Dorothy visits the early '60s

 

This is Brian's mom at age 10 or 11.

The Sunday Not-So-Funny

UPDATE 9/6:  The magazine updated the website with the correct words.  Order is restored.

Dorothy submitted a poem about hummingbirds to Zoobooks magazine.  Months later, I was thrilled to see it published in the online gallery, and called her over to the computer.

She burst into tears.

The magazine editors changed the words of her poem.  (I think they had trouble reading her handwriting.)

"It's supposed to say glad, not red!  I mean, how would I not know whether it's red or blue?

They changed word to worry!  That doesn't make any sense -- worry doesn't rhyme with bird!

This has my name, but it makes me look like I'm 5 years old, not 8!"

I agree completely.

Here is the real poem:

Hum, hum, hum, it's what they do

I  don't know if they're glad or blue

The humming of their wings

Makes me want to sing

Sticking their beaks into flowers

Flying backward is their superpower

Zipping softly without a word

Do you know what it is?

It's a hummingbird!

Happy day

Grace, Wes, Natalie, & Josie stopped by

Yarn llama

School is out for the next 6 days, so we spent the evening at the pool

That Chipotle Glow

Popsicle break

Library haul

We are in 100% birthday mode here

Third grade work

Mermaid ashore

Coastal Youth Choir

The Sunday Funnies

Dorothy and I have been watching The Baby-Sitters Club series on Netflix.

In one episode, Kristy's mom gets remarried, and the scene shows a shortened ceremony.  "I notice that they skipped most of the wedding so that they wouldn't actually have to get married," Dorothy noted.

In another episode, Claudia says something heart-tuggingly sweet about friendship to Mary Anne, a character who lost her mom to illness when she was a toddler.  "You're gonna make me cry," Mary Anne says to her friend.  "I don't understand how she doesn't cry all the time, because her mom is dead," Dorothy said.

Amoxicillin update: feeling so much better

Strep!

Spot the sick girl

Sick days (school germs?)

Too hot to go outside, except when it rains

The Sunday Funnies

"Mama," Dorothy asked, "do you think that babies' cheeks are so big because they don't have any teeth, and when they close their mouths, there are no teeth to stop their mouths from closing, and their cheeks keep puffing out bigger?"

I told Dorothy that I got a wasp bite, and she asked, "How is that different from a wasp sting?"

Dorothy has been wearing some new, unpilled pajamas.  "Soon these will have those soft, warm little balls on them," she said with anticipation.

Mama's current favorite dress