December 2012

Calvin’s new book, Richard Scarry’s Cars and Trucks and Things That Go is what he wants morning, noon, and bedtime. My favorite thing is how he searches for Goldbug on every page, saying, “CoalBUB, where is?”

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Char, putting away dishes as she dries them: “I think we should have a drawer for everything in the house… except ourSELVES.”

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Calvin hit his head with his hand last night. Me: “No! Calvin! Don’t hurt yourself.” Cal: “Sorry. Head.”

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Charlotte: “I really want to be prompted at the end of the year.” Me: “What do you mean?” Char: “You know, I want to get to go on to first grade.”

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Charlotte has invented a game in which Calvin is called “Sadie,” and she runs away from him, then turns and calls, “Sadie! Come!” then “Turn around, turn around, turn around.”

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The girls received miniature rubber animals called Squinkies in their stockings. Char was being sassy before bed. I told her to hand over one of her beloved Squinkies for the night. She thrust a puppy one into my hand, muttering, “That one looks vicious anyway…”

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Cal, in his footie pjs, is playing a heartbreaking game. He rides his little car around the dining room table after waving goodbye, and each time around, he gets off, says “Hello!” and requests a big hug before saying “Bye-bye” and venturing out into the big imaginary world again.

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Christmas morning, I made raspberry-cream-cheese stuffed french toast and sausage. Char: “Mommy, I like Heather’s french toast recipe better…”

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Me, surveying our spiral cut ham: “Why is ham so expensive?” Char: “Because it’s SO delicious!”

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Christmas Eve: opening the door to the car, Charlotte and I heard a beautiful songbird singing. Charlotte, not missing a beat: “That must be the *new* bird.”

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Charlotte got the new American Girl doll, Caroline, for her birthday. In the car: “Mommy, Caroline’s last name *was* Abbott. But now it’s Atlas, because she’s joined our family and isn’t hanging out with her friends in the catalog anymore.”

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Me, talking to myself: “Now, what do I need to put on my grocery list?” Calvin, popping up behind me: “Banana. Cookie.”

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Charlotte counting as high as she can: “One thousand million infinity and one, one thousand million infinity and two, one thousand million infinity and three…”

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Cal really misses Charlotte when she’s at school. They are buds. So one day, he removed a Christmas tree ornament with Charlotte’s photo in it, placed it in a mini school bus toy, and happily babbled about “Shar-lit” while pushing it around.

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Calvin and I dropped the girls off at school, then went to the Y and Pathmark. We just got home and are having a snack. Me: “Okay, after your snack you can play for a little bit, and then it’s going to be quiet time.” Cal: “No naps. No naps. No naps.”

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