Abby & Cora on a Monday in May 2010
The school year will be ending in a couple of weeks.
Abby is finishing 2nd grade, although she's about six feet tall, reading complicated adolescent sci-fi novels and pretty much tells me to fuck off to my face when she's in a bad mood. She's grown seeming in a lot of ways, but also makes it clear that she likes being a kid and wants to be a kid for the rest of her life. Parenting Abby is turning out to be way more interesting than anything I could have imagined.
Cora is finishing kindergarten. She likes to capitalize on her young adorableness. She is explicit in her interest: NO MORE BABIES in our house. She is the youngest, smallest, cutest. Period. And she really is. Cora is also smart. She pays close attention. Sometimes I'm caught off guard when I realize just how much she gets. She also reads. She reads me chapters from Ramona Quimby books at bedtime, which is indescribably awesome for me.
Abby is finishing 2nd grade, although she's about six feet tall, reading complicated adolescent sci-fi novels and pretty much tells me to fuck off to my face when she's in a bad mood. She's grown seeming in a lot of ways, but also makes it clear that she likes being a kid and wants to be a kid for the rest of her life. Parenting Abby is turning out to be way more interesting than anything I could have imagined.
Cora is finishing kindergarten. She likes to capitalize on her young adorableness. She is explicit in her interest: NO MORE BABIES in our house. She is the youngest, smallest, cutest. Period. And she really is. Cora is also smart. She pays close attention. Sometimes I'm caught off guard when I realize just how much she gets. She also reads. She reads me chapters from Ramona Quimby books at bedtime, which is indescribably awesome for me.