Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Apostrophe S (aka Eats, Shoots and Leaves)
I beamed with pride this morning in a way that only a parent can. Did M hit a home run? Nope. Run a four minute mile? Nah. Even better.
I prepped M's lunch and snack for camp last night. When she came downstairs for breakfast, they sat on the counter. Her lunch was in her lunchbox and her snack was in a brown paper bag. I rummaged through the refrigerator, getting M's breakfast, while Margot examined her snack bag.
"Mama," she said, trying to get my attention. "MAMA."
"Yes?" I asked, my head still buried in the fridge, looking for the cream cheese.
"This snack bag is wrong," she said. "It says 'Margot snack.' There should be an apostrophe S at the end. Margot's snack. The snack belongs to me. I am not the snack."
She was right! I did write "Margot snack" on the bag.
As a writer/editor, nothing makes me happier than hearing her point out grammatical errors.
(Well, unless she gets into the Scripps Spelling Bee. That's my secret dream for her.)
I prepped M's lunch and snack for camp last night. When she came downstairs for breakfast, they sat on the counter. Her lunch was in her lunchbox and her snack was in a brown paper bag. I rummaged through the refrigerator, getting M's breakfast, while Margot examined her snack bag.
"Mama," she said, trying to get my attention. "MAMA."
"Yes?" I asked, my head still buried in the fridge, looking for the cream cheese.
"This snack bag is wrong," she said. "It says 'Margot snack.' There should be an apostrophe S at the end. Margot's snack. The snack belongs to me. I am not the snack."
She was right! I did write "Margot snack" on the bag.
As a writer/editor, nothing makes me happier than hearing her point out grammatical errors.
(Well, unless she gets into the Scripps Spelling Bee. That's my secret dream for her.)
Monday, June 21, 2010
Another kind of soccer game
Someday Margot will be sitting around with her friends saying, "Yeah? You think YOUR parents are weird? Mine have got yours beat. Each year, they would get together with their friends from college and some other friends and have a weekend soccer tournament in June. They would alternate cities - one year in Brooklyn, one year in Baltimore, then back to Brooklyn, etc."
"They started getting really crazy about it as the years went by. They had uniforms..."
"And a manager..."
"And there was a trophy..."
"And after the soccer game, everyone would get together for a barbeque that lasted until the wee hours of the night."
"Their team was called the COBRAZ! and one year my mom and her friends made this insane cake in the shape of a cobra. It was a real, edible cake. It took 8 hours to make."
And her friends will look at these photos and say, "You're right. You win."
"They started getting really crazy about it as the years went by. They had uniforms..."
"And a manager..."
"And there was a trophy..."
"And after the soccer game, everyone would get together for a barbeque that lasted until the wee hours of the night."
"Their team was called the COBRAZ! and one year my mom and her friends made this insane cake in the shape of a cobra. It was a real, edible cake. It took 8 hours to make."
And her friends will look at these photos and say, "You're right. You win."
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Soccer Wrap Up
Monday, June 07, 2010
Perfect summer weekend
Graduation Video
Look for Margot exiting from the stage. If this video finally loads, it will be a cyberspace miracle:
Friday, June 04, 2010
PreK Graduation
Where's Margot?
Margot and her teacher
Processing toward the stage
Post-graduation
This morning, Margot 'graduated' from preK. The cafeteria was packed to standing room only with parents and siblings of the 80 preK students, and we were treated to renditions of 'A You're Adorable,' 'Doe, a Deer,' and 'Curious.' I even said the Pledge of Allegience for the first time in probably 25 years.
Also, check out the video. While watching the video, pay close attention to the fourth grade band playing Pomp and Circumstance. It stole the show, in my mind.
Margot and her teacher
Processing toward the stage
Post-graduation
This morning, Margot 'graduated' from preK. The cafeteria was packed to standing room only with parents and siblings of the 80 preK students, and we were treated to renditions of 'A You're Adorable,' 'Doe, a Deer,' and 'Curious.' I even said the Pledge of Allegience for the first time in probably 25 years.
Also, check out the video. While watching the video, pay close attention to the fourth grade band playing Pomp and Circumstance. It stole the show, in my mind.
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