Before you start pelting rotten eggs at your computer screen, let me explain. First, “mental retardation” is a medical term. The IQ cut off is 69. Seventy, and you’re not retarded. Second, I have spent much of the year considering this topic, particularly since Sophie’s IQ clocked in at 83. (This was the topic of […]
(NOTE: OK, I’M TAKING MY FRIEND PAM’S ADVICE AND PUTTING “DOWN SYNDROME” IN MY HEADLINES, ALTHOUGH I INSIST IT MAKES THEM CLUNKY AND RIDICULOUS. IT’S AN EXPERIMENT.) Yesterday was Meet the Teacher Day. We’d already met the teacher(s), so we just paid a visit. I’d like to report that Sophie was an angel — that […]
At 7, Annabelle’s way better with a video camera (actually, I think it’s an attachment on our old digital camera, which Ray gave her) than I am. While Sophie and I were at Trader Joe’s yesterday, Annabelle made a movie. She had a little help from Ray, but he swears she filmed the whole thing […]
Today Annabelle and I went to Kate Belly Button’s birthday party. (You know, it could be that I’ve already introduced Kate Belly Button, but the truth is that it’s close to midnight and I’ve promised myself I’ll deal with at least one overflowing basket of laundry before bed, so I figure I either have time […]
Sophie! Becuase contrary to my deep dark fears, she DID get the amazing Ms. X, star of stage and screen and Annabelle’s own fabulous kindergarten year. Sophie is doing a poo-poo dance by my chair. More on Ms. X later.
I got home late tonight. Sophie was already in bed. It was sitting on the mail table, still sealed, in an envelope decorated with school stuff — apples and mortarboards — addressed to Sophie. The Teacher Letter. I considered ripping it open; she wouldn’t really know the difference. But I couldn’t do that. So there […]
Not long ago, Ray commented that we really should hang the Morning Monkey quilt — the one a mom in Sophie’s pre-school class made when she had heart surgery last fall — on the wall. “It’s fading,” he said. I’d just blogged the same thing. It’s true. Everytime we wash the quilt, the monkeys are […]
It started last week. Appropos of nothing (nothing I knew of, anyway) Annabelle came home from camp with a Magic Markered diagram, depicting instructions for making shoes. The next morning, I couldn’t budge her away from the dining room table, she was so engrossed in typing paper, scissors and tape. By the time we finally […]
I’ll never forget that right after Sophie was born, my sister said to my mother, “Well, Amy will always have someone to get a pedicure with.” I love that line. And while it’s not always true (Sophie’s certainly not up for EVERYTHING), she’s pretty game. Yesterday afternoon I asked Annabelle if she’d like to bake […]
The double messy bun has turned out to be such a big hit that Sophie requests the ‘do regularly. This morning Annabelle (who normally puts her own hair back in a low ponytail, unless it’s post-bath, in which case she’ll grudgingly let me comb her hair out and braid it) requested the same. I was […]
