The Things They Say

I noticed recently… a wee, small girl’s appetite picked up. She was hungry. Frequently.

A little while later… she came to me to whisper in my ear:

“Mommy, I think I’m growing. I was walking down the stairs and I felt myself taller.”

Then… a little while after that… she went to her slightly taller twin sister… and discussed the matter with her. This led to the following moment- which was authentic- although I did then stage it to capture it fully… as they stood back to back to get a “feel” of their heights.  This young one has a twin who is taller, and who has lost a tooth well before hers has even loosened.  It is a bit of a trial at times. 😉 She takes it with good grace.

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I smile at my little girls enjoying luxury bubbles. One says, “You are the nicest Mommy with your smile!” I make a remark of surprise about this (and I think in my mind… didn’t I just read a post (it was Mystie Winkler- Simply Convivial) about the power of a smile and a hug?… it really is true! I need to write that down…) and then one girl remarks to the other about dear friends of ours who have “big” girls who have a special, special bond with our “little” girls… and their smile(s). (She was talking about you, Johanna. 🙂 – the impact of your smile!!! )

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Driving home on birthday night…the happy conversation turns to the birthday meal awaiting us.

A certain small son remembers a “glorious” meal at Ama’s…

“where there were hot dogs with no limit, hamburgers, and roasted (on the grill) corn on the cob”

The talk swirls in memory around those delicious roasted corn cobs…, the hamburgers…and of course, the hot dogs!

Hot dogs with no limits. At our house, the limit is two. Protection from over-consumption of nitrates and other bad components. But at Ama’s- the provision of food and the bounty is notorious! And… it has made a strong impression!

It was glorious! “Hot dogs with no limits”

The Things They Say (and do).

She’s Five

My darling turned five today (3.8) and this post is for her, not for me, although I so desperately want to write the post that is for me- the one that reflects on the reality of leaving the preschool years behind (for now… what hopeful words those are….for now) and the heart full and mind overwhelming stage I find myself in. How is it that you can look back on your own self with such nostalgia? But I do.

But for her… this day…

 

was full of three, small chirping girlies….

-and there was one who struggled a bit to find happiness in her sister’s special day. After a personal struggle, she managed to turn it around- I am grateful to say- and it is noteworthy- because said girl recognized it, reflected on it, and remarked on her turn-around later (during the cookie party).  She chose what was good. I am so glad.

 

It was full of a slow, unfolding delight.

 

Special Breakfast: Cinnamon Roll Biscuits, Scrambled Eggs, Berries

 

Birthday song and Pictures

 

Her choice of hymn: Go Tell It On The Mountain

A stab at a birthday poem: we settled for Now We Are Six.

It wasn’t quite …but we made do.

A blessing.

 

A birthday gift (or two)

 

Long hours at play

 

The start of a new chapter book at rest time- and what SOLID delight to begin Misty of Chincoteague!

 

A whirlwind spin outside in the cold (for them, not me)

 

Everyone- all of us (minus Todd) home all. day.  All day.  I don’t think I fully realized this until now, and I certainly didn’t make the most of this. But, now, in this moment- I realize.

 

A drive out to Boy Scouts and four I love playing “I Spy” all the way home…

 

Her dinner: Hot dogs and rolls, chips, carrots, cucumbers, peppers, special sauce, raspberries, blueberries, and strawberries. Lemonade.

 

A bubble bath (with jets that somehow ramped the experience up to the best day of the whole year! and rocketed me into best Mommy position!)

 

Tiny painted toes

 

A Cookie Celebration Party and Lemonade in blue polka dot tea cups

 

The Promise of a Family Party on Sunday with Gifts, and Cake, and Pizza, and Popcorn.

 

Elenorah.

 

She’s Five.