Thursday, July 24, 2014

Amy G.

My "work boss" as Amy calls her has become a Richman household name. I refer to her as "G" to protect the innocent even though I have been sharing these stories with her. So Mzzzz G part deux here we go.

This morning, Amy dressed and then decked herself out in some crazy accessories (notice the belt with a skirt that has a tie waist). She asked me if she could have some "chocolate lipstick" which is any lipstick in a brown shade -- and pink eye shadow.

I obliged (see photo) and this is how the conversation went:

Amy: Mommy, do I look like Mzzzzz G?

Me: Yes, you do. You look beautiful (said very dramatically).

Amy: Mommy, please call me Amy G. That's my new name.

Me: Okay, Amy G.
Amy: Do I look 8 (as in years old)?

Me: Yes, you look very mature.

Amy: How old is Mzzzz G.?

Me: You never ask a lady how old she is.

Amy: (Ignoring me) Is Mzzz G. 8?

Me: Yes, Mzzz G. is 8.

End of story ... so G has a 5-year-old wanna-be / prodigy who thinks that she is very glamorous and also believes that she is 8 years old.

What can I say? @workmomblogamy (

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Your Work Boss?

This morning, Amy and I had a very interesting conversation as she pranced around the house decked out in accessories.

Amy: Maaa-mee, what is your work boss's name? (Amy is all about "who is the boss and who is in charge.")

Me: Her name is Ms G.

Amy (modeling her accessories): IIIIiii ammmm Mzzzz G and I am your work boss.

Me: Oh really!

Amy: Yezzz (yes) and I am telling you to not go to work and to take me to the beach.

Me: Oh really?

Amy: Yezzz and I am Mzzzz G so you have to listen to me.

I am in the office today and Amy went on her class trip this morning! Photo included. @workmomblogamy (

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Semi-Sweet Chocolate

Does a switch go on at age 5 that turns sweet little girls into semi-sweet, sometimes mean, often cranky and whiny nightmares?

Is it physiological?

I know that kids change every 6 months but this milestone marker has been brutal. She whines. She carries on. She tantrums. She says mean things.

But not all the time. There are moments, even hours and days when she is sweet as anything. Snuggly. Kind. Loving. "Mommy, I love you ten billion." or "Mommy, let's call Gammy and talk about doing a girl's day at the beach."

Unfortunately, my sweet sugar has turned into semi-sweet chocolate -- and I want my sugar back. Hope that I do not have to wait until she is 5.5 for her to change again?
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Monday, July 14, 2014

Take My Picture

Amy likes doing goofy things and then urging me to take her picture.

For example, in this snapshot, she lined up her animals in size order, sat down next to the largest one with her elephant headband and said, "take our picture."

I love that she loves to be silly and capture the moments.
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Fun Weekend Are Tough!

Amy did not want to go to school today. "It's much more fun to stay home and play with you all day."

Yes, I know that I am a lot of fun - really good at playing family, school, dolls and other 5-year-old games. However, Mondays are school days.

"I don't like school." That's coming from the child who I can't seem to rip away from the building at the end of the day. She goes from room to room saying goodbye, playing, hugging and serving as the mayor.

"I know that it is tough to go back to school on Monday after a really fun weekend."

"Yes." And yes, yes it is.

I got myself ready and prepared in anticipation of whining and crying when it was time for me to leave her at school. Before the whining could start, I got down on my knees and looked eye-to-eye with Amy. I whined very loudly, "I don't want to go to work. I don't want to go to work."

Amy couldn't help but laugh. And so did the other kids and her teacher. Amy gave me a hug and a kiss, pushed me out the door and transitioned over to her teacher.

I shared the story with a colleague who said that there was a television campaign in the UK with the same premise except that the mother threw herself down in a temper tantrum to pre-empt that of the child. Unfortunately, he could not remember the product the ad was promoting.

Oh well. In my book, anything for a laugh and to avoid the clinging, crying, whining child at the school door.
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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Fly Fox

Every day for the past few weeks, Amy has asked questions about animals and how they defend themselves from predators. She also asks if the animals are "real" here in Basking Ridge.

So for example, "Are fox real here?" and "What do fox do to defend themselves? Do they bite? Do they eat humans?"

We have gone through a plethora of animals. Today was the fox which is why the example is so fresh.

We talked about the fact that there are different types of fox that live in New Jersey. Yes, they do come out during the day but mostly they come out at night. They eat squirrel, mice, rats and small kittens and cats. That fox bite to defend themselves - big bites but not as big as her arms can reach. More the size of a quarter.

"But fox don't live in other countries like India, right?" Okay, not sure where she got India from but, I said, "Let's look it up on the internet."

Apparently, there are fox in India -- flying fox. They live in the rainforest and swamps. But not near where Ishaan is from (a boy in her class who was born in India).

This is a largely circuitious conversation that can go on for bundles of minutes.

A friend made mention of flying pigs -- I mentioned the flying fox reference and explained the obsession with animals, habitats, defense, realism, etc.

I asked her if she knew that squirrels live in nests in trees like birds (I didn't know this before Amy and I did the research). She said that she did a report on squirrels in college (scary, but there is context). As the resident squirrel expert, I asked her if she knew how squirrel defend themselves ... apparently, if they are defending against a rattlesnake, their tails heat up. Heat up! Did you know that?

