Friday, October 24, 2014

Toothie Ruthie

Amy lost her first tooth on Tuesday morning.

She came out of the bathroom at home and said to my mother, "Gammy, I am bleeding." My mother examined and found the root cause: her mouth and a missing tooth.

Sadly, Amy lost the tooth - either ran down the drain, fell on the floor in a hidden crevice or was swallowed. Nonetheless, we convinced her that a note to the tooth fairy would do the trick.

Man was she excited about losing that tooth. She had been talking about its loose state for several days and we teased her incessantly about pulling out pliers to extract it. Good thing she has a sense of humor.

Chad assisted Amy with her note which we have safely tucked away for posterity, and they positioned it under her second pillow so that the tooth fairy would not wake Amy when visiting in the evening. They read the "Tooth Book" before bed time hence the nick name "Toothie Ruthie" which comes out of Amy's mouth as "Toofie Roofie."

I bought Amy a special lip gloss (which by the way, she does not like) from the Body Shop - spent $10 on it so when I say special, I mean it!

And when I got home that night, it was my job to sneak into Amy's room and serve in the role of tooth fairy. Chad thankfully left the bathroom light on and the door ajar so that I could be sly in my entrance.

I lifted the pillow only to find Amy's arm draped across the letter and the edge held firmly in her sleeping hand. I was very gentle and slid it out, dropped the money ($20 if you want to know) and positioned the lip gloss. All before running like a school girl back to my bedroom.

Amy was excited the next morning to find her wares ... "what do you call this rectangular shaped money?" It's called a "$20 bill." A bill.

The excitement still has not waned ...
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Couldn't Help But Notice

I arrived at school today at 12:15 and had 5 minutes to wait outside Amy's classroom. I lingered and also looked at the kid's work hanging on the walls.

Thought it was a good opportunity to share a glimpse of school with some of my friends - who also believe that they send their child into a deep dark twilight zone hole and hear nothing about what actually goes on during the day.

I can proudly say that I snapped pictures of work from 5 different families and sent photos onto all of the parents. Of course, I started with Amy's work ... which I am so proud of.

She really did a nice job of sounding out her words and focusing on spelling.

Unfortunately, her favorite thing about the fall is apple picking and we haven't gone once this year. Hint Hint.
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Guest Reader

Today at 12:20, I was escorted into Mrs. V's classroom at MPS by my child, Amy to be the guest reader in her class. "Mommy, you may come into the classroom now." She took my hand and led me inside.

All 18 students were sitting on the rug in 4 rows and a chair was waiting for me. "Please welcome Mrs. Richman." The students cheered.

Today was one boy's birthday and his English is quite limited. I promised his mom that I would make a big deal over his birthday and I did.

The students excitedly listened to me read two books. They asked inquisitive questions and made some great observations. I also learned a lot about squirrels about reading one of the books.

No one was more excited than Amy. "That's my mom. Isn't she good at reading?" She sat in the back row and beamed with pride. She raised her hand to ask questions and was so proud to have me.

At the end of the second book, one of the students asked me, "How do you know everyone's names?" I told him that I was observant just like all of the kids in the class. "Wow."

There were a number of "I've had a play date with Amy. I play with Amy" shout out from the room. I didn't validate or address them.

"Will you stay and be our teacher? You can be our teacher all of the time!" I wondered how Mrs. V felt about that ... though I suspect that in her 25 years of teaching, she has heard it once of twice. "I want you to stay with us all day." Surprisingly, that was not from Amy.

"I would love to come back and be a guest reader again if I am invited." Mrs. V told me that she would put me on the schedule again and if the date did not work, to just let her know. I am so excited. I really enjoyed myself.

What's funny though is that Mrs. VV was the guest speaker last week in Mrs. V's class. Her son instructed her to wear sneakers because Mrs. F wore them the week before. Apparently though, Mrs. F wore ballet flats because she came from work. I wore my Tory Burch sneakers and did point them out to Mrs. VV's son while in the classroom.

"Mrs. Richman needs to go back to work and we need to to go PE. It's time to go, kids." We all walked down the hall together. Mrs. V asked me if I was returning to the office. "No, I am working from home today."

