We had a work outing this evening, and my young co-workers started to list all of the crazy things they did in high school and college (which wasn’t so long ago for them). Which got me thinking. About all the things I’m going to worry about as Chloe and Sophie hit the terrible teens. I don’t think I’m going to get a good night’s sleep for the next 15 years. Here’s a preliminary list of the top two:
Category Archives: Chief Mom Officer Musings
I Hear Things, I Figure Things Out
Chloe just announced with a big grin that a kid on her bus found a condom in his backpack. Forget for now why a 10-year old boy would have a condom in his backpack. He probably has an older brother or something.
When we asked her if she even knew what a condom was, she replied with another funny grin, “it’s what a dude puts on his thing to do you know what with a girl.” Don’t you love the euphemisms? When I then asked her how she knew what a condom was, she replied, “I hear things. I figure things out. I know things.” Chloe’s omniscient.
We’ve always been open with her about sex, body parts and other stuff. But it’s still amazing to me that she knows what a condom is. “Eventually you learn things,” she sagely says. “Like an elephant. You eventually learn what an elephant is. I didn’t have to ask you. I figured it out by myself. Or like mathematics.” Leave it to her to use the word ‘mathematics’ instead of ‘math.”
Ten years old going on 20. Woe is me.
Thank You, Osama bin Laden
The wicked witch is dead. Dead as a doornail, lying somewhere at the bottom of the sea. It feels odd to celebrate the death of a person, but he wasn’t really a person, was he? He truly was evil incarnate. Good riddance.
The Magnetic Electricity Generator
I’ve been alluding to the infamous “science fair project” in my recent blog postings, promising to recount all of the sordid details that went into the production of this 4th grade scientific masterpiece. Here goes.
Aging
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I don’t know where the past year has gone. Actually, I do have an inkling of where the past year has gone (work, work, work), but I can’t believe that we’re approaching the end of 2010.
Firsts and Lasts
Kindergarten. The day is finally upon us. Little Sophie is starting kindergarten tomorrow at the tender age of 4 years and 351 days.
What Does ‘Inappropriate’ Mean?
We were talking about the movie “Avatar” at dinner (in the context of a more general discussion of the quality of 3D movies) and Sophie expressed an interest in seeing it because she’s interested in anything that Chloe does.
I Don’t Like the Letter ‘E’
Sophie is jealous of the letter ‘e’. Because it’s more common than the letter ‘s’ and her name starts with ‘s’. For a few minutes earlier this evening, as she was writing a note to one of her teachers, she realized that the sentence contained more Es than Ss. She was inconsolable. Seriously, tears and everything. Not the crocodile kind, but the real kind.
Snow and Zygotes
First, the snow. The snow fell and fell. All day yesterday. All through the night. Until about 3 o’clock this afternoon. At least 15 inches. Probably more.
The girls could barely walk in the pile of white stuff. Sophie struggled mightily to remain standing. But boy did they have fun. The photo below also depicts the freaky French snowman (in a semi-melted state) I described the other day.
Ten Years
My father died 10 years ago today. He was 57 years old. Hard to believe that it’s been so long. It feels like it happened yesterday and I remember everything about that night. Everything.