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Will You Marry Me?

§ December 14th, 2010 § Filed under Stories § Tagged , , , , , § 2 Comments

Through a strange series of questions and topics while snuggling in bed with Ty last night, he informed Dave and me that he plans on marrying his little sister, Emme.

This doesn’t alarm me at all — I know that this is totally normal as kids grow up and explore family relationships and love.  Often times a kindergartener will want to marry the parent of the opposite sex.  Ty used to want to marry me, but I have been ousted for the new and improved model…little sister.

“Oh, Ty, I am so glad you love Emme so much.”  Even as I say this I am envisioning the torment she put him through only hours before.  How no matter what he wanted to play with, she snatched it out of his hands and ran off with it.  Not really an inaccurate foreshadowing to marriage, but still…

But just to be silly I ask Ty, “Why don’t you want to marry Lily?”  One of his older sister-cousins.

“Because, Mommy, she. wants. to. be. a. dentist!!!”

Of course, this makes perfect sense to me.

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Click here to learn more about why I don’t like the dentist.

Thankful

§ November 24th, 2010 § Filed under Picture of the Day § Tagged , , , , Comments Off

Recently, we went to Trader Joe’s and Emme took her “I Am Thankful for … _________”   sticker that they handed out and put it right onto her nose and then walked around the rest of the morning smiling at her own ingenuity.  She wore that thing for hours.  And each time I looked at her, I knew exactly what I would put in the blank spot on the sticker. 

Happy Thanksgiving!

Number Five

§ November 15th, 2010 § Filed under Stories § Tagged , , § 5 Comments

So, I have enrolled Emme in a baby movement class. It is a class designed to let one-year-olds move around on mats, jump over things, and crawl around.  She loves it. 

So, during our last class the instructor — who is young and skinny and way way too into this class — asked us what we hoped our kids would get out of it.  What did we want from this class?  The first mom talked about how she wants her daughter to experience peer interaction.  The next mom mentioned a sense of structure.  The next socialization.  And so on.  It sounded like a John Gottman seminar.  As I listening, I realized that all the mom’s had only one kid — the kid in the class.

When it got to me.  I looked the instructor right in the eye and said, “I just want her to be tired when we’re done.”

And that is what happens with number five.

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

§ November 10th, 2010 § Filed under Articles, Stories § Tagged , , , , § 1 Comment

In our house we have an epidemic.  As much as I love each and every one of my kids, they spill.  Like, a lot.  So much so that we have a title that we pass around almost nightly.  The title?  The Spiller.

It goes like this.  Izzy knocks over her milk and it spills everywhere and someone announces, “Izzy is THE SPILLER tonight!!!”  She smiles.  Ah shucks.  I get to be THE SPILLER ?  Cool.

We spill so much around here that also have an expression that immediately  follows any spill.  The glass goes over, water goes everywhere and I shout, “Mobilize the Spill-Unit!!!”  Upon this command,  Jade runs for paper towels, Izzy grabs plates and other gear out of harms way, Lily grabs napkins and goes low — mopping up the drips that are already hitting the floor, and Ty… well, we are working on him.  Usually he helps Jade.  I coordinate.  In this fashion we get spills cleaned up and everything back in order in less than 90 seconds and dinner continues.  We are a well-oiled machine.

Except for the time that Lily overwhelmed the Spill-Unit with FOUR back to back spills.  No sooner had everything been put right when.. bloooppp… over went another glass.  She spilled Jade’s milk, Ty’s milk and her own milk…twice.  It was epic.  We still talk about it when the conversation lags.  Hey, remember that ONE TIME when Lily was like the Spiller-Extraordinaire?    Oh yeah, we all say, that was epic!  Then we sort of chuckle.  But the chuckling doesn’t last because another spill is iminent and we have to be ready, on our guard for possible spill-unit mobilization.

Usually the SPILLER is Izzy.  That girl could enter the Olympics if they had a SPILLER event and bring home the gold. 

Last night Ty was the spiller.

The night before it was me.  Like I said.  It is an epidemic.

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Click here to see Emme and me during a Me Ra Koh photo shoot (last November) for her upcoming book!!!

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