Sunday, April 29, 2012

April 29, 2012

Imogen: Do you suppose this author used an acrylic or a watercolour medium? It looks a bit like watercolour but I think it's been enhanced.

(#Things I don't expect to hear when she offers to read to me.)

Monday, April 23, 2012

April 23, 2012

Bedtime.  I am tucking Imogen in to bed.  We've had a story (Skippyjon Jones, for the millionth time) and a kiss.

Imogen:  Mom, I don't want you to feel nervous.

Me:  Why's that, Imo?

Imogen:  Well, Scooby-Doo is not real; it's just fiction.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

April 14, 2012

Imogen:  There's no one to say goodnight to.

Me:  Grayson and MamaJen will be home after you're asleep, don't worry.  You'll see them tomorrow.

Imogen:  I want to say good night though.  Can I call MamaJen?

Me:  Yes.

Imogen listens to MamaJen's voicemail greeting (Hi, you've reached the phone of Jen A******, leave me message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.  Thanks and have a great day!)

Imogen, beginning her message:  Actually, you meant 'have a great evening.'

Friday, April 13, 2012

April 13, 2012

Imogen, Julius, and I attended the Hidden Truths opening at Latitude 53 tonight. It's an exhibit of art produced by federally incarcerated women. Upon arrival:

Imogen: I am inspired to do math!

She whipped out her math work book and settled into a corner.

Sometime later, I found her drawing..

Imogen: There is beautiful art here, Mummy, but mine is the most beautiful. It's a monkey pig who ate a queen and then wore her crown. I think it should hang in this gallery.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

April 12, 2012

We arrived home. Imogen bounded into the front yard while I unstrapped Julius from his carseat.

Imogen, screaming from the front stoop: Oh my god, Mommy! Be careful!!!

Me: What? What? What's wrong!?!??

Imogen, in panicked voice: There's a dead fly on the sidewalk!!!

Monday, April 9, 2012

April 9, 2012

Imogen checked her backpack to ensure that everything she needed for school was there.  She found her journal and verified that Liam had responded to her most recent entry which had been addressed to him.  Both Imogen and Liam discussed gold in their writing.

MamaJen:  Imogen, do you know why gold is hard?

Imogen:  Yes, because when it falls on your head it's not really very soft.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

April 7, 2012

On the airplane, returning from Florida, Imogen is having a snack of cold French fries.

Imogen, nose curled up in distaste: Mommy, I know how you knew I was a girl when I was born. It's because I have a vagina. And I was not wearing my panties.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

April 5, 2012

Me: okay Imogen, time for bed! Have you peed recently?

Imogen: mommy! I already peed later ago!!!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

April 4, 2012

Imogen's cousin was crying and fussing about an argument he had had with his sister.

Imogen approached him, arms outstretched.  She gave him a big hug and a huge kiss.

Her cousin didn't stop fussing.

Imogen:  WHAT???  A beautiful girl just kissed you!  You should be happy now!