Archive for the 'There's Just Something About Mary' Category

Cinderella

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

At the carpool pickup
Mare: You’re taking me someplace special, aren’t you?
Me: ??
Mare: Well, Ren’s not with us. Oh, and last night Daddy said (perfect sing-song voice): “I know something you don’t know! I know something you don’t know.” (Back to normal) — So I figure something’s up.
At […]

Little girl blue

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

Team Mary …

Sunbeam and Moonbeam and me.
Oh, and Daddy and the Doodle.

Can you show me eeeeeevil??
The part where I stopped taking pictures. Stopped breathing.

That. In case you are wondering. Is a blue ribbon.
Because in this case, seventh place was a perfect crystalline blue.
Seventh out of how many? — Twelve. Oh, […]

Little Mare

Saturday, July 26th, 2008

“It’s a lot of people to fall in front of,” Mare says thoughtfully.
“It is,” I agree.
“Is it a winning-kind-of-show?” she asks.
Oh here we go, I think.
“It will be just like a regular lesson. Your instructor will be with you. You’ll be in the ring, and you’ll do the things you […]

An important update

Friday, July 25th, 2008

“MaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaMAAAAA!!” Renny shoots into the room, sobbing, dives under the covers.
“Renny!” Mare says, trailing in behind. “I know you’re scared, but you did great, Momma is so proud of you!!”
“What did you do, Lamby?” I ask. She is plastered to me, trembling.
“She did it Momma!! She jumped! From my […]

Yeah, but … huh?

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008

“Momma, Ren broke her promise to me.”
I look up from the laptop. They are standing in the bedroom door. Mare looks righteous. Ren looks happy to be out of bed.
I decide to take a pass on the fact they’re supposed to be asleep.
“Ren,” I say, “did you break your word to sister?”
She […]

Sometimes the universe chucks me one

Friday, July 18th, 2008

We’re an hour late to camp.
And Mare is not in her pajamas.
I WAS SO FREAKING PROUD TO GET HER DRESSED. She’s in a totally acceptable outfit — skirt, sparkly clogs, peasant shirt. And it’s all clean (to which we credit Cute Husband. I don’t do laundry when my spine has not recently been punctured, and […]