Hannah: "How's this for a sentence using one of my spelling words. 'I might dominate all man-kind."
Me: "And what exactly is your spelling word?"
Hannah: "Might. I betcha you thought it was 'dominate' or 'mankind' didn't you?"
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I found Hannah singing one morning last week at the top of the stairs with her arms spread out wide as if embracing the sky, "That's the joy of being smaaaaaaaaaalllllll!" Then she hopped down the stairs saying "Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit." Well, it isn't Rogers and Hammerstein, but I'm beginning to think her imagination is musical theater.
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My father in-law can't leave a recipe alone. One of my earliest memories about dating my husband was the first time I met his parents. I had stayed past meal time, which was O.K. with them, and I wasn't expecting anything to eat. But my mother-in-law decided to offer me some left-overs of beans and rice. Upon opening the container, she noticed the addition of bacon to her recipe. "Peter! Why is there bacon in my beans?"
"I made it better," He replied.
Over the last 17 years since that moment, I've watched my father-in-law make foods 'better' much to the dismay of my mother-in-law. Usually making a meal 'better' involves adding bacon, extra butter, or frying it up, when it was already baked to begin with. Sometimes he adds other spices and ingredients, but in general, my father-in-law like heart-attack fatty and greasy foods.
The funny thing about kids, they notice things about their world that sometimes we adults observe, but don't put it all together, until a child makes a comment.
Hannah brought a recipe home from school for Turkish Delight. "Maybe I could make this with P-pop," she said. "No wait, he would try and make it" she paused and made quotation marks with her finger "bettteerrr."
I smiled at her in response.
"Well, you know P-pop," She said with a shrug. "He just wouldn't be able...to help himself."
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Hannah: "Mama, how do you spell design?"
Me: "D-E-S-I-G-N"
Hannah: "Why on earth is there a G?"
Me: "I dunno. It's English. We have lots of weird spelled words"
Hannah: "Well, it's stupid."
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Hannah has been discovering herself through fashion, or rather, her lack there of. Unlike her older sister who really is a 'fashionista' and pulls together unlikely combinations to make them look amazing, with an artistic flair, Hannah often looks like an orphan, or a mini-bag lady. She really tries to imitate her sister, and yet can't quite pull it off. Sometimes I make her change before she walks out the door. Sometimes I don't.
A few weeks ago, she put together a very, um, 'interesting' combination of skirt, leggings, shirt, scarf, and I can't remember what all else. Topped off with bright red fuzzy boots that were hand-me-downs, Hannah's outfit was something to behold. Internally, I debated whether or not to make her change. It wasn't awful, just, uh, "colorful." I decided to let her go to school dressed in her get-up because, after all, there was really no harm in it. She was quite proud of her clothing choices. But I was curious to see if anyone would comment about her clothes at school.
"So," I asked Hannah. "Anyone at school like your outfit today?"
"YES!" She said enthusiastically. "I did! I liked my outfit A LOT!"
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Of course, no Hannah post is complete without the chicken suit.
I came downstairs a few weeks ago, one Saturday morning. The kids had been awake for at least an hour, watching cartoons. Walking through the livingroom, I took in the scene. Ruth was at one end of the couch, sitting in her PJ's, buried under blankets, and totally zoned out. Hannah was on the other end of the couch...
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