Her response, "I haven't figured out how to do that yet." Nice - I like that sense of humor.
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Monday, October 6, 2014

Kind Surprises

When I send Amy off to school, it is often like sending her to the Twilight Zone. I just never know where is is going and whether the day will be whacky or normal.

And most of the time, I never really get a straight answer.

Every so often though, we parents hear an anecdote that makes us beam with pride. Yesterday, I had one.

A mom of a girl in Amy's class told me that her daughter Em is very shy. Amy apparently often gives her hugs to make her feel comfortable. Em has come home telling her mother that Amy is her best friend.

My kind girl is still my kind girl - even though she gives us attitude at home, lost her manners for a bit this weekend (they came back), and now ignores us when she does not like what we have to say!
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Play Date!

Yesterday, we had three girls from Amy's class over to the house. I thought it would be a good way for Amy to solidify friendships and help with her transition to Kindergarten.

The moms thought it was brilliant ... and one of the dad's said, "My wife and I were trying to figure out who 'Amy's mom' was. I said to her, 'it must be the friendly mom from class. She is nice.'"

I wasn't expecting parents to drop their kids off - and not sure that I would drop my five year old off at a complete stranger's house (especially without having fed her lunch, not checking in, dropping her off 30 minutes early and picking her up 30 minutes late).

Nonetheless, the girls dressed up in princess costumes, played inside and outside, and did a variety of arts and craft projects. Some snacks, some water, and off they went.

The girls played beautifully - lots of great chemistry, no arguing, lots of inclusion, and lots in common. When the girls were doing their crafts, the one mom that stayed said, "I can't imagine what this play date would be like with boys! These girls are so calm and are focused nicely."

Amy expended so much energy - and so did I ... that we both crashed afterward. Here's a photo of her resting on me - so a selfie of a sort. She barely ate dinner. And went to bed at 7:15 without any trouble. I was soon after!
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Saturday, October 4, 2014

We Are Back!

It has been some time since last I sat down to blog. The past few months have been busy, exhilirating and exhausting, and I think that I flamed out.

This past week, I saw my dear friend, Tin in Brussels. She was my first blog reader and has been committed to a weekly read for the past five years. She shared her disappointment with my severe lack of content. And she inspired me to get back to writing.

So here I am, Saturday morning, 8:30 AM ET. Chad and Amy went out to breakfast. I have about 60 minutes before the rush to shower, organize and get out the door to Amy's dance class. Since the start of the school year, she has been taking both ballet and tap dancing on Saturday mornings. Guess which she likes better?

Amy slept until the late hour of 7:15 AM today and I am grateful. Not just to have the extra sleep but to have additional time to shake off the jet lag. I am generally okay going to Europe. It is coming home that gets me every time. I feel like a truck hit me!

Amy was so happy to see me yesterday when I picked her up from school. There is no feeling in the world like the one when you kid comes running over shouting, "Mommy. Mommy!" Big smile on her face. Elated to give you a big hug. Amazing.

She handed me a picture of a "love trophy." It was a trophy with hearts all over it. I did not win it. She was giving it to me. I took the picture and held it with two hands over my head and said, "I won. I won."

Amy said, "No. No. No. I am giving it to you. You should put it over your heart." My sweetie. I put the paper over my heart and gave her a hug.

Amy then told me that one of her friends told her that she did not want to be her friend. Then the little girl told her that she did want to be her friend again. This is pretty common with the five year old set. I hear about friending and defriending on a daily basis.

I asked Amy if she ever tells kids that she does not want to be their friends. "No, Mommy. I try to make friends." Awww. Except within the next 30 minutes of the comment, we were next door and she was annoying the heck out of one of the boys.

She may not use her words to be unkind ... but man can she be annoying to other kids. She was chasing him around the house, climbing on him, wrestling him, etc. He wanted none of it. I always wonder what Amy does to get the other kid to say, "I don't want to be your friend anymore." It's fascinating. Maybe she tries to hard.

Nonetheless, we are back. I am rambling and I need to get set to get ready and go! Have an awesome Saturday.
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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.

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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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