Why Girls are Awesome

It’s a dark and stormy night. The kids and I are camped out in the living room so we can be together during the thunder.

The P is already asleep, but the Princess is not at all tired. We chat about the picture on our wall. One is of my husband and me at our wedding.

The Princess snuggles next to me and says, “Tell me all about your wedding.”

Is this a ploy to stay up longer? Obviously. Is it effective? Of course.

And that’s why girls are awesome.


That’s True Though

The P is pretty honest. He confessed that he played a prank on a girl at school.

Trying to gauge the severity of the prank, I ask what the girl’s face looked like when she found she had been pranked.

He said, “Kinda funny surprised”

“Could you show me with your face?”

“Um. No. Girls are too complicated.”

Overheard at the Park

Little Girl at Park: Hey – do you want this to be the girl playground and that one can be the boy playground?

The Princess: Yeah!

Little Girl at Park:  We can be princesses.

The Princess: OK.  I have to leave in three minutes.

Little Girl at the Park: Well, we are going to have a parade and a tea party.

The Princess: Um, I can stay for the parade. 

Sometimes dogs do that

This week, The Princess came home with the following story:

“Today, I played peek-a-boo with Molly. ”
(Molly is grandma’s dog who is blind. Can’t see a thing.)

“Really?,” I said, “How did that go?”

“She just looked at me,” She shrugged, “Sometimes dogs do that.”

Here, The P makes friends with the Salvation Army bell ringing dog. Our kids just love dogs.

What we really wore on Halloween

A few days ago, I explained the costume picking process that my kids went through.

Well, they really did wear the princess and Spiderman costumes the weekend before Halloween.  We went to a Fall Festival.

Evidence:But on the day of Halloween, things went a little differently.

For one thing, it was a spirit week at school.  That specific day was something like “Time Warp” day, but they didn’t call it that.  Everyone was to dress up in a sort of period costume from whatever period they liked.

The P wanted to dress up like he was from the 70’s, because he doesn’t really know what those clothes looked or felt like.

We don’t own anything that looks like it was worn in the 70’s.

So, that Wednesday morning, we did what it turns out lots of other 1st grader moms did: we put him in a white T-shirt with jeans, slicked his hair over and told him that he was the Fonz.

He has never seen Happy Days, but thought this was awesome, until on the way to school he found out that this is not what they wore in the 70’s.

Later, we ran into some serious trick-or-treaters and took this photo that will probably make me laugh for the rest of my life:

That’s my boy.

Then, for church that night, there was a Superhero party.  It would have made sense to change back into Superman for the Superhero party, but our hair was too cool to get smashed by the mask.  So, we decided that the Fonz might be a superhero.

The Princess did not want to wear her Princess dress.  It was too much trouble, I guess.  So she put on boots.  I told her she was Nancy Sinatra.

So, Nancy Sinatra fed this little dog some Skittles.  Then we all went to the Superhero party at church.

And no one else was dressed in our costumes.  Imagine that.

What do princesses wear?

So, this is a little belated.

It’s the beginning of October, I ask the kids what they want to be for Halloween.

The P: A man with a mask.  A mask that you will knit with holes in the eyes.

The Princess: A Princess.

I’m an experienced mom.  I know that I can’t purchase costumes based on this one conversation.

Later in the month, I ask again. I get the same answer.  Consistency is good.

Now, I do knit, but I only knit scarves.  And it takes me about 6 months to make a scarf.  There’s no chance I could learn to make a knitted face mask in a month.  So I told the P I would try to sew together some kind of mask.  He said this would be okay.

I asked the Princess what Princesses wear.  She says: Tutus.

Awesome.  We have lots of tutus.  Halloween will be easy.

A week later, I try to figure out how I will stitch together a mask.  I ask the P again, what are you going to be?

The P: Spiderman.  I already have the costume.

Of course he does.  He’s been Spiderman for the last 6 of his 7 Halloweens!

Me: No mask?

The P: No.  I don’t need a mask anymore.

Hurrah!  Halloween will be so very easy!

Then, Grandma calls, “The Princess says she will be a princess for Halloween and that you are sewing her a blue dress on your sewing machine.”

This is not what we had agreed to.  I explain to Grandma how princesses wear tutus.

Grandma tells the Princess that she already has a pretty purple dress.  The Princess explains that princesses wear blue.


The next day, we go to a book fair.  The fire alarm goes off (it’s only a drill) but we have to leave quickly.  We grab the first book we see and check out.

Later, we find out one of the characters is a princess…in a purple dress.  Our princess is convinced.

And Halloween is saved.

It really was very easy.

Aren’t they teaching you anything at that school?

The Princess is in a two-day per week preschool now.  She likes it.

Most of her stories about school follow this formula:

Caring Adult: Did you have fun at school today?

Princess: Yes.  Everyone (insert normal preschool activity here).

Caring Adult: That’s great.  Did you (insert normal preschool activity again)?

Princess: No, I just watched.

This is how it goes.

Last week, the Princess said, “Everyone jumped like a frog.  But I did not jump.  I did not know how to jump like a frog. ”  Then, “I will ask brother to teach me how.”

And he did.  It was really cute, and he was very proud to teach her a new, very important skill.