Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Open for business

I am a woman-owned business!

I registered my name and filled out mountains of paperwork, got a federal employer id number, and went through all the state channels, and I am now officially a Business Woman.

With these important numbers in hand, the world is open to me. I can fill out important insurance documentation with a sense of authority. I can visit Costco in the early hours. I can deduct my cell phone for the business expense it is. I can put three little letters (LLC) after the name of my business on the new business cards I will surely need.

It was all much easier than I expected, and I'm surprised at the amount of perks that have and will come from so little effort.

It's a new world. My business, Labor of Love LLC (or, as I now think of it: LOL, LLC -- hehehe), is now officially open.

ETA: Overheard at the city office while applying for said license:
Elizabeth, to another girl: I'm in the second grade!

Sunday, March 16, 2008


Five things about the girls:


1. She has a tendency to overexplain, or over-adjectivize; not sure how to characterize it. But she often says things like, "I'm the kid pretending to be a nice princess who likes wearing blue!"

2. She has caught the prayer bug. She loves to pray. Whenever a prayer is being said, she eagerly volunteers herself, although she may not say the typical things and even though she closes by saying "and the name is Jesus Christ" instead of "in the name of." I don't think that any child has ever expressed so much gratitude for flowers, stars, and butterflies.

3. She likes to have books read to her, and then she will repeat what was read as she turns the pages. Sometimes she likes the entire book at once, and sometimes it's a page at a time. She has memorized a few books this way.

4. Snuggles fix anything that's wrong. She can never have enough. Her philosophy of life is "I love everybody!"

5. She is extremely sensitive to scary movies or cartoons. For example, she doesn't like the tense moments of Mariposa, the new Barbie Fairytopia installment. She will either hide her head under a pillow or leave the room if the music gets too suspenseful or the darkness grows on the TV.


1. It's easy to slip into superlatives with Elizabeth. She is the smartest little girl I've ever known. She taught herself to read and write, and she is a fantastic artist. She knows what mammals, marsupials, ungulates, and monotremes are. She also can tell you what dihydrogen oxide is better known as, as well as its three states.

2. She frequently makes up her own songs. Sometimes she uses existing tunes and her own words. Yesterday in the bathtub I overheard her singing a lovely, introspective, non-animal version of "Old Macdonald" in a minor key.

3. She was recently caught after a cupcake-decorating party, putting frosting and sprinkles on the skin of her apple.

4. I once told her "you don't know if you like it until you try it." She took it to heart, and is quite adventurous about trying new foods.

5. She loves her family. She tells us several times a day.


Eliz: "Angela, what starts with P?"

Angela: "Hmm. Nuts?"

Eliz: "No, Angela. P says 'puh.'"

Angela: "Oh! PEANUTS!"

That's my girl. :)


Doesn't everyone want to have their child taken seriously?

If they do, then why do they burden their child with a made-up, strangely-spelled, literacy-impeding name?

We went to the library last week and I was stunned by the names of the local children pinned up on the wall of the youth section, so perplexed that I had to write them down so I wouldn't distrust my memory later.

Here are some samples of this shameful trend in names:


And, the one that tops the unfortunate Kenadee I've been citing for years as The Worst Child Name Ever:


My dear friend tells me a relative named their child Brydnn.

There is no end to my disbelief. These children will spend their lives spelling or correcting pronunciation of their names for other people.

"No, that's Alexxa with TWO x's."

"Audrye, R-Y-E, not R-E-Y."

"Ken-a-di. Just like it sounds."
Stop making up names. Spell names correctly.

When the baby was born, did the parents really think:
"Oh, he's here! It's Brydee!"

This yearning for individualism (or whatever it is) ends up looking quite similar to a lack of education. It encourages misspellings and phonics over grammar, a trend I believe equal to "wars and rumors of wars" as a sign of impending doom. Language matters. It's how we communicate. Making up names or turning "Jill" into "Jyl" or "Jiyll" is detrimental, both to your child's ability to be taken seriously later in life and their ability to make sense out of language.

Seriously. Stop cursing your children.


She had three shiny quarters.
And, best of all, she had a brand new purple plastic purse that played a jaunty tune when it was opened.

Elizabeth read these sentences, out loud, to herself, without help, the other day.

I'm impressed beyond words, but I'm also sure this is only a small glimpse of what she's capable of doing.

Just wait, Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Josie, until you get her cards in the mail. She did those also without help.