About This Blog
Welcome to my blog. I'm Anne-Marie Nichols, a 40-something WAHM to Nathan, 6, and Lucie, 3. I've been married 12 years to their dad Paul, a scientist. When I'm not doing the mommy thing, I'm a freelance writer, and vice president of the board of directors for a Colorado public charter school. In my spare time I like to sleep, eat, read, and decorate cakes.
I created this online journal to share some entertaining and insightful stories from my own experiences as a writer, domestic engineer, and mom. I encourage you to share this blog with your friends, and hopefully it will spark some lively discussions on issues we can all relate to. Enjoy!
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Oct 18 2008
Pinky Dinky who?
This was the exchange between father and daughter one evening:
"I was watching Dinky Doo*," said Lucie. (*Pinky Dinky Doo, a cartoon character on the Noggin channel.)
"Dinky Doo? You mean Scooby Doo, right?" asked Paul.
"Not Scooby Doo, Dad. Dinky Doo," replied Lucie.
"Dinky Doo? What's a Dinky Doo? Do you mean stinky poo?" asked Paul with a streak of mischievousness in his voice.
"No, Dad, not stinky poo! Dinky Doo!" exclaimed Lucie.
"I still think you mean Scooby Doo. Or maybe Boo Boo Bear?" considered Paul.
"NOOOO DAAAAD! DINKY DOO! You're just stupid. I'm not talking to you," yelled Lucie, clearly frustrated by her father's teasing.
Paul just laughed, amused at his daughter's opinion of his lack of intelligence.
Oct 17 2008
Night night books
Our summer reading program is going very well. After a bit of a tough start -- "What, we have to stop what we're doing and read books?" The kids are enjoying being read to immensely. I've even managed to get Nathan to read several books besides "Hop on Pop" out loud.
So far the children have logged in over eight hours each. They've also earned free ice cream, free kids' meals at iHop, stickers, and pizza. It isn't only the goodies and prizes that thrill the kids, but the stories. I often hear them repeating parts of stories to each other. It thrills me to be raising two children who love books as much as I do.
However, I think Lucie's taking her love of literature a bit too far. After I read her a goodnight story (or two or three or four) in my bed, I walk her to her room and tuck her in. Lately, she's been insisting on sleeping with a book. It makes the bed rather crowded, but I'm glad books have become her best friend along with her blankie and stuffed animal buddies.
Oct 6 2008
Obsessions
Nathan is usually obsessed with something and constantly asks us about it. This week it was with the golf pull cart I ordered for him online. Nathan's in a golf league that meets in the middle of the day. With the heat, it's difficult for him to carry his clubs and keep up with the rest of the kids on the course. Seeing that his buddy Michael had a kid-sized pull cart, I got Nathan one, too.
After I told Nathan I placed the order, the questions started coming:
What color is it? (Black)
Is it the same one as Michael's? (Yes, but his is yellow.)
Do the wheels come off? (I don't know, but we'll see when we get it.)
How much did it cost? ($35.95 with shipping.)
When will it get here? (Soon. Stop obsessing!)
That week every time the UPS man came by (which is often) Nathan would run to the door screaming, "My golf cart, my golf cart!" Seeing it was yet another review book for me, he was inevitably disappointed.
Yet five minutes later he'd ask, "So when's my golf cart coming?" and I'd sprout another gray hair. Luckily, I was eventually emailed a tracking number, and was able to tell him exactly when it was coming.
This obsession behavior isn't unique to Nathan. His dad has it, too. Recently Paul was fitted for and ordered a very special golf club, a PING G5. Every day he'd come home and ask, "So is my G5 here yet? I need it this weekend!"
The leaf doesn't fall far from the tree now, does it?
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