Since birth she’s always been trying to keep up with the older two. And most of the time, because she can hold her own with them, I think of her and treat her like she’s older than she really is. One night last week as we went in to peek on her before going to bed we saw her sleeping in her bed with her stuffed animals and dolls lying all around her… it was a little nest of sorts with her in the middle of her beloved toys.
I don’t really know what it is that possesses a child to just randomly on a whim pick up that crayon and suddenly decide to make the world (or in this case the bathroom) his canvas. We have crayons out every single day in our house. I do my best when I see a stray one on the floor to nab it lest it suddenly look inviting to my toddler. But, truly they are laying on the school table, in reach, every single day.
Scott has been a huge help and support to me this week… taking time off of work so I can rest up (apparently surgery takes more out of you, then you anticipate)… driving the kids to their activities, helping with school, and meals and cleaning up… So, today, I thought I’d show my appreciation and wear my “My Husband Rocks” tee shirt. My 7 year old looked at my shirt, read it aloud and said, “So, why did you wear that today?
So it was one of _ those _ library trips where I was really regretting going. We were pushing close to past bed time and Momma was tired. But, I knew there were some books on the hold shelf waiting for me and I had two bags of books in the van to return, so I figured we’d run in “real quick.” But, of course, it wasn’t real quick. I had to help my Kindergartner find a book on cats for her science book.
This afternoon I was finishing up in the shower, when my youngest walked into the bathroom. I told him, “Hold on bud, Momma’ just needs a minute. Can you give me some privacy?”
His response?
No Mommy. I can’t. I can’t find your pivacy. Neither can I…. going on 9 years now since I lost it.
The youngest circus member is 2 and a half now. (HOW CAN THAT BE?) And I have to tell you he makes me laugh. EVERY.SINGLE.DAY with the cute little things he says, the WAY he says them and those precious little facial expressions. He totally has my heart.
He still LOVES choo-choos. Plays with them every day. He has also recently started enjoying Sesame Street…particularly Elmo (who he affectionately calls Emo) (like Nemo only no N) He loves to run around the circle on our main level… many, many times a day he will run laps around that circle then come to me and say “faster and faster?
I am a words person. Always have been. I love cards, and notes, texts and e-mails. And I save them. Yup… every note Scott ever passed me in high school, every birthday card, Valentine card, anniversary card… I have them all in a box.
So, it should come as no surprise, that when my kids start writing, I started hoarding those precious words as well. I know can’t save them all, but I do try to save the “significant ones”.
I was scrolling around on pinterest one night and a graphic caught my eye that made me stop in my tracks. It showed 2 sides of the brains and listed descriptions for left/brain right brain people.
I think often people are largely a little bit of both. However, when I looked at this graphic, it was like a portrait of my daughters.
I swear my 6 year old could be the poster child for the left brained person.
Not sure which I like best about this snapshot, the smiles on the girls faces, my daughters hand in the peanut butter jar or my son sneaking yet another lick out of the bowl….