△ △ △ This photograph will go down as one of my favorites in the history of all my archives. It’s perfectly fitting for this season in our lives. Keller believes it is his mission on earth to take every single thing that is special to the girls and parade around the house with it as they scream for their prized possession. Which, naturally, brings out the fighting and the hoarding. I can’t tell you all the weird places I’ve found the girls’ stash of toys “so that Keller won’t get it”, but one time I found them all in the shower as I was about to turn the water on. This leads to bickering and scratching and hitting. And most days it is funny to me, until I remember life is a whole lot about giving up what you think is rightfully yours. And then I also remember I’m their mother and the one who shows them their world…so we sit down and have the same conversation we had yesterday…for the fiftieth time. I know enough by now, that mothering is not in the huge breakthroughs, but rather the consistency of the everyday. And consistency is hard for me.
△ △ △ Speaking of consistency, we’ve decided to make January our month to officially kick the thumb sucking habit that has had such a tight grip on the schooners for the past few years. Keller’s face pretty much sums up how he feels about it. The girls are totally into it after we told them they could pick whatever they wanted from Target if they were thumb-free by February. You all left some hilarious stories on Facebook and Instagram that had us dying laughing and shaking our heads at the clever ideas your parents had when you were little. Thanks to you, we now have a little calendar that sits on the kitchen table, and Emma Claire faithfully crosses off each day that goes by and she hasn’t sucked her thumb. On the other hand, we find Keller sneaking his “dankee” (blanket) and hiding behind the couch just sucking away all proud of himself. Ah…that child! Don’t let the pucker lips fool you. He is one ham of a man. And did you know he wants a rainbow birthday party for his third birthday in February? Yes, you read that right. Not dump trucks. Rainbows.
Lord, have mercy.
△ △ △ We got snow this weekend (yay!!!!!!) and my children equate that with baking. They began buttering me up with, “Mum, you’re the best baker we know.” And “You’re my favorite girl.” and my personal favorite, “You don’t have to do a thing. Just lay out the ingredients, and we’ll make it.”
△ △ △ We tried to play out in the snow, but it was powdery and the winds were strong enough that we didn’t last long. We took a jaunt up to Utica Square and got bagels and coffee with all the old folks who don’t care about driving in the snow on a Sunday morning either. The schooners had the little park all to themselves and jumped on rocks and hills to their heart’s content. Then Keller’s hands got cold and we learned do not ever let his hands get cold. The freakout of the century happened and Steven canNOT handle freak outs with Keller. (Can you even imagine what he’ll say when I show him my rainbow decorations for the party?!)
In all seriousness, he’s the best snow driver there is. And I need a man around to drive me in the snow. A hot one, at that.
△ △ △ It’s hard to believe, but before the snow came, it was in the fifties here and the kids were running around barefoot outside. They got chalk for Christmas and we finally got a chance to take it out to the patio and draw things. I couldn’t make out much, but rainbows were one of them.
I just ordered “Steady Days”, at my friend’s suggestions, and I’m working on building more of a routine around here with chores, and brushing teeth, and school. I so often forget as I’m cleaning the house that I need to delegate these smaller jobs and that they absolutely love being responsible for a part of our home. They are getting big so so fast and I can hardly believe we’re in the “chore” phase of parenting. This was supposed to happen waaay later, right?!
△ △ △ Emma Claire has been scrunching up her forehead for the past few days trying to figure out how paper is made. I could see the wheels in her head turning and she would come up with suggestions for how she thought it arrived in our office. Things like, “I know! They must cut it up really thin and then paint it white so we have white paper.” This was as she was falling asleep and I was singing to her, so I promised the next day we would look up a video and learn how it was made. We came across this one for kids and it was so cute and easy to understand, I had to share. We are really bad recyclers over here…like, I’m a total skeptic. (Don’t leave me hate mail in the comments, please!) But after that one little video, we just might make paper recycling one of our 2014 goals.
And that’s our weekend wrap-up, folks!!! See you tomorrow with some really good music.