Ellen had a great day - Chipotle lunch at school with Dad, her name on the school announcements, after school adventure with Grammy that ended with a bulldog (Briarwood!) that sings One Direction AND wears a Missouri Tigers shirt ("to freak out my Dad"), her most coveted gift of a Mummy Kit, a surprise visit from Mere, her favorite dinner (pesto tortellini), and a cookie with a candle in it. AND - the celebration continues this Sunday with our Ellen-Only Birthday Date to the lego store and a fancy dinner on the Plaza. It's good to be Ellen. It's good to be six.
Oh, and she has another seriously loose tooth - will likely be gone by the end of the week! It's true what that song writer said: All She Wants For Christmas is her Two Front Teeth ...
And despite my egregious lack of blogging (does anyone even read this but me?!), I have been saving some Ellen-isms and this seems as good a time as any to document them:
(Ellen dancing)
Me: Ells - where did you learn those moves?
E: Well, I was in discovery class and did this (breaks it down some more) and then I did some break moves of my own! It took a lot of math, science and industry.
We found a walking stick this summer in the Royals parking lot:
E: I hope it doesn't get run over! They are endangered!
Me: Well, Ellen, I don't think they are and a parking lot is a bad place to choose to hang out. Survival of the fittest.
E: Who said that?
Me: A famous scientist - Darwin.
E: Really?!? Or did you just make it up?
Ellen: I'm a really good loser, but not really a good finder.
Ellen: Mom - you should put a shirt in my backpack.
Me: Why?
Ellen: For when I puke.
Me: Why will you puke?!
Ellen: I don't know. I'm sure I will some day. I will be in school till 6th grade, you know.
We play the animal guessing game in the car quite a bit - give 3 clues and go!
Ellen: It squawks, it's yippy and it lives in brides.
Me: Brides??
Ellen: Yeah, a colony. You know - a bride of lions!
We were also practicing subtraction in the car:
Me: Are you using your fingers to help you figure it out?
Ellen: Yep.
Ellen (later): Ok, Mom. I'm using my brain now, not my fingers.
Watching her first KU basketball game:
Is there glitter for every player? (confetti)
I took Ellen with me to vote and we waited quite a while. We talked about how lucky we were to have the opportunity.
Ellen (thoughtful): Is Santa a kind of government?
Last night:
Santa doesn't have a naughty list, just a nice list.
Me: Oh yeah?
Ellen: Yeah. Know why? A naughty list is just rude.
And, more from me in my traditional sentimental mom post HERE if you're so inclined ....
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