The other night, Geoff had to run an errand and I had to do the night time routine of teeth brushing, pajamas, hard working cream, and storytime. While we were getting into pajamas, Hazel crawls onto her toddler bed and lies down to say, “Hazel sad.”
I said, “Why Hazel?”
She says, “Hazel sad because Hazel want Daddy.”
At that point, I tell her when we are sad, we get a hug from people we love to feel better and asks her if she wants a hug. She gets up and happily claims her hug.
We took the girls for the long promised and long overdue ear piercing, and then for some nice indian food after.
Hazel had a poetry assignment for school. They had to create a book with a certain number of different styles of poems, including haikus, cinquain, diamante, ballads, ode, and elegy.
We did Tuesday tacos, and Margot was playing with my phone while we waited. She said she was trying to look mysterious.
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Hazel had a great time at this weeklong summer camp. The week ends with a live performance, where Hazel played the keyboard on one song and sang on another. https://www.schoolofrock.com/locations/pasadena
