Kudos to anyone picking up on the literary reference in the title.  Not a lot of kudos though; it’s a pretty simple one.  Maybe just one kudo.  And just to show off my brainy self, did you know that there’s no such thing as a single kudo?  Kudos is both the singular and the plural form of the noun.

Speaking of nouns, Milly did Mad Libs with me this morning.  How was that for a segue?  I’ll be honest; I merely stumbled onto it.

Anyway, I had some extra time with Milly today.  She was feeling a little sick.  Sniffles, really, but Amanda kept her out and asked if she could bring her over if she didn’t take her to school by 10.  I said, “Of course.”  Amanda and I both made sure Milly knew that staying out of school didn’t mean it was a day to play and do whatever she wanted though.  Amanda had the passenger window rolled down as she was talking to me, but what I mainly remember about it (aside form it being the first time that Amanda pulled all the way into the carport) was that Milly was concerned about a tiny mosquito that was down by the wheel getting into the car.

Laura, Tristen’s mom, had bought Milly a little stuffed chair like the one she’s got at home a week or two ago, so she sat in that while I worked.  Well, I eventually got to work.  We did a couple Mad Libs first then she read a chapter of Roscoe Riley Rules #7: Never Race a Runaway Pumpkin.

Mrs. Stevens, Milly’s teacher, has been reading them Roscoe Riley books.  I had a meeting with her maybe a month ago just to get to know her since I didn’t make it to the open house (I went to the memorial for Louise Lanter) and Milly was reading a Roscoe Riley book the whole time.  The one she was reading today was one Amanda bought for her.  Milly had told me she read several chapters on a car ride recently.  I love that she loves to read.  I’m planning on buying the whole series for her for Christmas.

Anyway, Milly read a chapter out loud to me (which was great, but every time she read “Dad” I thought she was about to say something to me, and I was also trying to work while she did it), then, since she only had a chapter or two left, I encouraged her to go ahead and finish it, so she did.

Milly spent a good bit of time after that drawing and doing crafts in her room.  I finally got to a point where I could take a break from work so snuggled up and played Oregon Trail, which I introduced her to a couple weeks ago.  Tristen drowned in four and a half feet of water when we tried to ford a river that apparently wasn’t shallow enough to ford.  Milly died of cholera, so I was left with Zoey and Samantha (Milly picked all the names), which is a little awkward since Zoey’s not my kid and Sam isn’t my wife.  (I can hear certain people scoffing at that in my head.)

Milly asked me who my favorite character on Inside Out is.  I told her it was probably Sadness.  Hers is Joy, of course.  [prompt type=”left” title=”Members only” message=”This section of this post contains content that is only available to members. Log in or subscribe for access.” button_text=”Subscribe” href=”/account/”]

20-and-15-ClockTristen had stopped at Target or some such on the way home and had picked up a clock for Milly.  It was only a few bucks, but you may recall that I had wanted Milly to have one in her room so she wouldn’t wake me up at the crack of dawn asking if she can get up.

It’s an analog clock, so Milly and I spent a few minutes going over how to read it.  The nice thing about this one is that it also labels the five minute marks.  She got it pretty quick.  We’ll see if she remembers it next time she’s here.

The clock was all white, so I let her decorate it with stickers.  She mostly put Frozen stickers on it, but you’ll see she got create with her labeling.  She ran out of O’s and zeroes, so she turned a C sideways to make a zero so she could call it “20 and 15 (the year) clock”.

We ate dinner, which she did a good job of, even going so far as to appease me by choking down a single leaf of broccoli.  I came to the realization recently that Milly’s problem is that there are plenty of foods she doesn’t dislike, or that she doesn’t even think taste bad; it’s just that they don’t taste great to her, and she only wants to eat the better tasting things.  She wants to eat 8’s, 9’s and 10’s to the point that she won’t allow herself to eat 4’s, 5’s, 6’s and 7’s.  So lately I’ve been trying to drill into (not in these words) that if a food is a 5 or a 6 and it’s good for her, she should just make herself eat it.  Not everything is as yummy as a pizza or mac and cheese, but other foods are good too, and a lot of healthy foods are good.  You just have to make yourself eat them.

After dinner I forgot she was “sick” and we all chased each other around the house playing Tag.  Tristen and I introduced her to Red Rover, which I was a little surprised she’d never played before.  Duck Duck Goose has been ridiculously popular every time I’ve been WatchDOG at her school, so maybe we’ll try that next time.  Assuming they’re allowed to play it, of course.