Sunday, September 26, 2010

Girly Girl

Where it all began

Most babies love looking at themselves in a mirror. There's probably some scientific explanation to this. But who cares? It's darn cute! Miranda is no exception. She has enjoyed her own company since she was a wee one, and still does. But all this looking in the mirror business makes a girl realize that she's got to take care of herself.

She needs plenty of water.

And special masks are always beneficial.

Well...almost always.

The right accessories are also a plus. Little bow barrettes are essential in this little girl's wardrobe. She insists on one every day now. I put the bow in, and she runs to the bathroom to look at it, with a quick, "Thank you, Mommy!" I just thought she liked having a bow in her hair, but when I asked her for her choice of color last night, she excitedly replied, "Purple! Purple, purple, purple!" That's my little girly girl!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Cool Stuff by Duncan

Taking a photo while looking through a cardboard tube.

Helping Daddy build stuff.

Taking a picture of a huge paper mache giraffe. Why? Because it's there!

Playing, "Look at my new nose!"

Playing in the play tunnel and taking a the same time! This is definitely one of my favorite pics in Duncan's collection.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

The Curse of the Grammar Police

My son is now enrolled in Speech Therapy through the public school system in our county. Twice a week we drive over to an elementary school for a half hour lesson. When I visited the school for a meeting with his therapists (he's also getting Occupational Therapy), I was told that this school received the School of Excellence Award. And, sure enough, as I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed the "2007 School of Excellence" sign. I thought to myself, "Excellent!" And chuckled. Because I'm like that. We walked into the building to meet with the teacher. She wasn't there yet, so we waited. I didn't have to sign in, because I was just dropping Duncan off. My eyes moved from the sign in sheet to a paper nearby. It was for parents of elementary age students. It was an announcement about purchasing car decals to help the school. It went something like this:

Recieve a awesome decal...

And I didn't even make it to the end of the sentence. My eyes probably glazed over a little, while the chant "I before E, except after C" ran through my head. School of excellence, indeed! When I came back to get Duncan, I corrected "a" with "an." I left "recieve." It bugged me, though. I wondered how this elementary couple of grammatical boo boos made it onto a paper that would be seen by anyone approaching the front desk. Do people care anymore about correct grammar? Did they ever? I know we tend to let things slide in conversation and informal writing (ahem, like blogs!) But I thought a school would get it right. What's next? Misspelling "school" in the crosswalk? Oh wait.

Or perhaps the problem is mine. I had some incredible English teachers in middle and high school. They really hammered in all those rules. So now the grammar radar is always on. The internal editor doesn't take a holiday. I'm not a jerk about it. When Duncan's Speech Therapist said, "Fridays will just be him and I," I cringed on the inside, but said nothing. Because I know that I'm certainly not perfect! When I carried Duncan back on Friday for Speech, the announcement had been corrected. I felt the urge to do a little maniacal laughing. Mwahahahaha! Round one goes to the Grammar Police!