Jan 9/2015, photopost: She texts now

So, generally when I'm at work and the family is out and about or at home, I communicate with my husband via instant message.  Google hangouts has made it so that this is integrated with texting via the cell phone, so it's kind of like texting but from my computer.

Anyway, The Girl has figured out that she can text me via her dad's phone while I'm at work.  Because our car stereos have all been fitted with bluetooth adapters, he usually lets her control the music via his phone on the way home from school.  This is when she takes the opportunity to chat with me.

Today, she got on the chat to let me know that she had been chosen to read the "news" at her school.  They have a daily morning news show that broadcasts into all the classes, and apparently she gets to be one of the anchors on Monday with her friend, H.

I'm delighted for her, obviously.  I hope she does great, but I'm proud that she wanted to do it.
However, the chuckle that I got today is from her overwhelming love of the emojis:

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that once she gets her own device from which she can text/IM/chat, I'm going to hate it all of the time.

January 7, 2015: No

So, dinner is a fight every night.  We made the mistake for a while of letting The Girl eat whatever she wanted at dinner time, even if it deviated from our own meal.  This means, you guessed it, making 2 meals.  We've decided, about a year ago, to stop doing that.
Tonight, dinner was pasta and chicken pesto.  She doesn't like pesto.  I respect that.
So, while boiling the pasta, I asked her if she wanted some.  She responded with her new pre-tween voice, "fine."
When it was done, I asked if her if she wanted butter on it.
The Girl: No
Me: Are you sure?
TG:  No butter
Me: it'll be better with something like butter or some parmesan cheese on it.
TG: No.
Me: Seriously, do you want me to put butter on it?
TG: No.
Me: Nothing at all, then.  Just confirming now, NO butter, right.
TG: No butter.

About 5 minutes later we sat down to eat, and she evaluates her bowl of plain pasta.

TG: Can I have some butter?
Me: /facetable