November 2012

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This van served us well, but it must be replaced. Repairing the problems it has cost more than it is worth, so we are buying our very first new car!

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Charlotte: “Our popcorn is REALLY buttery. I taste its oil, and it’s DELICIOUS!”

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Evelyn: “OH! Are you reading Dracula?” Me: “Yes, for class next week.” Evelyn: “I read the short version. It’s really good! It starts out like, oh this is a boring business man story, and then it turns out that you look past at the big business man did, and think, wow, you did a lot!”

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The girls and their friends are dressed as little orphans in a poor country. I am doing my part by making cinnamon-raisin oatmeal to serve in our “soup kitchen.” And from the twang of their accents, I am guessing they are from West Virginia.

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Cal brought me his dessert bowl remnants for one last bite. I scooped it up for him and offered him the bite. He took the spoon from my hand and said, “No. I do it.” I guess he’s speaking up for himself now.

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Charlotte’s was named “Shark of the Month” at her school, and I went in to have lunch with her. When our time together was running out and I started cleaning up the lunch trays, Char clutched my hand and said, “No! I wish I had more time with you!” ♥

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Evelyn: “I wonder what job you can do that pays the least but still sustains you. I’m pretty sure it’s a fast food restaurant worker.”

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Cleaning out the electric mousetrap this morning, I say to Evelyn, “Oh, we got a little mouse.” Evelyn: “Oh, poor little mouse.” Me: “I know, it’s sad. But mice carry a lot of germs and bacteria that can make us sick.” Evelyn: “They also poop all over the counters. This we’ve learned from experience.”

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Charlotte, upset about our mousetrap: “Why can’t you put a piece of cheese in the doorway and catch it by its tail, and then let it go outside?”

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Mid-November, Calvin is repeatedly crowing, “CHRISTMAS! CHRISTMAS.” Charlotte: “Calvin, stop it. Calling it is not going to make it come ANY faster.”

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Evelyn is humming. Calvin: “EN-IN! STOP!”

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Char comes up to me and whispers: “I have a BBF.” Me: “A best friend?” Charlotte: “No, a best boyfriend…”

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Charlotte: “Can I have some LIFE cereal?” Me: “No.” Charlotte: “Please? I’m hungry.” Me: “Dinner will be soon.” Char: “NO! I’m not hungry. For dinner. Calvin is having cereal.” Me: “The kitchen is closed until dinner.” Char, whining, looking out the window: “Why is the sun going DOWN?!?!”

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Online music station Pandora commercial: “Good music and good food. What more does a great holiday party need?” Char, without missing a beat: “Dancing. Balloons. A cake.”

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Has a neighbor friend with two daughters, one of whom is named Coco. We saw them on our walk home from school today, and Calvin immediately began chanting, “HOT CO-CO! HOT CO-CO!”

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Char: “The shortest day of the year is called the winter scholastic.”

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Cal has been standing in his crib screaming, “MOMMMMYY!” for the last 10 minutes. He just now switched over to “DAAADDAA!” Me to James: “Woah. He just got desperate.”

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Char’s review of reading The Hobbit: “Smaug is a dragon, and he had a pile of gold and jewels that he calls his ‘golden couch’. Bilbo Baggins talks to him, but he’s invisible. Then Bilbo Baggins takes a golden cup that Smaug likes, and the dragon wakes up and feels very angry. He destroys Laketown. I really liked that book. And I *am* going to see the movie with you.”

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Calvin points to the moon tonight: “Missy Noom.” Me: “Misty moon?” Cal: “Unh-hunh.”

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Evelyn in a cheerfully condescending voice: “That’s a very good turkey you’re coloring, Charlotte. Good job.” (thump thump, as she pats her sister’s back)

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Calvin loves to rough house. He makes these adorable 2-year old aggressive faces and sounds. “Pah-pow-pow-pah-shoo.”

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James, this morning: “I reserve judgement.” Me: “What did you say? It sounded like you said ‘I deserve donuts.'”

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Char is asking for an American Girl doll for Christmas. Me to James: “I’m having a hard time pulling the trigger. They are so expensive.” James: “I don’t suppose there’s a way to get one cheaper?” Me: “Not unless you’re willing to rob a UPS truck and grab all the boxes with American Girl stars on them.”

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Discussing Cal’s new haircut with the girls after school. Me: “My mom told me that Calvin’s hair is the same color as mine was when I was two.” Ev: “Yeah, I think Cal’s hair is getting a little bit darker.” Charlotte: “I think he’s related to you, Mom.”

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Me to Evelyn: “You’re killing me. Why do you keep saying everything two or three or four times? Do you *know* that you are repeating yourself?” Evelyn: “Well, most of the things I’ve said today I think are really interesting. So I say them over again to emphasize how fascinating they are.”

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Putting Calvin to bed tonight, he pats his belly, then his hair, repeating in a comforting voice, “Baby. Baby.” He must have heard me to today, talking about how grownup he looks with his new haircut.

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Charlotte: “I picked this book out at library today! Its title is ‘Nobody’s Mother is in Second Grade.'” Me: “I can’t wait to hear you read it.” Charlotte, scampering out of the room: “I’m going to go read it to make sure it’s appropriate. For children.”

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Charlotte: “OOOOOHHHH! Look at Calvin! He has strawberry jam on his nose. And on his MUZZLE!”

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Charlotte, reading from my Twitter feed: “Wow! NASA found enough ice on Mercury to encase Washington, D.C.!”

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