Betsy, 2009

I've been reading "B" Is for Betsy to Beth. It's our first foray into a chapter book (other than Ursula LeGuin's Tom Mouse, which is a picture book/chapter book hybrid and is perfectly delightful), and since it was one of my favorites as a kid, well....

She loves it.

I'm realizing just how old that book is! I remember thinking as a kid in the 1970s that it was old-fashioned — maybe written about the time my mom was in school — but it's older than that. Betsy started first grade in 1939, which puts her a year ahead of my dad in school.

And yet...we live in a town where it's perfectly plausible that a little girl would walk past a flower shop and a railroad station to get to school.

Bethism #12

Beth: "Shelby invitayshed me to her birthday party!"

Me: "How neat! Shelby invited you to her birthday party?"

Beth: "Yes, she invitayshed me to her party."

Strange sleeping habits

Scott just (and I mean just) went into the upstairs bathroom to brush his teeth before bed...and found Beth curled up in the bathtub with her pillow, two blankets, and her stuffed sheep.

"Bethie, why are you sleeping in the tub?"

"Because my bed was too hard."

This (and 16 others just like it)

is what's headed to preschool tomorrow to be Beth's birthday treat. That's a curly ribbon tail taped to the bottom of the cupcake that you see over one ear. Gosh, I had fun.


(Now to deal with the princess-themed birthday party coming up on Wednesday. Ack!)