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Our bedtime routine goes more or less something like this: diapers and jammies on, brush teeth, read stories, say prayers, kisses to Tess (who is then carted off to the pack ‘n play in the spare room where the girls won’t bother her sleep), kisses and hugs to both girls, and then a “story from when you were a little kid” from me or Isaac (depending on who has the energy that night).  Sounds easy enough – eh?  Not really, but that will have to be saved for another day.  Tonight, I was nominated to deliver a story.  I had quite a time thinking of one, as in my mind I ran over the different eras of my life (California Days? No.  Knight Island?  Knik River Road? Something about the stepbrothers and sisters? No. No. No. Most of that’s been covered.)  Finally I decided to recant something from my “Year in Germany”.  The story (with comments from a certain 4-year old) went something like this.

“So, let’s see.  Well, you guys know I speak a little German to you now and again right?  Well, that comes from the year I spent in Germany.  I remember the day I left for Germany…I don’t think Uncle Gregory came with us to the airport.”

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t know.  Good question.  All I remember is that he and I did dishes together that evening.  We were having such a good conversation and we were laughing a lot and all of a sudden I was sad to be going.”

“Why”

“Because I was going to be leaving for a whole year and knew that I would miss him, and thought for just a split second of maybe not going after all.”

“Why”

“Because I thought Gregory needed me there.  We needed each other.  Anyway, I remember that he didn’t go with us to the airport because Opa and I said goodbye to him out in the driveway and then took off down the road.  I glanced back at one point and saw Gregory running after us and waving.  I thought maybe he was sad that I was leaving.”

“Why was he sad.”

“Well, because one day when you go away from home we’ll be sad that you’re leaving, too.”

The misty eyes came before this last sentence, but after it, the flood gates were opened.

“What’s the matter, babe?  What did I say?  Why are you crying?”

“I’m crying because you said something very naughty, Mama!”

“What?”

“That I have to go away!”

“No, no.  I said when you go away.  Like to college, or when you get married.  Don’t you want to do that?”

“No.”

“Okay, you can just live with us then – as long as you want.”

“Until I die?”

“Sure.”

These kids…man, oh, man.  Sometimes I find myself embracing them and never wanting to let go, lately I find myself I’m hiding from them.  And as long as it takes for them to find me is what I consider to be my “alone time”.  It usually lasts about a minute or less (our house is very small), but hey, it’s something.  I never realized how much I am really needed or how many times I get up from a sitting position during the day to meet their needs, until I was stricken with the flu.  I’ve spent the last few days doing the kind of “half-sleep” that only parents know.  With the eye closest to the couch closed, while the other opens and closes every 30 seconds or so to do patrol.  “Resting your eye”, I guess you can say.  I’ve also found myself waiting, praying, for the sleep jerks of a sick child, and then the slow, steady, deep breathing, so that I know it’s safe to venture back to my own bed. 

I wonder, did my mom and dad feel for my sleep jerks, too?  Being the 5th of 7 children, I highly doubt it.  Most often, I probably just fell asleep during whatever evening activity was taking place.  I have many memories of falling asleep in one spot and waking up in my bed the next morning surprised, always thinking that I sleep-walked there.  Other times I actually remember the weightlessness I felt as my dad or mom toted me off to bed, head on shoulder.  Unlike my own children, I’m pretty sure I “transfered well”.

The worst thing about the kind of flu I had, though, was that it was feverless.  A fever is always the best excuse to get people feeling really sorry for you, to the point where they demand that you get some rest.  “The chills”? Doesn’t sound so serious.  “Aching muscles”? That either.  But a fever?  Yes, get into bed this very instant, young lady.  No dishes, no laundry, and above all, no taking care of children until you are better!  Yeah, no such luck. 

So, what do you do in such a situation?  The key is to make yourself look, and sound, as sick as you feel.  The hair is very important.  Whatever you do, don’t redo your ponytail mid-day.  Let the hair, and hair tie, fall where it may creating a very “sick” look.  Sweatpants (or any type of jammie pants, really) are “sick” attire.  Anything really well worn is preferred.  And when you answer the phone – give it as much croak as possible.

