…cutting, pasting, coloring cards of love…
…whispering, giggling, glittering with Sissy.
Love is…
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Monthly Archives: February 2013
Natural Consequences
This afternoon when I picked Piper up from school she ran into my arms, buried her face in my neck, and declared today the worst day ever. Ever is a very long time.
“What happened, P?” I asked, kissing her soft little cheek.
“It was Media Center day and I forgot my library book.”
“So they wouldn’t let you check out a new one? I’m sorry that happened to you,” I said.
Then Piper turned on me. “It’s your fault! You should have put my library book in my bag. You should remember it’s Tuesday!”
Oh, really. My sympathies began evaporating. I took a deep breath.
“It’s your library book, honey. You’re responsible for it. And if you forget it at home, then you have to wait for next Tuesday and try again. I’m sorry that you’re upset, but it’s not okay to blame me.” Whew. I didn’t even raise my voice. It probably helped that other parents were watching. Sissy, too.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Piper said, shrugging and skipping off to the car. “A girl’s got to try, you know?”
Hard Work Pays Off
At the Grammy’s Monday night Fun won Song of the Year for “We are Young,” which Piper has claims as her very own anthem. We delivered the good news at breakfast. Piper asked about their acceptance speech. It was entirely unfair that she had to sleep through the…fun.
“They toured for 12 years,” Daddy said. “That’s a lot of hard work.”
“Wow,” Piper agreed. “That’s almost 100.”
“Well, not quite. Hard work pays off, though. It took me 12 years to achieve my biggest goal, too,” Daddy said, puffing out his chest a little at the Dr. title attached to his name. “Do you know what my big goal in life was, Piper?”
“To marry Mommy?” Piper concluded.
Paparazzi
Piper thinks you might be following her. She knows you love the blog. You may love it so much that you’re trying to get secret pictures of her in action. Walking down the street. Sitting in the car. Dancing on the playground. You can’t get enough.
Yesterday as we were leaving school Piper saw a woman on her front porch with a camera. There was only one possible explanation.
“Ugh!” Piper exclaimed. “The paparazzi follow me everywhere!”
This is What the 100th Day of School Looks Like…
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The F Word
Piper told us at dinner last night that she’d heard THE “f” word. Kids at school are saying it. Her teacher is discouraging it but it seems to be contagious.
“First Kayla said it,” Piper said. “Mrs. A warned her. Kayla did it again. BIG trouble!”
“What happened then?” Sissy asked.
“Nate said it, too. Mrs. A told him not to say it again.”
“Did Mrs. A say the ‘f’ word when she told them not to say it?” Daddy asked.
“No. She didn’t have to. Everyone knows the ‘f’ word.”
“What is it, Piper?”
“Fart.”
That’s Amore More
I cleaned out the car yesterday. Here is a list of things Sissy and Piper left in the backseat:
7 used kleenexes
12 discarded lollipop sticks
4 half eaten granola bars
245987 wrappers
2 empty water bottles
17 unidentifiable objects
and 1 note written from Sissy to Piper…
…that made me forget the rest of the mess.
That’s Amore
Piper has never met a carbohydrate she didn’t love. To get in her good graces, you just need to serve up pasta. Piper prefers spaghetti.
Tonight she stacked her meatballs high and sprinkled on the parmesan.
“There’s only one thing in the whole world better than spaghetti and meatballs and parmesan,” Piper declared.
“What’s that?” I asked, twirling the marinara love.
“You.”
Siri Says
Piper and Siri had a little misunderstanding last night. It’s hard to clearly communicate with a supposedly intelligent personal assistant on your Daddy’s iphone.
“Siri, do you know who Paty Kerry is?” Piper asked.
“No. I don’t,” Siri replied.
“Siri, do you live in a hole?” Daddy questioned.
“We were talking about you not me,” Siri said.
“Piper, would you like to look at music aps?” Siri offered. Piper recently reprogrammed Siri so that she only speaks to Piper, even when she’s talking to her rightful owner.
“No,” Piper said, “I don’t like music aps. That sounds boring.”
“Piper, I don’t know what no I don’t like music aps that sounds boring is, would you like me to search the web for it?” Siri asked.
That made Piper and Sissy roll with laughter. Siri doesn’t understand the giggles.
“Piper,” Siri said, “what can I help you with?”
“You haven’t been that helpful at all, Siri,” Piper said.
Siri apologized.
Honk Honk Splat Splat
One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to stop blogging about poop. But this blog is about Piper and poop happens to be one of her favorite topics. It’s February, so it’s time to break all resolutions anyway. Here goes.
We see many interesting things on our walk home from school every day. Last week Piper and Dad watched local firefighters practice ice rescues in the pond at our park. They cut a hole in the ice, put out some orange cones, crawled on their bellies, and pretended to rescue a dummy from the icy depths.
Our walk home always includes geese. They waddle about on the path honking and pooping. I’m not sure geese do anything else but waddle, honk, and poop. They poop a lot. Piper thinks they should learn to control themselves a little.
“Gosh,” Piper said, observing their excrement, “if gooses had their own house, it would be very messy.”
“I wouldn’t want to live there,” Dad agreed. “It would smell awful.”
Piper pretended to waddle and poop behind the geese until she came to a splat. Then she leapt over and resumed waddling and imitation pooping.
“If gooses ruled the world,” she said, “there would be poop EVERYWHERE!”
Thank goodness they don’t.
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