Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Lucie: For me? My want to wear dos tiny diapers.
Janice: No, they are for the new brother or sister that is going to join our family.
Lucie: Dat baby in your belly?
Janice: Yep. Aren't they tiny?
Lucie: There no baby in my belly. Put your baby in Oliver's belly (a schoolmate). Dat baby come tomorrow?
Janice: No, not for a long time.
Lucie: Put those tiny diapers away then. Put dem back for long time and help me make a nicnic (picnic).
Before Grayson was even born, Rob and I made a pact not to introduce him to music targeted at his age group. This fear of having the radio hijacked by the soundtrack to The Lion King was planted after riding in too many mini-vans with friends and having to yell out conversation over manic versions of Baby Beluga. If we had tried listening to something else, say NPR or even The Beatles, the kids in the backseat would scream until they either passed out or gagged all over the leather interior.
Two kids later and the pact is still holding firm in our mini-van. In fact, both kids often tell us to turn up the volume when we're listening to our music, and particularly love the song "New Shoes" by Paolo Nutini. Like magic, the music can cure the grumpiest of moods just by blasting it really loud and dancing together in the living room.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
We've spent the last week saying goodbye to our dear friends, the Mills, who are headed off to Oregon to assume leadership of a church there. Those Corvallis women are going to have to step it up to compete with Kir's lipstick and high heeled chicness! While their friendship with us and between our kids is irreplaceable, Rob and I are holding out hope that any new friends will be closer to the 5-foot mark, thus making us feel less like shrimps who belong at the kid's table. Wishing you sunny days and large houses filled with lots of family time, Mills family!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I'm still smiling from the old-fashioned joy of gathering with neighbors on a blanket to ooh and aah at the nighttime sky. And to collectively groan at Enrique's musical choreography: "I could be your hero, Baby!"
While we were thankful for any possibilities last week during a little pre-term labor scare, I'm glad to have a few more months to continue the search.
"My no like .... dragonflies, lizards, trees with star-shaped leaves or droppings of any kind, pool grout, black cats, Christmas tree lights, fireworks, balloons ...."