The day I came down with it started at a lovely 4:45 a.m.  Sophia came into the guest bed where I was trying to get Tess to go back to sleep and ended any chance of that.  She hacked and hacked until Tess was so wide awake she was doing her “happy talk”.  And once the happy talk starts, there’s no going back to sleep in our house.  “Why did you have to come in here Sophia?” I asked, knowing that the day had begun and dreading it.  A minute or so later, as I lay there feeling sorry for myself, she began to get back out of the bed.  When I asked where she was going, she said, “I’m going to go out there and cough so it doesn’t bother you.”  Talk about a heart breaker.

So, tonight, after I said she could live with us forever, I backtracked just a bit and suggested that maybe she can do what she’s mentioned before and have a house next to ours and that I can come over and visit every day.  And she said, “No, I’ll come and visit you.”  And I said ok.  It’s a good compromise.

Here’s a few more pics to hold the grandparents over:

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Life and Sisters

The ONLY funny thing about Sophia scolding Jolie is that she sounds just like me. Tonight I heard her go in her room after she’d brushed her teeth. She was ready to get into bed. Jolie, on the other hand, was having a rough time and standing, crying in her crib. “Jolie,” says Sophia, in her most serious, Mommy-tone that she can muster, “Lie down and go to sleep!”

I heard Sophia in the living room a couple of days ago playing with her dollies and saying the word “serious” every so often. When I got a chance I asked her what “serious” meant. She told me, “It’s when you’re really, really mad.” I felt like Art Linkletter. Except, I was interviewing my own child who was telling me how it is when I’m serious.

Jolie’s one now. And although I try and try to do everything for Jolie that I did for Sophia, I forgot to write a blog post on her birthday. It’s as simple as that. I don’t know what else to say, except that it’s impossible to make things totally fair, and I’ll just have to live with whatever claims of injustice are thrown in my face 20 years from now. The fact, though, is that I can’t blame my lack of time on Sophia. Jolie’s the reason she didn’t get a birthday blog! Her signature pose is one where she’s sitting on the floor with her arms straight up in the air toward me. Well, usually… Tonight was a little different.

Jolie had a hard day today. And it started with a fall off of our way-too-high king sized bed with a hard landing on the floor beside it. Needless to say, she was a little off today. And she kind of showed a mean streak, too. She yelled at both me and Sophia countless times today (not her happy yell, either, but her frown/yell that I’ve only come to know today), and she even pushed Sophia away when Sophia was trying to get a little closer to me during story time. It was as if the fall awakened her to a different side of her personality or something.

She sat in her high chair tonight and didn’t want to eat. Sophia tried to encourage her with a, “It’s yummy, Jolie!” but only received a mean yell back. “Don’t yell at your sister,” I said, with my own frown, finally done with her meanness toward Sophia. Her bottom lip popped out and began to quiver. She was trying so hard not to cry. Sophia, broken hearted for her little sis, said, “Oh, it’s okay Jolie. I’ll come give you a hug.” And as she stepped down from the table, Jolie stretched out those little arms, like she’s done countless times before, but this time in the direction of her sister.

I’m glad they’ll have each other for all the times that life isn’t fair.

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Old MacFarmy

I never knew about Old MacFarmy until Sophia told me about him just the other day.  Oh, you’ve never heard of him?  He’s the other farmer in the Old MacDonald song.  According to Sophia, the lyrics go:

Old MacDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o

And Old MacFarmy had some ducks, e-i-e-i-o…

Apparently, he has nothing to do with Old MacDonald.  He just happens to be another farmer who also has animals.  I learn so much every day from this girl.  🙂

The sun is shining more lately, and I’ve been letting Sophia play outside by herself a little bit.  I’m a little hesitant to have her out of my sight, not because I don’t trust the people here, but more because we have no yard and she literally has to play 3 feet from the house in order for her not to be in the street, and hence, in danger of being hit by a car.  With the sun shining so much, though, it’s hard to make her stay inside.  Yesterday she sat for quite a while on our porch steps blowing bubbles.  And before that she played on her little mini swing set that the neighbor gave her.  I’ve never seen a swing set that was smaller.  I’m the first to admit that I often get out of things Sophia suggests by saying that I’m too big, when really, I could fit through a 2 ft. in diameter tunnel if I wanted to, but I usually don’t want to, and it’s just easier to blame the fact that I’m not little enough to do something.  But, with this particular swing set, I am too big and I would probably destroy it if I tried to put all of my weight on it.

