January 2013

Charlotte, bemoaning the fact that we’re pulling her from Newark Parks and Rec’s basketball because it starts at 7pm and she’s too tired to go: “I wish I had parents who allowed me to go out whenever I wanted. Did you have parents who let you do that?” Me: “No, not until I was an adult, like 17 or 18 years old.” Char: “That’s too long for me. I’m only 6.”

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Driving past old Chrysler Plant property south of UD, Charlotte: “When are they EVER going to be finished with that work? They’ve been doing it for YEARS.”

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Char took a nap today so she’s up after bedtime claiming she can’t sleep. We’re curled up together, and she’s reading a Dora the Explorer book quietly until she bursts out in disbelief: “It’s RIGHT there. Why can’t Dora see it for HERSELF?”

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Evelyn, talking to Charlotte about shirking her part in cleaning up: “Oh, Charlotte, Mistress of Excuses.”

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Those of you who have seen pictures of Charlotte or better, have seen her in person, probably already know that she despises having her hair brushed or detangled. This morning: Me: “Charlotte, please go brush your teeth, wash your face, and get your shoes on.” Char: “Okay! But my ponytail [from yesterday] is still in and it’s PERFECT!”

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Evelyn, recovering from the flu: “I don’t think I am going to be ready to go back to school tomorrow.” Me: “I agree. What makes you say that?” Evelyn: “Well… I don’t really feeeel… like walking.”

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Charlotte being loud, obnoxious and super-chatty since getting home. Evelyn, to Charlotte: “Please stop, small female.”

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Evelyn, bursting into the room with _The Lightening Thief_: “Listen to this! They’re at the Gate to the Underworld!” She then proceeds to read a passage to us, mispronouncing Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon (“Pois-a-done” rhymes with methadone).

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The way I can tell Charlotte isn’t going to eat her dinner: upon arriving at the table, she requests pancakes for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Charlotte and I were rough housing, and I made her laugh really hard because she told me not to bite her and I said, “I’m not biting you–I’m kissing you with my teeth.”

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Sitting in the second Walgreens “Take Care Clinic” we went to this morning because the first was closed for the day but not listed as such online, Evelyn, quietly: “I feel a little bit angry. Because I am very sick and it’s hard to wait.”

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Calvin woke up from his afternoon nap, and I heard his garggly groggy just-woke-up voice saying, “SNOW! SNOW!”

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Cal just came up to me and licked my leg. Perplexed, I asked him why he did that. Cal, thinking quickly, fell to all fours, barked, and said, “Doggy!”

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Evelyn and Charlotte are playing princesses downstairs in the den while I kept Calvin upstairs with me to do a few puzzles. I just released him downstairs, and I hear Evelyn’s cheery voice: “Look! Here comes our JESTER!”

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Charlotte is repeatedly making a monotonous lion roar. When I ask her why, she says, “I am a lion recording. It’s an alarm calling the jungle animals, because there’s a huge forest fire.”

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For dinner we had fried fish tacos in corn tortillas, rice, black beans, avocados, and all the toppings. Charlotte: “Mmm. That was good, Mommy. You can definitely make that again for us.”

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Evelyn recounted a story about her teacher’s friend, who apparently has dentures due to a bad motorcycle accident. Charlotte: “Well… at least she got a lot of money.” Me: “What? From where?” Charlotte: “You know! The TOOTH FAIRY.”

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Evelyn: “I love fish-n-chips. But they are fried, fried, fried.”

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When Evelyn was home from school with a bad cold, I showed her Downton Abbey, Season 1, Episode 1. After, I asked what she thought, and she said, “It would be such a shame if they turned that house into a casino.”

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Evelyn, requesting pudding from the grocery store: “I really like tilapia pudding.”

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Calvin, following his sisters around trying to get the playground kickball: “My turn! My turn!”

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At the park for a family hike, we were following the XC trailmarkers around a large meadow. Turning a corner, Char, who was in the lead, cried, “Oh no! We’re trapped.” The field was wide open but the obvious trail was rather invisible. It just made me laugh so hard to see her standing in front of an open field declaring we were trapped.

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Me, watching Evelyn stirring a saucepan: “You really enjoy cooking and baking, don’t you?” Evelyn: “Yeah. I especially enjoy babysitting the ingredients as they go through their different stages.”

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James and I are discussing natural gas prices dropping due to fracking. James: “Well, it is an advantage, living so close to Pennsylvania. And North Dakota.” Evelyn: “Yeah. I can see North Dakota from my house.”

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Cal walks into the kitchen just as I am about to pull an 8-pound roast chicken out of the oven. Me: “Cal! Come see the beautiful chicken we’re having for dinner.” Cal, as I lift the roasting pan: “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

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Evelyn came home early from school with a fever: Me: “Evelyn, do you want any special foods from Acme?” Ev: “Well, I would like chicken noodle soup.” Me: “Okay, good. I already have everything to make that.” Ev: “I actually meant ramen noodle soup.”

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Walking into Dunkin Donuts, Cal: “Charlotte? Enin? School,” smiling up at me.

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Took Calvin to the doctor for vaccinations. Promised him to take him to Dunkin Donuts after. Cal, walking around: “Shots, donut. Shots, donut.”

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MLK Jr. Day at Longwood Gardens

24 months old

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