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).

The Things They Say

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I am settling little girls to rest time… sitting on a chair in the office, task focused to get everything settled- when suddenly, a little blond girl pops up…. hair rumpled, blue eyes alight… and she says,

“Mommy, that’s Joshua! Joshua’s fluting!” Sure enough… strains of flute music practice can be heard over the air purifier and the music am I trying to start on the computer..

“Fluting” – The Things They Say

II

Driving down the last road before the turn of our development, several of us have been delighted to observe ground hogs. Big ones, and babies. Tucked in the grass, on the roadside. Munching.

Recently-  two teens …one newly fledged and one, the oldest… and Joshua… passing by this spot with me as we head home:

Suddenly, delighted exclamation:

“Look Josh! A Beaver!!” And the sweet one really meant it.

Oh!!! How we laughed and laughed.

The little husky ground hog was upright munching grass. Our beaver.

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The Things They Say

I am at the coffee pot and it is a morning flurry. The day before a trip. A day full of running teen-agers places: jobs, lessons. I have dough in the mixer and a fresh blueberry cake in the fridge. The counter is a crumble. Little girls are spinning through the minutes.

It is time to go and I am hurriedly making a coffee travel cup. Last minute sunscreen applications are happening. Littlest one decides to ride with me on the first venture of the day. She gathers her juice; her snack… and then I hear…

her confident voice rising,

“Let’s move it!”

(Did she really just say that? She did!!)

She’s ready and she’s rallying.

How I laugh! And we laugh.

“Let’s move it!”

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The Things The Say

My girl, M, has delighted in an adorable caterpillar/butterfly shirt from Target.  This shirt was a gift from my Mom. It has a little pocket with a caterpillar printed inside of it.  It truly is the most precious shirt and she claimed it at once. It has been her very favorite and she loves to wear it.

Today, I was at work in her room and she was reposing in her bed, soothing rumpled emotions. Tear streaked cheeks and sorrow amidst.

Suddenly, I pull this beloved caterpillar shirt out of the basket on my little girls’ dresser.

“How did this get here?!” I exclaim. I was certain sure my girl was wearing this very shirt this very day.

She jumps up from her bed with a gasp and grabs a handful of the shirt that is indeed on her body.

She cries out, “Mommy, it’s twins! It’s twins shirts!”

I laugh!

She laughs.

I never realized we had two of these precious shirts. It had been placed in the basket to keep it for special because we loved it so much and I didn’t realize the one she had been wearing was a second shirt.

She jumps up in excitement and runs with the second shirt in hand- down the stairs to her own twin. Then she puts it carefully in the bag we are packing for Ama’s house. We decide to put both shirts in the bag so the twins can wear the twin shirts at Ama’s.  We pack them both and now she is adorned in a different shirt for this day. A sparkle in the center of a rosette glimmers. She skips away happy.

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The Things They Say

We are driving to church. All together.

The sky is bright, the breeze is cool.

Three little girls sit in the row behind.

Little blond girl, always front and center. She’s always in the middle of three. (Car sickness preventative) Melodee on one side, Norah on the other. All dressed up and pure, darling cuteness. Bows in the hair and each sweet, denim skirt clad.

Suddenly, a plaintive voice…

“My mouth is empty! My mouth is empty!” I look back. She has “frowny” eyebrows and a distressed face.

“Why is your mouth empty?” I ask.

“Because it needs my thumb in it!” She says.

All, utter seriousness. We laugh. She is looking for permission to put that thumb in her mouth. Her empty mouth – the persuading reason.

The Things They Say. (A)

The Things They Say…

From several months ago:

Three little girls are getting ready for bed.

Daddy is at the helm. I am on the sidelines. Helping a bit, catching up on things computer-side as well.

Somehow… we start the round… the round of identifying…

“Mommy, I’m an artist!” she says… with glee…

And I say, “Yes! You’re my artist… and…”

I look at the next little girl, “Maybe you will be a musician!” and Mellie says…”I know what you’re going to say Mommy! You’re going to say I’m your dancer!”

And then all the little girls are my dancer and my musician and my artist…

(and this all stems from weeks ago- when suddenly, my little girl just did look at me and say, “Mommy, I’m an artist.” And she is. She is.)

And then…my Aymee… she clasps her hands together and she says…

with such obvious delight and anticipation:

“And I… I am soon going to be a Reader!”…

And yes, yes she is.

My Reader.

The Things They Say.

The Things They Say and (Recipes and Food Finds!)

“Son, I think you grew!” I say to a rapidly stretching young man of mine.

“Yeah!” He says. “There was that one week when Fig Bar was my life.  I was hungry every five minutes. And Fig Bar! Fig Bar saved the day! They gave me one hour of bliss! One hour when I wasn’t hungry!”

Thankfully, that week of every five minutes of hunger has passed. For now.

Fig Bar! Our newfound true love!

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