Monday, August 14, 2006

Firsts

Imogen started kindergarten today. She had all sorts of fun. She's there from 8 till 3:30. Seven and a half hours a day (for those not mathematically inclined). I've never been away from her like this. I've been away from her for two weeks in a row but it was temporary. Last year each day felt kind of short. I dropped her off at 8 and by the time I made a stop or two on the way home, it was 10 and an hour and a half later I got Genevieve dressed again to go pick Imogen up. Each day seemed short. Today at 9:45 Genevieve asked if it was time to go get Imogen again.

Without Imogen, Genevieve has no one to tell her who to be. Genevieve only learns things like her letters and numbers because Imogen knows them. She learned how to spell Imogen's name before her own. When she talks to strangers she tells them how old Imogen is and what grade she's in. She seriously needs a life of her own.

Imogen also had her first piano recital today. She played "Oh MacDonald" pretty much mistake free in front of about fifty people and seemed rather surprised to find herself being applauded.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

We name our computers

"Can I watch a movie on your computer?" Imogen asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"She doesn't like your movies."
She paused to think this over. "How do you know?"
"I asked her."
"How did you ask her?"
"You'll never run out of questions will you?"
"No. Does she like your movies?"

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Dropping like fies

Genevieve is well, but Imogen started throwing up last night. I started being sick rather suddenly around 11am today. Ben went to work at 3pm feeling fine but four hours later was calling for a ride home. Jeremy took the afternoon off to take care of us.

It's a plague! We're dying!

Ok, maybe not but I'm really wiped. I hate being sick.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

First tooth



Imogen lost her first tooth last night.

Imogen was veeery interested in the tooth fairy and when she would come and if Imogen would see her and so on (and on and on). Imogen's Indian name is Child of a Thousand Questions. Fairy tales were not invented by people like her or for people like her because most of them don't make sense.

Genevieve is sick. We were up till 2am changing sheets and holding hair back while she vomited. Poor kid. Poor me. Imogen woke me up at 6:30 to tell me how much money the fairy had left her. Speaking of which, she never woke up while Genevieve was throwing up or crying or we were cleaning up or bathing Genevieve. I started to think you could parade a band through the room and Imogen would sleep through it.

Anyway, I'm wiped and Genevieve is still sick, and we're out of food so I still need to go to the store. I hate grocery shopping.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Imogen's haircut



Imogen got the idea that she wanted a haircut before school started and I somehow promised her one. So we stopped by Supercuts today and she got it cut. It's really cuter than it looks in these pictures. Because it curls under, she commented "It looks like Willy Wonka's."

Genevieve struggled with her individuality with Imogen's haircut. Genevieve likes her hair long and has rejected several haircut offers in the past. But Imogen, Genevieve's model in life, was getting her haircut. Genevieve came to me saying "I want a haircut." I said "Are you sure? I don't think you really want one." "I do," she assured me. A couple minutes later she couldn't stand it. "I changed my mind," she said. "I don't want my hair short." "I know," I said.