Fhe fail

Tonight in fhe we had this exchange about these flannel board figures:

Me: what are these children doing?
Ella: these kids have different noses. They don't have any nostrils!

I tried really hard not to laugh, but couldn't help it. It was a short lesson.


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Whoa

Something so irresistible about a man in uniform... Have fun at Scout Camp, honey.


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The Upsides

Life with Ella is always funny. But today she was really in the zone. Here are just some of the funny things she said to me today:

1. (to some of my friends at church) "Do you like Justin Beiber? My mom has him on her iphone."
2. "C'mon Candyland; you're killin' me!"
3. "Mom! I did a poopy! It looked just like a little snake!"
4. "I know what Claire's saying, she's saying, 'Ella you are so beautiful!'"

Little Philosopher

Ella and Andrew had the following conversation while he was getting her ready for bed and trying to put on her nighttime diaper.

Ella: I wanna put it on standing up.
Andrew: (a few tries later) You'd better lie down, I'm not very good at this; your mom is.
Ella: Boys are bad; girls are good.
Andrew: What are you talking about?
Ella: I'm talking about people.

Invention

It's hard work, being your own activities coordinator each day. You have to work with what's available.


Luckily, Claire is highly available.



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Finally

The World Cup ends and we can all stop pretending to care about soccer.

It's okay for us not to like soccer, even if the rest of the world is crazy about (and during) it. And even if the emotions of spectators run higher than the winning country's debt liabilities. Soccer, on its face, has little to recommend itself as a spectator sport. For most of us, the idea of watching a competition for two hours where neither side scores is...unappealing. The fact that those matches frequently, even in the early stages of the world cup, end in ties, does not increase one's desire to watch the match. The poor reffing, subjective nature of calls, and ridiculous antics of players faking injuries, hardly help.

I like the idea of international sports because it is one of the only true forums for meritocracy in so much of the world. Nowhere else does one's performance alone count for more. Maybe that's why soccer doesn't agree with me. With so few points, so much hanging on a ref's judgement, it seems there isn't a close correlation between skill and results. Basically, we don't love soccer because soccer is socialist. The team that plays the best doesn't always (or maybe even usually) win, an autocratic official can interfere however he chooses to skew the results, the biggest whiners get special consideration, and there's often no winner or loser (or point). It goes against everything we learned on the playground.

Proud not to be a fan.

Shiner

Ella came home from the park with a little souvenier from the park on her forehead today.





Still smiling.


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