Stella's List

Stella is a girl with goals. Sometimes her goals are as simple as manipulating me into giving her a cupcake for breakfast. A couple of weeks ago, however, she outlined her life plan to me. Her life through the age of 17, anyway. I had asked her if she could please refrain from growing up because I am still enjoying her little-ness. She replied that she really needs to grow up because she is waiting to get a car and drive. I told her she can't do that until she's at least 16, so she started thinking about all the things she will do/be until then. I guess she's just going to chill and be little for a few more years because her plan doesn't start until age 11:

Age 11: Cooking lady (our nickname for Giada de Laurentis)
Age 12: Judge on Chopped (apparently we watch a lot of the Food Network)
Age 13: Yoga teacher
Age 14: Gymnastics teacher
Age 15: Doctor
Age 16: Sales Associate at Charming Charlies
Age 17: Hannah Montana. Please note: she only wants to be Hannah Montana at home for 4 days; the rest of the time she wants to be her in Hannah Montana World.

Oh, to be a young, blank slate.

Rock the Party!!!!

CRAP! I did it again. I swore I would be better about updating my blog, if for no other reason than to have a place to chronicle all the wild and crazy things my babies (not so much babies any more) do and say. And, do they ever say and do some wild and crazy things. Recently, we "rocked this party out," because isn't that what you do when someone at school gives you a balloon?

Poetry

I can't believe it's been almost 2 years since I posted anything here. That's 2 years of memories I could have recorded. A friend at work inspired me to get back to it. So, here goes. Alyssa is 8 and in 2nd grade; Stella is 4 and in pre-k. We finished with the brain-washing parochial school (wow...scary stuff) and have been at a Montessori school for the past 2 school years. Now instead of hearing, "Mommy, did you know god created all the trees?" I hear, "Mommy! Let me tell you all about the Big Bang!" Music to my ears. I could go on and on about my love for their school and the Montessori method, and I'm sure I will in future posts. Right now, however, I'd lke to share a couple of Alyssa's poems.

The Cat and Rat

By Alyssa Petcoff, April 2011

The rat and cat sat on a flat mat.

The cat was fat and ate the trap.

And the bat went splat

When it hatched in a hat.

Popcorn is Popping

By Alyssa Petcoff, May 2011

Popcorn is yummy, popcorn is sweet

Popcorn is delicious, as I eat.

I hear popcorn popping, I'm ready to eat.

Do not disturb the popcorn

When it is popping with me.

And again, popcorn is yummy

Popcorn is sweet, popcorn is delicious as I eat and eat.

I like popcorn any way it is treated

So if you have the time to see some, get some for me.

The popcorn is popping still, popping and almost ready to eat

I hear the beep and and it is ready to eat.

That's all the time I have for today

Come back another time, I'll show you the way.

So if you have a question about popcorn, please call me

But I don't know my number so call my mommy.

I'm Back! (Maybe)

Dear Blog,
I've been neglectful. I'm going to try and be nicer and more attentive to you.

Yours truly,
Bad Blogger

SO. Earlier this week, not one, but TWO of my teenagers caught me Facebooking (has it been added to Webster's as a verb yet?). Hayli was shocked. "YOU are on Facebook??" she said. "Why, yes, I am. Are you?" "Uh, no," she said. I knew right away what the "Uh" meant she wouldn't be caught dead Facebooking. May as well give her a cell phone without texting capabilities and send her to band camp. Later in the week, Anthony had a very similar reaction. In one way, they're proud of me...the cranky old bitch is doing something they didn't think I could even figure out. On the other hand, I'm Facebooking. You know, it's like MySpace for "older" people. I can only imagine what they say to their friends...

Stretches and Poses

Joyce, the family's yogi-in-training, might say that child's pose involves a relaxing stretch that follows the downward-facing-dog. Both feel great. I'm gonna go out on a limb, though, and say that this is the quintessential child's pose:

Gardening

Yes, those are Elmo underwear. Fancy boots, huh?