School Sweetheart Dance

How long do you think it will be before the idea of going to a dance with her Daddy embarrasses the heck out of her?



And here you may view their real personalities:



I can't wait to show these to her prom date.

Kindergarten Curriculum, c. 2010

I have very few memories of Kindergarten. I'm pretty sure we spent the whole year learning our letters, though.

Dee, on the other hand, has cruised through the curriculum they want Kindergartners to complete, and has kept right on going. This is the sheet they sent home this week with words for her to be able to read.



Cirrus!? Really? I have a degree from Stanford AND a PhD and I had to look it up. (I did think it had something to do with clouds, and it turns out I was right, so Mom, Dad... that $120,000 wasn't completely wasted.)

They also have her spelling the phonics words now as well. I will say, for a state with a budget crisis that has pretty much eliminated money for gifted education, her teacher is doing a good job keeping her busy with 32 kids in the room and limited resources. Today, driving home in the car near sunset: "Mom! Look at those cirrus clouds!"

Days 20-22

I think this is the best one of the past three days:



This was rather... meh. Though now that I really look at it, the giraffe print with the hearts isn't bad.



And this! Just the dress! No accessories at all! What is the world coming to?



Tonight, though, she gets dressed up for the Father-Daughter Sweetheart Dance at her school. She gets to stay out until NINE. It doesn't get more exciting around here than that, people!

Snuzz, Several Years Later

Baby Dee laying on a fairly new Blankie, early in 2006:



Blankie was a Christmas present, perhaps from my sister, in 2005. I was in a post-bedrest-now-I-have-a-colicky-baby haze. Look how pink, on one side, how white on the other!



And then, the snuzz was born. My mother described it well in 2008. Today, the yellow snuzz is considerably worse for the wear:



This comes from being chewed on before the nose-snuzzing/thumb-sucking begins:



I hesitate to speculate on either the purpose of the toe-snuzz, or what it may do to the poor Yellow Snuzz:



Long live Blankie.