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 Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 6:35 pm
Entry Twelve
Diary I am back!
It is sumer now and it is hot. i do not like the hot. i sweat a lot and my hair is thick and i am tired a lot. I tried to not wear clohs one day but Moose said no, it is bad, I think. Felt good tho.
Moose surprized me and flo cuz she took us to see fyrworks! They were KOOOOLLLLL. I have never seen fyrworks before! it was late at nit so i was worried, cuz i don't like dark now, but moose did not let me go. we went to the park cuz thats where they were and had hotdogs, i had a lot of hotdogs, almost five, and set up big green chairs that came in bags.
i wish my friends could have seen them. maybe they did! Next year I will bring Tabby, cuz she must have been scared at home by herself. there were other kids playing with glowy neklacs and they gave me one. it was green. we played all nit until moose told me to sit down.
the fyrworks were loud. they were big and brit, though, so it was nice. i liked the sparkly gold ones; they were the biggest. other kids got skared but i didn't. i had fun. they played music with a band the whole time so it was almost like a movie without pretty princes.
Moose said that when i got bigger i could play with my own fyrworks. i can't wait. i will invite everyone and they will be as big as the park and we will all have fun. maybe then it won't be so hot.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 8:18 am
Entry Thirteen
So, Constance has been feeling a little pent up lately, mainly because I’m not too keen on leaving the house with that damn cat in charge of a dew. “Janet” doesn’t like her, and she doesn’t seem to friendly around it, so…yeah. When Flo came over to watch her today she brought a gift; a little plastic makeup kid. She went nuts! She started scrambling for it, tripping over her own ‘thank you’s, and before long my living room floor was a stylist’s salon. Flo helped her pulled her hair back into a bun, assuring her that all the girls did it when they put on makeup, and used a head band to get the wispy bits of curls out of her face.
We sat in the floor like that for hours just playing with fake makeup. It was long enough for Constance to develop a taste for colors. Apparently Flo didn’t look so good with blue eyelashes, and purple lipstick was the color for me, but only after she got to use it first!
Later that evening, after Flo had left and I was fixing supper I heard a lot of thumping going on upstairs. I looked at “Janet”, all cushioned by the living room window, content in its own little world, and decided to investigate. I slowly crept up the stairs, wary and a little anxious to see what was making all the noise. Had she fallen off her bed? She did love to jump on it….or maybe she’d hit the mirror, and glass was in her head, and…I took a deep breath. Okay, nothing like that would have happened.
When I got upstairs I learned that all the noise was coming from the bathroom, and when I went in, all I could do was stare at the mess, and shout, “Constance!” Facial powder lined the walls and floor, minus what foot prints had already soaked it up. There was a plethora of eye shadow in and around the sink, as well as broken eye liner sticks and lipstick tubes. And there, in the middle of it all was Constance. Her little chubby body was pressed up against the glass mirror, one hand balancing her on the frame while the other haphazardly drew a pair of freakishly large red lips over her existing pair. From what I could see she already had a pair of indigo rings around her eyes large enough to make donuts feel inferior and decorative black swirls on her cheeks. When she saw me, she turned around and held out her hands, sending the lipstick flying into the shower stall.
“Look, mommy, I’m beautiful! Just like a real Princess.” She grinned, and I couldn’t suppress the chuckle. Her teeth were every bit as red as her lips.
I groaned and held my head in my hands. “Sweetheart, you’re beautiful without the makeup, you know that.” I walked up a little closer and gestured at the mess. My face must have looked as annoyed as I felt. “Look at this mess. What have I told you about getting into my things?”
Her little ears flipped back, and I saw her deflate. “I didn’t mean to make a mess, I just…I just wanted to be pretty like you and Aunt Flo.”
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, and tamp down the aggravation I felt over the ruined products and the messed up room. Instead of getting onto her case, I gave her a little smiled and kissed her nose, the only clean spot on her. “Constance, you know I love you, right?”
“Yeah.” She grinned.
“And you know you’re the prettiest Princess of them all, right?”
“The most beautimous.”
“Well, beauty is about subtly. Let’s clean you off, and try again….”
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:12 am
Entry Fourteen
I’ve tried to get Constance to write in her journal for the past few days, but every time she’s put me off in favor of reading to “Janet”, so I guess I’ll be taking over for a little longer.
Thanks to her friend Charis and a few tests it’s been determined that Constance is indeed left handed. I noticed a few days ago that she was writing with her left hand, and trying to manipulate the notebook as best she could when she told me what her friend said. I may have gone a little over board on buying things for her…She’s got special pencils, notebooks, a new journal, binders, the works! Hopefully now she can finally start writing on a regular basis.
But, I digress! The reason I’m writing right now is…dun dun dun…Constance is in gymnastics! She told me that Ourania had joined, and asked if I’d like to enroll Constance was well. I have to admit, it’s an AMAZING idea. For one it gets her out of the house for a while, and it’ll give her something to gab about that isn’t the plot line to one of Flo’s soap operas (which I really WISH she would stop letting her watch while I’m away). Of course, she couldn’t care less about anything other than playing around with new and old friends in a new outfit.
Only time will tell how well she does, though. While her heart is in the right place, Constance isn’t particularly agile, and I’m a little worried she may become discouraged…Hopefully not, though! She’s just so excited, and I really want this to work out for her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 1:04 pm
Entry Fifteen
With the upcoming school year fast approaching I’m debating on whether or not to enroll Constance. Up until this point I’ve been doing well to homeschool her, but with my last year of college rolling around and having to keep up with a job at the same time…I just don’t think I can handle it. I can barely keep up with my own work, let alone help her with hers! She deserves better than some half-a** teaching, anyway.
Flo’s been very encouraging about the whole thing. She thinks that Constance should go to school, if for nothing else than the fact she’ll have other kids to talk to. Which, I guess is a good point. She has friends, but she doesn’t seem them often and having more wouldn’t hurt. Besides, there’s one that’s local and a few of the girls in her gymnastics class attend. Maybe they’ll help her adjust? All I can imagine are the tv movies where the new girl is bullied or turned into a total b***h.
On the plus side Ourania is coming over tonight for a sleep over! I didn’t bat an eye at allowing the little girl to come over, but after all the warnings from Corny I’m a little apprehensive. Just how wild is this kid? I’m hoping that with having “Janet” in the house the girls won’t be as rowdy, since it freaks “her” out, but I’m not holding my breath.
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