Speaking of weight – Jolie was weighed again a couple of weeks ago.  She is now (if she hasn’t reached it already) approaching 20 pounds.  She ate her first solid food 2 1/2 weeks ago – rice cereal – and has since then tried bananas (thumbs down) and apple juice (thumbs up).  This morning during breakfast I really let stupidity take over when I thought, “Hmmm, Jolie doesn’t like mashed up banana…Maybe she would like it if I just let her gnaw on a fresh whole banana a little bit.”  5 seconds later I was ready to do the Heimlich Maneuver on her because she took a chomp of it and then started to choke (but first she made a face to show how disgusting the banana was).  I was able to remove the chunk with my finger, though, and a few pats on the back later, she was fine.  I, on the other hand, took about 15 minutes to recover as I rocked her and wondered where my brain had been at that moment.

We took a hike on a rocky beach the other weekend.  Sophia is turning out to be such an outdoor girl.  She loves the challenge of different terrain and can keep up better and better all the time.  Here are a few pictures from that day.

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I swear I sit down to type and Jolie senses it and instantly needs my attention. Even as I type now she’s calling out for me. It’s a test of will – I’ll try to win this time.

Today she spent the better part of the afternoon blowing raspberries at me. Maybe that would have been a good time to sit and type, but, then again, I was far too amused to do anything but stare in awe of this little baby girl of 4 1/2 months.

Sophia’s been getting her to laugh more and more these past couple of weeks. She recently was given a game from a friend of ours called Pretty Pretty Princess, where the object is to be the first one to decorate yourself completely with your set of jewelry. She decorated Jolie the other day and they both were giggling pretty good about it.

One of Sophia’s all time favorite things to do these days is dress up for us. She dressed up in her jewelry, ballet attire, and her head band the other day, came in and asked, “Don’t I look boo-tee-ful Mama?” She insisted on leaving the tag on the headband because it made it “more cool”.

She helped me make cookies for Valentine’s Day. When I opened our big bucket of flour her eyes lit up and she asked if she could sink her hands in it. “We have to wash our hands first,” I replied, “They’re dirty.” She put her fingers up to her nostrils, took a big whiff, and said, “I just smelled ’em Mom. I think they’re purdy good.”

She’s been enjoying a book lately called, That’s Disgusting by Francesco Pittau and Bernadette Gervais, where the authors list many things that are disgusting – like playing in the cat litter, or pooping in the bathtub. We sat around the other day thinking of our own disgusting things. Sophia came up with: Brushing the toilet with your tooth brush! – That’s disgusting! And – Eating your fingers! – That’s disgusting! At one point, Isaac came up with: Licking your shoe! – That’s disgusting! Sophia’s face was priceless. She asked, “That is disgusting, looking your shoe?” And we said, “Yes.” She hesitated for a moment before saying, “I don’t do THAT anymore!”

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Sophiecdotes

Today was the first day that Jolie laughed out loud. Can anyone guess who made her laugh? Sophia, of course. Well, Jolie’s not the only one who Sophia is cracking up these days. Here are a couple of instances where this little girl has brought a smile to her mama’s and papa’s faces lately.

Sophia sat at the computer “typing” away the other day, while Isaac and I busied ourselves with meaningful tasks, like changing diapers and checking to see if a diaper needed to be changed. Isaac finally asked what Sophia was doing, and without missing a beat she said, “I’m doing a blog.”

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Isaac asked Sophia while I was at the library if she wanted to watch a movie with him. Kind of a rhetorical question… He then asked if she wanted to watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Now, Sophia has known about this particular princess Snow White for a few months, but had never heard the story of her and her dwarfs. So her response was, “What?!” “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,” he said. “Papa, did you said Snow White and the Seven Yellow Warblers?” (When Isaac told me this story, I laughed out loud for literally a full minute. This is what happens when your daughter has a father who’s obsessed with birds.)

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Your nieces loved their package. Thanks Auntie Tara.

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This big sister thing…

…is going a little too far.

I’m sure you can all come up with some pretty great quotes for this one.

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