I wonder what animal we will select tomorrow. I suspect that it will be bears ... a sneaking suspicion.

PS: Amy asked what noises fox make - I made the noise from the song, "What the Fox Says." She took me seriously and I did not correct her. Shhh.
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Monday, June 30, 2014

Amy Goes to College

I signed Amy up for a summer reading program through Rutgers. To get her there, I told her that she was "going to college."

While confusing for her, it was also alluring. "I'm going to college."

I will reserve my judgment on the program until next week when we are able to spend the full two hours in class. Amy was distracted by the promise of her birthday party. "Can we go now? Is this the last thing that we are doing?"

I snapped the photo of her sitting at a right handed desk - poor thing had to lean over to write and work. The world is not meant for lefties. She wasn't happy with me taking the photo. "Mommy, no pictures. It's embarrassing."

She is five and already I am embarrassing her ... I guess that's what I get when I send her to college so young.
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Kids & Parents Are So Funny!

On vacation, Amy and Nana spent a good deal of time entertaining themselves in a photo booth.

They pretended that it was a space ship that was steering its way around. They met many aliens - some who were kind and others who were really really mean!

I snapped a photo of their feet while playing in the booth. I thought I was funny!
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I'm 5 and Married to Mickey Mouse

Amy is proud to be 5!

This morning when I dropped her off at school, the kids were all talking about today's swim lesson. I had forgotten Amy's goggles and told her so. "That's okay, I can swim underwater without them." The kids subsequently reported whether they too could swim underwater.

Amy chimed in with, "I took swim lessons and they taught me how to swim underwater. I took them when I was four." By the way, she was four until 6:32 PM yesterday. A little ironic.

Nonetheless, she is really excited to be 5 which is a milestone. She was also really excited to officially get her wedding dress costume from her Gammy for her birthday. She gave up a mani and pedi yesterday in order to dress up and play.

Amy decided to marry Mickey Mouse (see photo) and held her own ceremony. They had a child named Zoom who looked a lot like Mickey Mouse (same doll, just renamed and annointed a child). Amy asked to wear the dress to her soccer party. You can imagine our response.

We did have a great party yesterday. We held it at Branchburg Sports and it was a soccer theme. Her coach from Saturday soccer ran the party (we requested him) and he had the kids riveted. Even the little ones who weren't keen on soccer.

After the soccer, the kids spent 30 minutes in the play maze and that worked well - and it worked up an appetite. We had a private room where we reconvened for pizza, crudite and cake ... before goodie bags and arcade cards for the kids to play. Amy spun a wheel to determine how many tickets she would win - she won 250 tickets but was given 1,000 (thanks to Chad's big tipping).

Amy had a great time ... and so did we. We connected with our friends and got a laugh out of the fact that Amy insisted that Chad wear his "Amy tie." My mother had it made it up for Chad for Father's Day with picture collage of Amy. He wore it with his t-shirt.

And one of the moms complimented Amy. "She greeted every single one of her friends, hugged them and welcomed them. She also handed out the goodie bags to her friends. I am impressed. She is so sweet."

Yes, so sweet until her melt down in the car when I suggested choosing a gift to give away to the "kids that don't have any gifts" and then again at home from sheer exhaustion! Too much partying ... and more today with a party at school.
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Vacation Summer 2014!

We just returned from a wonderful summer vacation at Woodloch - a family resort near the Poconos. We went with our friends and their daughter, Nana.

The guys (husbands / dads) were able to branch off and try all of the fun "campy" stuff like paint ball rifle shooting, rock climbing, Segway riding, badmitton and tennis. The ladies spent a lot of time at the kid pools which were chocked full of entertainment for the little ones. We also branched off for some walking / steps and to the spa (awesome).

The little girls had an awesome time. As only children, they had constant and instant playmates, and were attached at the hips. One was a morning kid, the other an evening kid - that made for some fun at certain times of the day! But as soon as they were prompted to be respectful of the others' space, we were all good.

The girls enjoyed bumper cars, bumper boats, paddle boats, scenic boat rides, playgrounds, mini golf as well as a coordinated family activity around 2 PM everyday ... and evening shows. We easily fell into a routine and regimen. It's fabulous for a week to be told what to eat, when to eat, where to be, when to sleep, etc.

The family that owns Woodloch has been running it for several generations and you can tell. The staff is friendly, engaging and helpful. Everyone says hello when they walk by you or when you approach. I think that's part of their brand promise.

We really enjoyed ourselves -- and Amy has already asked if we can return next year.
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Thursday, June 12, 2014

Calm After the Storm

As you know from my previous post, Amy had a massive meltdown last night and it was ugly!

We had "girl talk" at bedtime and she cried again because she felt sad about being mean. We discussed the "Golden Rule" and she said that she would try. We hugged, kissed and she fell right to sleep and woke up at 6:45 this morning.

Tantrums take a lot out of a girl, that's for sure. And their moms too!

Amy was sweet as pie this morning. Kind. Sweet. Loving. Kind. She promised to be "nice" at school and even sang the "nice" song in the car (a made-up lyrical tune).

I think I broke the mean spirit at least for a little while. We will see how she behaves tonight!
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