Things I miss about my kids while I'm away:
Sassafras
1. How helpful/loyal/kind/generous she is.
2. The rich dark color of her hair and eyes. How pretty Sass is takes my breath away.
3. Her laugh when something is unexpectedly funny.
4. Her ideas about life.
5. Discussing books with her.
Pickles
1. His curious curious questions.
2. His round cheeks.
3. His hug-a-minute ness
4. How even when he smells like 3-day old overcooked bellybutton, I know where his still smelling good spots are.
5. How sweet he is with the Hamster
Bud
1. His freckles. Oh! His freckles!
2. You know how some kids are snuggle-bears or snuggle-bunnies? Bud is a snuggle-porcupine. The kid is all elbows and knees. And I miss that.
3. He understands and uses puns. He's 5!
4. His quest for justice for all, even though it's usually slanted a little his way. (he is 5 after all)
5. How much he loves me. I've never gotten so many I-love-you notes from anyone.
the Hamster
1. His blue eyes. I could lose an hour or so in them, if he'd let me.
2. The baby that's still in his chubby elbows, thighs, nibblelicious neck, shallow dimples, and raspberry-worthy belly.
3. How much he loves fruit. The kid could put away half a watermelon alone... and he has!
4. Watching him morph from a baby to a big boy. It's painful, beautiful, and amazing.
5. His devotion to Sassafras, his mini-mom.
and so many other things...
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
For Sale
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
This poem kind of relates how Sassafras and I have been getting along lately. Who knew her teenage years would start the day she was born? She has always been a hand-ful, and sometimes two. Sometimes even an extra leg-ful, or whatever rope-I-can-grab-ful.
Sass used to wander away in a store, let's just say Walmart, and not look back. Before she was one. James or I would follow her at a safe distance and watch to see what she was doing. She would never turn around.
To say she is independent is an understatement.
She walked at 8 months. She stood up from the middle of the floor and took two steps.
She sang several songs before she was one. I'm not just using Mommy Memory, we have a recording of it.
She broke both of her arms, in two separate incidences, before she was 4 and a half. One required pins and left a 4 inch scar. I asked the Dr. if perhaps she had delicate bones. No, they're fine, says he, just don't let her climb to the top of the tree, or dance across the back of the couch, or jump off of the podium at church. Let her? LET her? Riiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhht.
She has continued to make our lives interesting. She practices piano daily, without being asked, now that she no longer takes lessons. Did she practice while taking lessons? HA! Only when we duct-taped her to the piano bench.
Sass is our only brown-eyed child. They're not just brown though. They're deep and intense and they actually twinkle when she's happy, and smolder when she's furious.
She coins her own words. Yestertime, Having a tiny-little good time, and Barefooting (verb), among others, have firmly secured themselves in our family vocabulary.
She can sing really well, but usually chooses to create feline-opera noises at the top of her voice instead.
Sassafras has also always been concerned with making sure that everyone is included. It may have something to do with me, but she probably came that way. As a tiny girl, she would bring portions of cake/cookie/candies home to her brothers from a party or play date that only she was invited to.
She read the entire Harry Potter series before she turned 9.
When I read over this post, I'm reminded what a good, sweet, funny, intelligent person she is. Maybe I should just write down or mentally list all the things that make her so great more often. Maybe I won't sell her.
Although, the next time she is pissing me off with her nasty attitude, feel free to make me an offer...
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
This poem kind of relates how Sassafras and I have been getting along lately. Who knew her teenage years would start the day she was born? She has always been a hand-ful, and sometimes two. Sometimes even an extra leg-ful, or whatever rope-I-can-grab-ful.
Sass used to wander away in a store, let's just say Walmart, and not look back. Before she was one. James or I would follow her at a safe distance and watch to see what she was doing. She would never turn around.
To say she is independent is an understatement.
She walked at 8 months. She stood up from the middle of the floor and took two steps.
She sang several songs before she was one. I'm not just using Mommy Memory, we have a recording of it.
She broke both of her arms, in two separate incidences, before she was 4 and a half. One required pins and left a 4 inch scar. I asked the Dr. if perhaps she had delicate bones. No, they're fine, says he, just don't let her climb to the top of the tree, or dance across the back of the couch, or jump off of the podium at church. Let her? LET her? Riiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhht.
She has continued to make our lives interesting. She practices piano daily, without being asked, now that she no longer takes lessons. Did she practice while taking lessons? HA! Only when we duct-taped her to the piano bench.
Sass is our only brown-eyed child. They're not just brown though. They're deep and intense and they actually twinkle when she's happy, and smolder when she's furious.
She coins her own words. Yestertime, Having a tiny-little good time, and Barefooting (verb), among others, have firmly secured themselves in our family vocabulary.
She can sing really well, but usually chooses to create feline-opera noises at the top of her voice instead.
Sassafras has also always been concerned with making sure that everyone is included. It may have something to do with me, but she probably came that way. As a tiny girl, she would bring portions of cake/cookie/candies home to her brothers from a party or play date that only she was invited to.
She read the entire Harry Potter series before she turned 9.
When I read over this post, I'm reminded what a good, sweet, funny, intelligent person she is. Maybe I should just write down or mentally list all the things that make her so great more often. Maybe I won't sell her.
Although, the next time she is pissing me off with her nasty attitude, feel free to make me an offer...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Anyone have a sweet tooth?
Do any of you have a 5 year-old that has had an accident? And that accident is the first one they've ever had since getting out of diapers? And that same 5 year-old can become very embarrassed very quickly? And is also incredibly sensitive about things of that nature? Well we do, and he did. And my heart hurt for him and I wanted to make the whole thing not have happened. So as calmly as I could, I helped him clean up and then hugged him tight. And it is still going to bother him and make him slightly freak the next time he has to use the bathroom. Which may be at school tomorrow. And I won't be there to help him calm down. So I will say a little prayer just for him. And I made it VERY clear to the other kids that they are to pretend like it didn't happen and they are never to mention it again. And I think that's how Heavenly Father treats us when we make a mistake. Not sin, mind you. Just something embarrassing or a slight transgression. It's how we should treat each other. In this highly charged political climate, we would do well to remember that most people try hard to do the right thing and help each other. Especially if they're 5.
Do any of you have a 5 year-old that has had an accident? And that accident is the first one they've ever had since getting out of diapers? And that same 5 year-old can become very embarrassed very quickly? And is also incredibly sensitive about things of that nature? Well we do, and he did. And my heart hurt for him and I wanted to make the whole thing not have happened. So as calmly as I could, I helped him clean up and then hugged him tight. And it is still going to bother him and make him slightly freak the next time he has to use the bathroom. Which may be at school tomorrow. And I won't be there to help him calm down. So I will say a little prayer just for him. And I made it VERY clear to the other kids that they are to pretend like it didn't happen and they are never to mention it again. And I think that's how Heavenly Father treats us when we make a mistake. Not sin, mind you. Just something embarrassing or a slight transgression. It's how we should treat each other. In this highly charged political climate, we would do well to remember that most people try hard to do the right thing and help each other. Especially if they're 5.
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