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Shoshanna’s world is currently a world of mohawks, in more ways than one.

On Thursday she went into her skating class very close to passing both USFSA Basic Skills levels 6 and 7 in one class session (kind of… they throw all the level 5-8 kids into one class, so she’d been working on some level 6 skills since January…). At the beginning of her 25 minutes of instructional time, in the penultimate class of the session, one move stood between her and passing level 7: the dreaded inside mohawk.

When I met her outside the rink when she was done, this is what I saw:

Six AND Seven

So that’s one mohawk licked. (I do have video of her doing it, but it’s chock full of video of other people’s kids, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that she’s got it down on both sides.) She has one more week of class so I don’t know what they’ll be doing this Thursday. That’ll be her last skating class until the fall, when she’s planning to enroll in the club’s “Shining Stars” program, which is more intensive group lessons for kids in levels 5-8. After level 8, stuff starts to get real and we have to look at contracting privately with a coach (facilitated through the club) if she wants to really pursue figure skating.

And then on Friday she had a date with Miss Brynn to get that floppy mop on top of her head seen to. She went into the appointment claiming she was going to have Brynn just buzz her entire head, but she decided about 2/3 of the way through that she liked the way it looked.*

Another Mohawk

So that’s the second mohawk.

But the thing is, she had been planning all along to dye her hair blue after it was shorn, which is how we went from this

Mohawk, day 2

to this

and now it's blue...

Apparently her homeroom/math teacher was slightly scandalized, more by the color than the cut. But she loves it and I think if anybody can rock a teal mohawk, it’s my kid.

*It should be noted that I had actually been advocating for the mohawk all along. And the color is semipermanent, though we used more and left it on longer than we have any other time, so who knows how long it’ll stay bluish.


Saturday she asked me why there was a do not enter sign on some stairs at the SCA event we were attending.  It wasn’t formatted like a “do not enter” road sign, it just said “Do Not Enter.”  I asked her how she knew that and she said, “From when we learned signs at school.”

Yesterday we were out running errands… on the offramp from the freeway we stopped behind a red Corolla.  Shoshanna pipes up from the backseat, “Why we are behind a red Toyota?”  We asked her again how she knew that and she said, “It says it on the car!”  She later identified another Toyota for us in the Target parking lot.

While we were AT Target, we were shopping for clothes for her – her latest growth spurt went mostly in a vertical direction and the bulk of her pants were 2″ too short.  I commented to Matthew that we also needed to get her some warm p-a-j-a-m-a-s (because the 2T ones that we have been cramming her into really are too short now).  Shoshanna piped up, “I WANT new pajamas!”

We are well and truly in trouble with this one, I tell ya.

In other news, it’s evaluation central for her these days.  She has her testing for G&T elementary tomorrow morning; I go to do her “social history” for PT evaluation on Thursday morning (that oughta be fun – should I take a copy of her NICU discharge papers, d’you think?), and she has the “educational assessment” for PT (they do a full evaluation work-up for every kid, I guess) at school next Tuesday.  Whew!  But bureaucratic progress is being made, so we can’t complain.

S:  Why… why… why somebody said we were going upstairs to see animals and then I had a question?
Me: [very confused for a moment] Oh, when you went to the aquarium!  What was your question about the penguin at the aquarium?*
S: It was about my penguin at home, how it was different.**
Me: Oh, how is your penguin at home different from the penguin at the aquarium?
S: Oh, it’s not real.

*They had a Q&A with a penguin-keeper when they went on a school field trip to the aquarium a couple of weeks ago.
**The Sucker Grammy bought her a stuffed penguin when we were at the aquarium in April.

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This morning, as I was trying to get Shoshanna moving and into the car (we had a bit of a lazy morning but I did have a whole list of things to do today so I wanted to get her moving), she turned to me and said, “Mama, don’t ask me questions grumpy.”

I apologized and thanked her for pointing out that I was being “grumpy” at her.

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I have commented a number of times that Shoshanna really is just a miniaturized version of her father. It’s true, it really really is. See, for example, this morning.

Shoshanna was quite the tired girl after a weekend of an SCA event on Saturday (no nap, passing out in the car, being half-woken to go to the airport to pick M up from a massively delayed flight, then actually in bed for real) followed by a Sunday involving groceries and a long lunch out with friends and no nap and then swimming. She was in bed by 7 pm yesterday and fell asleep basically immediately, but we still had to wake her up this morning. Normally waking her up (which we usually don’t have to do – usually when she hears our alarm go off, she comes and climbs into our bed and sits on someone’s head) just involves opening her door so she can hear us moving around, but this morning it actually took some effort. And in that process, she rolled over a couple of times only to settle back into the exact same position she’d been sleeping in, without opening her eyes. And then she grabbed for the covers to cover herself back up. Matthew had moved them out of reach, but she kept on trying to grab them.  I hauled her out of her bed and dropped her in ours while I went to get clothes for her and she snuggled down and pulled the covers back over her head again.

All of which is EXACTLY what Matthew does when you try to wake him up. All that was missing was a grumpy voice muttering “five more minutes”. (He even mutters that at the alarm clock.)

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My lack of blogging can be attributed to the massive levels of crazy around here… even more so than usual.

Things that are new, in no particular order:

  • Parallel play has gone the way of the dodo – we are required to participate in very elaborate games of being pigs in mud, or birds, or Dora, Boots, and Diego. The Kanga, Tigger, and Roo phase has passed.
  • I introduced Shoshanna to computer art. Results can be seen on her flickr account. She looooves to “draw on the computer”.
  • We are sick of winter, but Shoshanna did get to go sledding for the first time on Wednesday, with her friend Jordan. She loved it.
  • Another growth spurt. Shoes are getting too small, lots of eating
  • Speaking of eating, Shoshanna has declared herself to be old enough for “glass plates”. So far she’s been using grown-up dishes for a week with no mishaps.
  • Art has become INSANELY representational. People have eyes, mouths, hair, and bodies. Trees and flowers have trunks/stems and tops. It’s really fun to watch.
  • Our March for Babies kickoff was this past Monday. Sabretooth was there which made Shoshanna’s day… she loves mascots. She ran right up to him and flung herself at him – I warned him that she had once stalked Billy Buffalo (which is true). Interesting to note that S has met the mascots of both major professional sports franchises here.

Shoshanna has discovered the power of climbing. She kept climbing into her swing and then falling, so we took it down to prevent her from hurting herself. Then she figured out how to climb into her bouncy seat, which still lives in her room. She thinks making that bounce up and down is downright hilarious. And then, today, she managed to climb into the camp chairs that are currently our only living room furniture. She can’t quite figure out how to get turned around in order to get down from them safely, though.

She also tried to walk off of the edge of the changing table today – fortunately, she was still hanging on to me at the time. Just proves that she’ll walk off the ends of the earth to get to a pacifier (she’d seen one on the floor under her bed and wanted to go get it).

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