Sunday, February 25, 2007

The Wisdom of Isabelle

After one nap, Isabelle informed me
I've been dreaming of stepping on things. You may want to step on toys and
you may not. If you do want to step on toys you want to step on other girls

Friday, February 23, 2007


The licensure committee at Vermont College has just voted to recommend me to the state for licensure as a Special Ed teacher. Woo-hoo!

Friday, February 16, 2007

On Witches and Modern Sensibilities

With much fanfare, Isabelle watched the Wizard of Oz. We had a glorious time. I am happy to report that the urban legend that the Wizard accidentally filmed the suicide of one of the munchkins is utterly false. We saw several clips of different parts of the movie purporting to be the unfortunate scene. The one most often cited is, on close inspection, an out-of-focus crane (bird) flapping its wings.

But that's not what I'm here to talk about. I'm here to talk about witches. After watching, Isabelle was talking a lot about witches, and asked if witches ate people. Unable to resist an opening, I told her the story of Hansel and Gretle. She asked for another witch story, and so I told her of Baba Yaga.

Isabelle didn't appear terribly frightened by this, but she was a little concerned, so we told her that witches that ate people lived far away. Then, remembering that some of our friends and family were witches, we pointed out that, just as in Oz, there are good witches and bad witches.

How confusing is the modern world! But that's not what I'm here to talk about either. I'm here to talk about myself. I imagine everyone does this, when telling a story to a three year-old, I made some quick judgements about what of the story was appropriate for her young mind. I merrily told her about Hansel holding out a chicken bone, and the witch checking to see if he was fat enough to eat. I told her about Gretle pushing the witch into the fire. I didn't say that she made Gretle work as a "slave" in the kitchen, because I didn't want to explain slavery, and I left out the huntsman and his wife abandoning the children in the forest.

How peculiar! That witches would eat children struck me as deliciously frightening, the kind of scary story that is so much fun. But that parents should betray their children was unspeakable to me.

One more photo

Our front door.
Did I mention that it took the entire day to dig out?

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Saint Valentine's Blizzard

A "bonzo" (smiley face) out our kitchen window. (The window is about 4' above the ground.)

Nighttime view of our backyard. Those tracks are only halfway down through the snow.

Isabelle plays in the snow outside her second-story bedroom window.

(Okay, I admit, there is a porch roof about a foot below the window)

Pooped from too much shoveling.

Of course, there was a lot to do!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

The Times They are Achanging

The dreaded time is approaching. Isabelle is giving up her nap. She still needs it. Sometimes she sleeps. But sometimes she doesn't, and oh, then is it a tough day.

But one era closes, another one opens. This afternoon, ushering her back to bed, we found her sitting up, buried in a mountain of books.

And when she has to go to the bathroom, she'll often proudly tuck a book under her arm on her way.

Where ever did she get these habits from?