "What do you think?"
"Maybe I should pick a few things," she said.
She's a good kid.
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