Livi…ran in the front door after getting off the bus yesterday. “Mommy! I have a story to tell you!” Her face was bright with excitement. “We put the gingerbread cookies in the oven today (they’re doing a gingerbread unit in kindergarten) and when we went to get them, they were gone!” The gist of her story was that they went searching for clues, found crumbs on the floor of a 2nd grade classroom, then the principal came along, exclaiming that she had seen the gingerbread men running as fast as they could down the hallway. Livi believed every word of it. I just stood there, stunned. I forgot how impressionable/gullible little kids are–even at six. Gabe told her at supper that it wasn’t really true. I don’t know about this…
Ava…loves baby dolls–and real babies, too. She loves to talk about getting married and having lots of babies. She already has her husband picked out. It’s Peter (as in Pevensie, of London and Narnia). She talks about him all the time. How he only wanted three kids, but “I told him I wanted ten.” “Peter’s at home watching the babies…” “Peter told me he…” “Peter, Peter, Peter…” He is pretty cute–and quite the warrior.
Nina…woke up at midnight crying a very strange, awful cry. She was lying in a pile of vomit (sorry!), super hot, and shivering like crazy. It was a long couple hours with lots of clean-up and bottles of water and trying to help her find a comfortable way to sleep. The rest of the night wasn’t too bad, and after one last throwing up episode at 8 am, she’s been laughing and playing, and her fever hasn’t returned. I hate, hate, hate it when babies/kids/people in general for that matter throw up.
Livi brought home a lovely cupcake in a baggie from Deston’s birthday party at school yesterday. Lots of gooey icing stuck to the baggie. I took it out for her and put it on a plate. She asked for the baggie, so she could lick the icing off. I handed her the plate and baggie, with the warning, “Clean up your mess when you’re done.” She took two steps toward the kitchen table and dropped it all on the floor. “Clean up your mess when you’re done?” she said, “Ha! You mean when I first start?” Oh brother.
Ava–We were having a “McGraw-Hill meeting” at the table this morning–me, Livi, and Ava. Nina was playing contentedly on the floor, chattering and pushing blender buttons (perfectly safe–don’t worry). Usually, Livi and I have the meetings while Ava is off being a mommy to her babies. (Livi is my career woman, does not plan to get married or bear a child.) Ava noticed that I brought my baby (Nina) to “work.” “I don’t have to bring my babies,” she announced. “Peter’s at home taking care of our kids.” Okay, so maybe she’s part feminist after all…
Livi–So, she’s reading everything in sight and is always asking to read my books. I just realized that my new book (that she can’t wait to see) has the word s-e-x on the cover. Lovely. I decided to talk about it a little today. She asked me why there was a candle on my dresser that hadn’t been there before. Hmmm… “Because it’s romantic, and I like to be cuddly and romantic with Daddy at night. That’s what my new book is about. Being cuddly and romantic with your husband.” She smiled.
Ava–About three paragraphs ago, Ava leans in the door (she was playing outside) and says, “To be a nice, good, good mommy, you have to let me not take a nap.” I hide a smile (thinking, more xanga fodder!) and say, “sorry!” “Okay, then you’re not a good, good mommy!” No comment. “Did you hear me? Please! If you let me not take a nap, then I won’t cry and hit you!” ?!?! I told her to come inside, she said no, and slammed the door. I won’t go into details about what happened next. Suffice it to say, she is quite remorseful.
I love that when all these things happen, I don’t have to just ponder them in my heart, I can share them with people I don’t even know! (and people I do know, and people I sort of know but haven’t really met…)