Friday Night!

Cassidy is very 'up' on the fashion scene. She took her friend Rachel to the GenArt Fashion Week launch party, and then to the show. Perks of living so close to L.A.: tres chic affaires.

(Style lent by Mary Kate Olsen)

Observation Deck

Today the school I work at took a family field trip to Longwood Gardens. The teachers got to go along, and didn’t I find it interesting how parents interact with their children (outside of the fifteen minutes I get to see at drop off and pick up). Parents couldn't get their kids attention, insisted on holding hands if out of the stroller, and best, started complaining how they would never get their kids down for a nap!

I, however, called 'Ladies!' just once, and four of my children turned around. Nap? No problem. Stop going into your child's room! Stop answering his/her every call! And please, whatever you do, forget the milk bottle. At three your child should be consuming more than enough calories and balanced meals that he/she does not need milk six times a day, let alone from a bottle.

Overall the trip was entertaining, mostly due to the wild goose chases between adult and child.

Revolution

Josie (2.5 yo) and Eliana (3yo) decided to watch a movie. They opened a door, to a basement I didn't know the house had. Down the steps, the pair entered an enormously red room, complete with a projection screen. Josie asks, "Is this a movie theater?" Eliana, "No. It's my TV collection."

Eliana proceeds to shuffle through a collection of remotes, picks the correct one (I can only assume), and turns on the projector, DVD player, receiver, dims the lights, and tucks herself and Josie into the leather couch. Was I, the babysitter, and teacher at their preschool, needed?

Side note: Parents of both girls still give them sippy cups, think they cannot walk up/down stairs alone, and spoon feed them regularly. Perhaps the 'parents' should get to know their girls.

Burned

I call my mother, per usual, and discuss the last day-or-so's events. She tells me Cassidy's uniform skirt has cigarette burns in it.

Do I call Cassidy, and warn her of what is waiting at home-- a steaming mother left to stew in anger for a day? Or do I give loyalty to my mother, who has every right to be upset over the situation.

Scrabble

I decided to get a cup of tea while working on some reading for class. The coffee house was bustling, and a little girl, with what I assume to be a family friend, was playing her version of Scrabble on the floor in one corner. I opted for the seat adjacent to the game.

She held up a tile, E! And her guardian would list words, beginning with E, until she guessed the correct one. I commented on the girl's hair bows- Halloween themed. She watched me read, and I watched her play. She suddenly stands, looks me over closely, and tells me I have beautiful red hair.

What beautiful sincerity.

Spilt milk.

At work we take daily trips to the local park. Each kid holds on to a ring on a rope, and we travel the 2 blocks with 20 kids, and 2 teachers.

I was at the end of the line with the day's 'caboose', Rebecca. Jacob, ring neighbor, was excited for his birthday cup cakes, planned for later that day, and repeated the word spaghetti, over, over, and over. Rebecca looked up to me and asked me to have him stop. There was little I could do, so I told her to think of something else, like I do, and soon all the 'noise' would fade away.

I was thinking off coffee and a croissant, so Rebecca picked chocolate milk to focus on. We walked a few steps and she began to cry. What could have happened? Rebecca looked up, so sad, and wailed: "I spilled my chocolate milk!"

Complex

Girl, about two blocks away: I slept over at my pseudo-boyfriend father-of-my-baby's last night, or, my audition. Which topic do you want to hear about? Sex is always involved in auditions.