Nicholas ran across flat daddy the other day before I had a chance to tuck him away to wait for the right time for a big reveal--like when I had my camera ready and the energy for the inevitable mayhem...
Seemingly no fear. She's always been this way. It comes across as innate confidence that is stunning.
Fiercely independent in most ways.
During dinner she'll often get up from her chair and come give me a hug and say "thank you" even though she hardly eats anything.
Capable of just hanging out alone, which is a hard skill to learn in our house. She'll often wander outside and play alone for half an hour or more just picking grass or practicing swinging. Catch her eye through the window and she'll smile or stick out her tongue and then she's on her way.
There's something about crossing over into Mississippi that changes your frame of mind. I don't drive as fast; the landscape becomes rural nearly immediately on our route; and, the heat and humidity emanate. Just a few miles North it is just plain hot and yucky, but when you cross into here it feels like a novel. It feels slower and haunted and quiet even though the same four kids are laughing at a movie in the car with the AC blasting air on their faces. The road wanders and the landscape is green, overgrown. The small towns you drive through are quiet on Sunday afternoons and whisper about the things that they've seen.
So the drive to our friends' puts me in the right frame of mind for slow Sunday afternoons of chocolate cake and spraying 40 degree well water from a hose at each other. The adults sit and talk and the kids run in and out. We're a big sweaty mess when the time comes to find some dry clothes and settle back into the car. And that is what Sunday afternoons should be I think.
I meandered through Target for two hours and talked with Patric, just talked. I can count on one hand the times in the past six months I've done that. Actually, I can count on one finger the times in the past six months I've done that.
And without further delay, click here to see why my kids didn't mind me abandoning them and how good, brave friends sustain me.
Trying not to laugh by shoving your own chin up really doesn't work.
They will wear hair bows for approximately 10 seconds. So, they have bangs.
Alida became seriously attached to our friend's dog Ranger. She pretends to be a cat or a horse or a dog most every day. I went to give her a hug the other day and instead of a hug she reared her head back to "neigh" like a pony and popped me in the face. That was a week ago; my cheekbone is still tender.
Why I don't get to eat much. They will abandon their own plates of food to take mine from me, smiling the whole time like they know how evil that is.
When we bought 4 umbrellas in February, Elaine insisted that she have a Spiderman umbrella like her brothers' instead of a princess one like Alida. She regrets that decision now.
Perhaps he is explaining to her why boys use the potty standing up and girls don't. It has been an issue for her and she's aggravated at all the options those boys have that she doesn't.
It is striking how important their work is sometimes.
I don't understand their games half the time.
Took a picture of the Mother's Day cards from preschool thinking they would be destroyed within 5 minutes. They're still there. They make me happy.