Sunday, March 22, 2015
It cannot have been that long. Government conspiracy. God is messing with me. Sheer lunacy.
Or maybe it has been that long since she has now begun taking those tentative steps, says words, even strings some words together ('bye-bye' and 'hi there' counts).
What do I know about Sage?
Whatever she wants me to know.
Her emotions are intense and immediate. She is the most possessive non-adult I have ever met. She loves meatballs and raisins (yes, I know, choking hazards, so tasty though...). Her laugh sounds like it comes from somewhere deeper inside the body than laughs typically come from. She likes to dance but prefers to laugh at other people when they dance. When she hears clapping she knows that it is directed toward and in appreciation of her. She may have strawberry blonde hair.
She's a HANDFUL. Two, in fact.
It's not a secret that the baby stage is hard for my go go go personality. But she has been a delight and I've been blessed to have a baby who actually sleeps. I am terrified to be at the point in her life where I have to start teaching her things, things that involve actual teaching and not just redirection.
Friday, March 20, 2015
What's the real reason I don't have the time I want to read aloud with Marley and Solomon?
My attention span?
Sage's possessive crazy-baby business?
I spend a lot of time researching books I want to read with my kids and really... That opportunity to read TOGETHER is starting to get to the far end with Marley. Why am I not making this more of a priority?
It's like the question that keeps popping into my head: why am I sending my kids to a place for 8.5 hours a day, 5 days a week? Especially a place that doesn't consider the Bible to be acceptable study. A place that doesn't consider the book of Proverbs to be an invaluable source for educating children?
I keep coming up with reasons why I should take more of a power position with their time and education. But I'm afraid. Of raising socially awkward weird kids, of trying to homeschool with no money (or find social supplementary activities I can afford), of losing out on all those cliche school things I did... afraid I won't have time to write.
I should really be talking about Sage's birthday party. Which we celebrated this evening. It was wonderful. I'll post about that with the pictures tomorrow. Too much brain fog this evening. Goodnight.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
Marley and Solo went to the Happiness Hotel for a fondant flower making party. Robyn taught them how to do it and later I asked Marley to teach me and she says in her best instructor voice, "First you need to buy fondant." To which I reply that I have some that Robyn gave me. Marley than says, "Well if you have a sister nice enough to give you her fondant you take that fondant..."
But she had to pause her instructions because I was laughing so hard.
Sage is almost one. Wild. It goes so fast.
I've enjoyed working on her party. Hope I can say the same about working on her cake in a few days...
Tangled Rapunzel springtime lanterns sparkle party! Very cohesive.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Being greeted at the airport by a man in wacky glasses, a sunhat, and a large cardboard sign that said 'The Winslows'. (My dad)
Watching Solo battle Darth Vader.
Watching Sage watch the little dolls in Its A Small World and then try to jump (repeatedly) in the water.
When myBob asked the blind guy for directions.
Marley being super brave and excited about riding the Seven Dwarves rollercoaster with Bob.
Marley being super selective with her choice of souvenir.
When the Disney cast member asked my kids for their autographs.
Sitting with my mom on the beach.
Playing Balderdash with my favorite people (and winning).
Eating baked brie and ratatouille for my birthday.
Watching my little sister and her new husband dance their first dance.
When Katie dropped meat in Robyn's toes.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
On vacation I experienced a happy pang of nostalgia. Many of them actually, but none so strong as the one I felt as I carried my sleeping son into Brenyn and Plamen's house. The warm air, the dark illuminated only by warm street and house lights. Being bone tired, except now being tired and doing the carrying instead of being tired and getting carried. Microcosms of the bigger pictures, from my past and as a child of God.
I'm so blessed and glad to be made aware of it.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
As I stand as guardian, warden, peacekeeper, and body fluid cleaner upper for skads of children I find myself wondering if getting to drink pineapple Orange juice and eat two snickers almonds for dessert is really enough to make being an adult worthwhile.
Becoming thirty doesn't make me feel old but my baby sister getting married does.
We use to share a room. Her crying got on my nerves and woke me up. Good luck with your Goodridge Plamen!
The wedding was stunning. Better than pictures could show.
Lindsey's baby makes Marley happy, Solomon confused and Sage very, very angry.