Sunday, September 30, 2007
We weren't at the Westlake game, but this is Sophie with Brian-uncle at the McCallum game. She cheered the whole way to the stadium -- Frank even taught her to say, "Boo, Caaam" -- but she was a bit overwhelmed when we were actually sitting in the stands. She barely whispered her "Go, Austin" and buried her face several times. She pointed to the Maroon (our mascot -- a big fuzzy maroon-colored puff ball on legs) and said, "Sun. Sun." At halftime, she found her calling. She was sitting on my lap and we were all focused on the band on the field. Someone said, "Look at Sophie!" I looked down, and she was conducting. Just like the drum major. There you have it folks. Not just a future band geek. But the future SUPREME band geek. I'm so very proud. Band kids almost always do well in school! On the way home, she found her voice again and shouted "Go, Austin!" "Go, Mooons!" (Maroons)
Friday, September 21, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I don't think she's sad at school When I drop her off, she doesn't cry anymore (although she sometimes wants to be held when we walk in the door) -- once she's on the ground, she marches to the fridge to put away her milk while I put Cowmoo in her cubby, and then she grabs my hand to walk outside to find her friends. When we pick her up, she's always laughing and playing and having a great time. The daily reports have the happy box checked every single day. (We had a couple of sad boxes at the beginning. We've not yet had fussy, but I think that is code for naughty or annoying.) All signs point to her being HAPPY at school, but still -- every day -- "What did you do at school today?" "I makey saaaaad."
Yesterday I asked her who she played with, and she quickly answered "Donavan." There's no Donavan in her class. Is this an older boy? An imaginary friend? I asked her if Miss Heather is nice, and she said, "Meees Hedda pretty." Well, that's something.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Last week, I grabbed a wipe and scrubbed off her knee (ahem...while I was driving, because she had just drawn hundreds of spiraling red circles on her leg with a ballpoint pen and we were on our way to someplace where I suppose I thought she should look clean...can't remember now). But she told me, "No, Momma. No touch wipes. Time out!" And then she pointed to the car door. There have been times, driving with a whining or screaming version of Sophie, when I contemplated ejecting myself. Luckily this was not one of them. (And...I later learned that there is a kid at pre-school who likes to pull hundreds of wipes out of the container and he got a time-out. I was guilty by association.)
Last night, when I was putting Sophie down to bed, Callie-dog was rummaging around the room looking for dropped crumbs or tasty wooden toys to destroy and Sophie pointed to the door and said, "Get out here, Callie. Go your room! Too loud!"
But she is not above reproach. Yesterday afternoon, she lifted the dogbowl up and then poured it out right in front of Frank and me. We all just stood there silently, staring at each other for a second, listening to the kibble skitter across the tile. Without saying a word, I pointed to the room where Sophie's "time out spot" is located. She turned and trotted off without saying a word. A couple of minutes later she said, "Solly, Momma," and we swept up the dogfood with Callie's help.
And all is right with the world.
P.S. All is NOT right with our camera, so the blog updates may be word-heavy and picture-shy for a while!
Sunday, September 2, 2007
This video is a Frank Webster short (a DubSTAR production), created to introduce our Dive-In Movie Experience (watching Jaws while floating in Emily and Debbie's pool). It features the "ditchdirt" daughters (Lucy, Laney, Sophie, and Josie -- from oldest to youngest) in various waters. Yeah...they're going to give us a run for our money when they're all teenagers.
So, it's the first day of school and I've just finished teaching second period when my cell phone rings. (Whoops -- gotta remember to turn that off during classtime.) It's Sophie's school. She has vomited four times in the two hours that she has been there this morning and they're really sorry because they know it's the first day of school for us, but the three things that'll get a kid booted from pre-school are fever, vomit, and a bounced tuition check.
I called Frank in a panic and it just happened to be his conference period (they're on block schedule, so he has an hour and a half block of time off), so he raced over to Sophie's school to pick her up and then...we didn't have that part figured out yet. I started calling all the people we know who happen to work out of their houses or stay at home with kids. (Of course, people with kids would rather invite a rabid dog inside than a vomiter.) No luck there.
Then I had a brainstorm -- one of my fellow teachers lives right down the street and his wife Jan retired last year and she looooves Sophie, so I ran upstairs and got her number from Sean. By the time Frank got to our house with Sophie, Jan was there, ready to be Grandma-for-the-Day. She grabbed Sophie from Frank, sat down in the rocking chair and held Sophie's forehead and pronounced her fever-free. Frank went back to work and Sophie didn't vomit again for the rest of the day and she was back to her old self by the time I got home from work.
We had to keep her home for 24 hours, so I took her to the doctor the next morning. Here's how that conversation went:
Me: She's had a cough and then she vomited at school (probably drainage) and her lungs sound raspy. She just started pre-school so we think it's the kennel cough.
Doc: Yep...she's sick. Probably a virus. Say "Ahhhhh" Sophie.
Doc: Okay. It's a virus. That'll be $20 please.
She got to spend Tuesday with her Daddy (he hired a sub, but went to school to meet each class, and then took Sophie outside to play, then to lunch with the Kealing crowd, then home to nap). She's almost cured now (and she's back at school), but the cough lingers.
Now I've got to work on my plan to:
1) get my dad to retire so he can pick Sophie up from school when she's sick
2) convince Granddad and Mamaw (Frank's folks) to move to Texas, or
3) figure out how to RENT a grandparent when we need one.
Think Craigslist will work?
Here's Sophie rejecting her new vitamin regimen. She guzzles down Tylenol, Triaminic, and cough syrup, but thinks cute animal-shaped, candy-tasting vitamins are YUCKY: