Lucas, you are now four! You told me you were still my little baby though. You also keep asking how many birthdays you will have and if you keep getting bigger all the time and not littler. You don’t look like you are four, so I’ll pretend you’re much younger for awhile.
You are the funniest little man around. You crack us all up with the funny things you say and do. Even when you are mad, you are still funny. We try to contain our laughter at those moments though. You call yourself, “Pookah Bear” and I usually call you, “Bear” now. You tell me that I am your baby all the time. You still twist my hair at every opportunity too. You will pet my head and tell me that you are taking care of me. It is so sweet. You also have a doll in your room that you cook for and carry around and gently tuck into blankets. It melts me. You can be so tender. Whenever you are not feeling happy or you get injured, you cry and tell us that your feelings are hurt. “I can’t walk because my feelings are hurt.” You yell at us if we leave you at a table eating anything alone. “I don’t wanna be awe awone!” You do not like if anyone gives you a mad face. You whine and tell us that you don’t like when we make those mad faces at you. You only like happy faces.
You always greet me by running into me with big, open arms and yelling, “Mama!” You never call me that at any other moment. I’m mommy for the rest of the time. You love for me to play with you and insist on a long play session every day. We have to play with your wooden house, “dad” game, kitty game, and kitchen game. They are all your choosing and made up by you. You love to draw and color. You always have paper and pencils at the ready. You draw lots of cats and houses. During our school time, I have to print you off many coloring pages related to whatever topic we are on so that you can have your jobs to work on. You can write your name and Milo and cat right now, too. You want to do school work when I work with Keely and Milo, so I always have something ready for you to work with me on and some things for you to do alone. You like to paint and do lots of art projects and you are still practicing with “schissors”.
You love playing with cars, trucks, Lego’s, and Playmobil right now. You also like a little bit of time to play a game on my phone or watch Keely and Milo play Minecraft. You are often found curled up with books next to a heater vent too.
Naps are no more for you. You wake up around 7 am and cuddle with me downstairs and are on the go for most of the day. You spend the hours running, playing, and talking constantly. You crash out by 9 pm. You are still a picky eater, just like your siblings were. Your diet is not varied at all. You would eat some kind of noodle for every meal, every day, if we let you. You like us to go out places still. You want us to drive somewhere and do something and when we are done, you ask us to go “just one more place.” You really like to go to Target now and walk down the “noisy toy truck” aisle, so that you can press every sound making button.
Your expressions and mannerisms seem like they belong to someone much older than you. You are a riot with your raised eyebrows and head nods and your, “whelps,” and hands in the air telling us about how that’s just the way something is. You also are super cute when you are happy. You get so excited by snack time or a special event. You squeal and clap your hands and jump around. This is the first year that you were really into Christmas, Valentine’s and your birthday. You were so thrilled with it all. Lucky us who get to be around you Lucas. You make us all smile and I just want to hug you all the time and breathe in that little bit of lingering warm baby smell you still have. Lucas, don’t get to five too fast my little Bear. I’d be lost without you. Happy Birthday my baby boy.
February 19, 2015
Milo you have reached 7 years old this week. You are growing quickly and changing from a little boy to a big guy. You are still a bit short for your age though, so I’ll pretend you are much younger.
Your love of Lego’s have returned and now Minecraft is a tad in the backseat. You analyze ever page in your Lego catalogs. You use them so much the pages are falling out and are all so worn and soft. You always have one nearby you. You love to watch other people’s reviews of Lego sets that you are interested in on YouTube. You beg to do that every day. For any holiday, all you ask for is Lego’s-not one other thing is on your list. You know what you like. You do not like people to mix your sets up and you don’t really like people to play with them. Keely has been playing with you some lately. You give Lucas his own handful of bricks to keep him entertained and mostly out of your prized sets.
We are homeschooling again this year for first grade. You are almost done with the public school’s curriculum for this year, but we are mostly using are own. You love for me to read to you and you can read and decode words really well. You impress me with you number skills too. You can just figure out things before I even finish explaining a way to complete a problem. Yay! to that! You like learning about space too. We even went to watch the launch of a rocket and to see the International Space Station flyby a couple months ago. Unfortunately, the rocket exploded but the experience was still pretty neat. You also made models of the rocket with Lego’s. Writing is still not your thing. You want to spell everything perfectly and if you can’t, then you don’t want to write at all. You are taking your first co-op class this semester. You like it a lot and you look forward to it each week. We are trying to get you interested in taking up an instrument or trying out a sport this spring. You still aren’t that interested in playing with other kids. You are happy to be with your siblings and mostly be at home. You tell me that you will never, ever, ever, go to public school.
You still adore our pets and always want them with you. Keely and you fight over who gets to hold the cats or whose room the cats will lay in. Since Keely is home this year, you are spending more time playing with her and less time with Lucas. He makes you really mad because he doesn’t play with your things the way you want him to. He, of course, thinks you are the greatest thing and wants to be with you and do whatever you do. Keely and you are much closer this year and get along about half of the time. You do yell at any sibling who enters your room. That is sacred ground and the Lego’s must be protected.
You are still very sweet and love to be cuddled, especially at night. Each night I lay with you for a little bit. I have to tell you a story about putting each of your body parts to sleep and then I have to “give” you a dream to think about while you fall asleep. You like your routines. You are good about helping out and cleaning up after yourself. You even clean up after Lucas. You don’t like dishes or toys to be laying around out of place. You do like your Lego’s to be all over every table surface of the house though! You also don’t like wasting things. If there if food left on your plate you want someone else to eat it. If there is a broken toy piece, you don’t want it thrown away. “We can use it for something else! Don’t throw that away, mommy!” Your temper is still there too. You get so angry, so quickly. You yell, growl, storm off, say mean things, make the maddest faces, and slam doors. You usually get over it quickly and apologize. You tell me that you just can’t help it and that when you get so mad you just have to let the madness out in mean words.
Your food choices are still limited, but you just started trying new foods on your own-finally! You even admitted that you are kind of bored eating the same kinds of things. I almost fell over when you voluntarily at some green beans! I hope seven is the year of varied food choices for you. A new development this year is that you don’t like me to take your picture anymore. You used to always jump in front of my camera, but now you get annoyed and make a face or run away. I guess that means fewer pictures from now on.
You requested a Minecraft birthday this year and were so excited about your cake and presents. You counted down the days until your birthday for the whole month and you screamed with happiness over your gifts. You are good at being excited and fun to give gifts too, that’s for sure.
Happy seven years my miggity-moo. I couldn’t love you more!
February 19, 2015
Lucas you are now 3 1/2 years old. You are a fireball-a very cute, smart, loud, fireball. Every time I look at you, I just can’t believe how cute you are-even when you are being a screaming monster. You are pretty short and just a small guy all around. You have the funniest expressions and mannerisms. You have us laughing everyday with the things you say. We all go around repeating your little sayings often.
You tell me you are still a baby when you want to do “baby-ish” things, but when you want to do things that the other kids are doing then you tell me how big you are. You will stand up tall and say, “LOOK! SEE, I am big now!” with a big approving smile. You like to be held like a baby a lot. That means wrapped in a blanket and scooped up in a almost swaddle. You like to hold our hands when walk someplace outside. You love pushing the stroller around our neighborhood like a madman, but do not really ever want to ride in it. Walking around our neighborhood is one of your favorite things to do lately. You ask to take a walk everyday. Finally, late in the summer, you tried getting fully into the big pool and you just loved it. You never stopped smiling. You started doing the funniest little swimming move too. You stuck your legs out behind you and pumped your tush up and down and told us all you knew how to swim now.
You love being part of your siblings games and activities. You try to be like them most of the time until you’ve had enough and then you go off and do your own things with your toys and you don’t want anyone to bother you. You are good at playing alone. I love to listen to the stories you tell while you play with your cars and animals. You use some cute voices for them. You mostly play with your big wooden blocks and matchbox cars. Sometimes trains and Duplos are brought out, but you love building roads and cities for your cars to drive though. When you want to be with Keely and Milo you ask us, “Where are guys at?” “I can’t find my guys!” If I go somewhere alone while you are napping, when I come home you run to me and tell me that, “I lost you! I was crying for you all the time because I just lost you.” Poor little guy.
You sing a lot too. Loudly and often to yourself. You have a few favorite songs. You love “Summertime” by Lana Del Rey and sing it all the time. You won’t let us listen to any slow music. You yell, “NOOOOO!” and tell us it is too sad or too bad. Your favorite color is red. You love to play with your card sets and ask us to play all the time. You are a picky eater. Your top picks are: bananas, pears, yogurt, cereal, noodles, buttered bread, and pizza. You like the t.v. series “Edwardian Farm”, but you call it, “Running Farm.” You love animals, especially dogs, cats, horses, and happy bunnies.
You love to help us when we need it. You help me outside raking and watering the plants. You like to put things away for us and to help sweep. You like your bed to be made in the morning and your room’s floor to not be messy. You do leave your various creations built on every table top downstairs though and I get in so much trouble when I finally clean one of them up. So much crying. Lucas you are also still our screamer. When someone makes you mad or hurts your feelings you screech the loudest screech. I think it sounds like a Pterodactyl call. You tell us you are yelling, “cuz I mad! and _____ is not my friend! They are a meanie head…and I mad because I am!”
You want us to go somewhere everyday. You like for all of us to go together, but you will still go out with me if no one else wants to come. You are pretty good on outings now. You enjoy helping find things and walking/running through the aisles. You like us to walk on the beach and take trips too. You don’t like being in the car for hours though. You enjoy the destination, not the journey.
Happy 3 1/2 Pookah-bear. Your mommy couldn’t love you any more.
August 20, 2014
Milo at 6 1/2 you are still very much my little boy. You are still loveable and love to snuggle. You especially require some love before bedtime and when you wake up. You are still small and certainly do not look like you are 6 1/2. You take after your daddy in that way. You also look just like him as child.
Currently, you are very much into playing Minecraft. Lego’s have taken the backseat lately. You play with Lucas for most of the morning in some sort of invented game with cars and Lego’s. Then you guys make up some crazy, run away / chase or catch each other event through the house or in the backyard. Before lunch you are done with each other and fighting usually. We eat our lunch together and then Lucas takes his nap. We do the majority of our homeschool work during nap time, so that we aren’t interrupted. You can read so good now. I am constantly impressed by how many advanced words you already now. You are great at math too. You just pick it up very easily. Writing, though, you can not stand. It is torture to you. You’ve done great for kindergarten though and we are done for the year now. At this point, I think we are going to stick with homeschooling for next year too.
You are usually very helpful and thoughtful. You really love to help with food preparations. You come running if you hear me getting out the cutting boards. If I drop something, you will pick it up without being asked. You usually clean up after yourself too. You help Lucas if he needs help with something (unless you are mad at the time). You still have your temper though and can quickly change from sweetheart to frowny brow and clinched fists. You really get mad at things you think are unfair . If Keely gets to do or have something you don’t, you will go on and on about it forever-sometimes for days! You fight a lot with Keely. You get hurt a lot too, emotionally and physically. You can be so pitiful sometimes. I have to wrap you up and just love on you until it passes.
You love your animals and if you are not up and playing- you always want an animal next to you. You cuddle and love on them so much. You are always worried about their well being. They all love you in return. They know you have a tender heart.
You love to know how and why things work. Right now, you are all about airplanes and road rules. You have so many questions. I try to answer them all, but I’m often stumped. We have to turn to the internet for answers. You love to go to the airport and watch the planes take-off and land. It is kind of funny because we have at least 20 planes a day flying low over our own back yard. They are military planes though, so I guess that’s different.
You just got your very first loose tooth. Oddly, you aren’t in the least bit interested in it! You didn’t even notice it before I did. You never wiggle it or anything. You were happy to know that you will get some money when it falls out.
You like being with your family still and are just not interested in being with other kids at all. You won’t even go to the park if it’s crowded. You’d rather just play with your siblings. You like for us to go to outdoor/nature walks though. You like to learn about plants and animals and love finding things that you know the names of.
You are an awesome little boy who I am proud to call my son. You are so funny, smart, gentle, and loving. What more could any mom want? I love you Moo-Moo.
June 9, 2014
Keely, you are 10 1/2 now. You are 57 inches tall and skinny. You wear glasses now and are trying to let your hair grow out. You are easily embarrassed and very concerned with what other people think of you right now. You are wearing a school uniform right now every day, so we don’t see your fashion flare lately, but occasionally on the weekends you will put together an awesome ensemble. You also will put on lip gloss and perfume. You are into reading Percy Jackson books, playing on your kindle (mine craft, right now), listening to your current favorite music on your shuffle, and making rainbow loom style bracelets.
You can not stand school. It is “the worst place in the whole galaxy” and can’t wait to be a grown up so you can “do whatever you want”. You do not like any of your teachers and homework makes you so angry. You stay after school sometimes to get extra math help because you do not want to fail and have to go to summer school. You wake up as early as possible so that you can get to school super early. You are worried about being late. As soon as we get home we have to sit down and complete all of the homework before anything else can happen. It is not a fun routine. You stress out a lot about school.
You are fitting in now more with your classmates. You get along with most of them and have a circle of friends. You have a couple of girls that you hang out with the most. You still are best friends with Isis, from your old school too. You write each other letters every week and try to get together on the weekends to visit. You say you want to be like everyone else, so you won’t do anything that you don’t know for sure that your peers are not doing. It drives me insane. I hope that passes soon. You have low self-esteem and it breaks my heart. No matter what we do to try and build you up, you still think you are not smart, not pretty, not good at anything. I hope this is just a temporary thing that you are going through. You have some difficulties learning new skills, practicing, and with anything that requires memorization and that really stresses you out and makes you feel bad. We are trying to get you some help in those areas right now.
You are incredibly funny, witty, and creative. You can write a poem in two seconds. You can make up the best creative stories with no problem. You can read at a 8th-9th grade level. You LOVE animals and are super protective of them. You took horse back riding lessons with Grandpa Don this winter and did really well. You have a natural way with animals. You also still love being outside. Walking in the ocean, picking flowers, riding your bike -all bring your peace. You also love to sleep in your sleeping bag and sleep in as late as possible on the weekends.
You like me this year which is nice. You want to be with me and talk to me and gossip about school. I hope that continues. You’re quite good at imitating your teachers. You do get really mad at me for not letting you do things that “every other kid gets to do”. You will bring up the list of current things several times a week and get so mad at me. Right now your complaints are that: I won’t let you have a cell phone, watch horror movies or The Hunger Games, or ride your bike alone through the neighborhood. I’m sticking to my guns on all of those for this year.
Next year you are begging me to home school you and we just can’t decide what is best for you. I have no idea what we are going to do. You are really looking forward to summer break though. I hope we can start getting outside more now that the weather is warming up and plan some nice summer activities to unwind from a stressful school year.
I love you my Keely. I will always be on your side and be here for you. I hope you just be true to yourself, follow your own path, and look for the good in yourself and the world. You’re always my baby girl. xoxo
April 10, 2014
My littlest last baby is not a baby anymore. Lucas you are three. We can’t believe it. I remember holding you the moment you were born and you and I spending our first night alone together. You were so perfect…tiny, beautiful, and so calm. Now you are so big, funny, loud, capable and really adorable.
You keep our house busy son. You are so full of energy and noise. You make all your demands known and all your grievances. You still have the loudest scream. You have perfected the angry screech. You also have the most wonderful giggly laugh too though. I have to stop whatever I am doing when I hear you laugh, just to savor the sound. It really is like the perfect music. It sometimes makes my eyes tear up because I’m so thankful that you have that feeling of joy and you can express it so easily and fully. You laugh at Milo’s games with you and especially when you see animals doing something entertaining. You can laugh for a such a long stretch that you don’t even take a breath and you look like you might fall over. You better keep that wonderful giggle baby boy.
You sleep next to me every night still and I treasure our warm cuddles and the lingering special baby smell of you. I know these days are numbered. You take one nap a day now and sometimes you go up to your room willingly and other days you kick and scream or you insist on bringing a toy that you loudly play with instead of falling asleep. You wake up pretty early in the morning and drag your blanket to the top of the stairs and repeat, “mooooommy” in a zombie voice until I come and rescue you. We sit together for awhile before you are ready to actually be awake.
During most days you play with Milo and by yourself. You ride you scoot bike through the house, dump toys all over the place, draw, read books, build things with your Legos, and go to your room alone a few times to play. Your favorite toys are a few of your matchbox cars, Lego stormtroopers on Lego horses, and trains (especially one Thomas the Train). You always have one of those in your hand. You love to take the toy stroller and fill it to capacity with lego bricks or matchbox cars. Then you push them crazily through the house. You like to be held and carried still as much as you like to run and climb everywhere. Your favorite books are: Go Dog, Go and Goodnight Moon. You just started singing with me and will sing by yourself too. My heart explodes when it hears your tiny song voice. Itsy Bitsy Spider and ABC’s are your biggest hits.
You like mealtimes- although you have gotten much pickier about what you will eat. Butter bread, yogurt, baked beans, noodles, and rice are your most requested foods now. If something is deemed “yucky” by you now, you will throw the full bowl across the table or on the floor. It is lovely. We tell you that it is not okay to do that and you always replay, “Whhhhhhhy?” We try to get you to help clean it up and you will eventually say, “Oh, fine” and help. You say lots of humorous things. When you want to do something that we have said no to you say, “I’m allowed to…..”. “I’m allowed to draw on the chairs.” “I’m allowed to chase the cats.” Then in your sweet moments you say, “I really do LOVE you…uh, huh. I do!” If I (or anyone else) leaves the house-you say, “I think I lost mommy”. You say it in such a sad voice too. If you think someone isn’t being kind you say, “HEY! You tryin’ to be mean!” When we drive fast in the car you say, “Whoa! nice run daddy!” The post office is called, “the purple dolpey” and every rabbit is called a “happy bunny”. Love them all and I’m keeping most of them as part of my vocabulary forever and ever.
You loved to play with Milo and are so happy when he lets you into his big kid game. You get bored quick and want to do your own thing though. You are pretty good at entertaining yourself with your toys and sometimes just with your hands. You hands talk and jump and have lots of noisy battles. When your energy does start to wane, you start moaning and saying, “I tooooo heavy.” Usually that means you are tired. You only take one short nap a day around 2 o’clock.
When you are feeling tired or upset you twirl your hair. You always have a piece of hair sticking out because of it.
You like for us to go places and almost everyday want us to go out. “So, where we going today?” When the weather is decent, going outside to play or take a walk is good enough for you. You love running and swinging and finding rocks. You like watching squirrels and birds and you always let me know when the sunshine is out and when it isn’t. On cloudy days or in the evening, you come running to me and say, “She took your sunshine!” I don’t know who she is, but you let me know that I don’t need to worry because MY sunshine will be coming back.
You are a pretty awesome little guy. You have a giant personality. You say the cutest things and you have some of the most wonderful mannerisms and expressions. You keep me on my toes and always make me smile. We are so lucky that you are ours Lucas. Happy Third Year baby! I love you always.
February 27, 2014
Milo, you have reached six. It is so hard to get used to my babies aging. You are all still little to me. Six seems so big kid, but in my mind you are my little cuddly moo-moo. I see photos of you when you were 2 or 3 and in mind, that is how you still look. Then, I realize you are so different in reality. Your legs have grown so long and some of the baby-ness has left your little face. Thankfully, you have not lost your desire to cuddle or that sweetness that is so you.
This year you have matured a lot. You play by yourself for long periods of time and usually can entertain yourself. You love Legos. It is the only thing you play with and you build really awesome stuff. You have a great creative mind and you can figure out anything that you want to. You also adore our kittens. You would be so happy if they (and we) would let you carry them around all day and night. You love to be loved on and have someone cuddle you. If they don’t want to be with you, you take it very personally. You think, “they don’t like me and they’ll never let me hold them again. Not ever.” Your feelings are so easily hurt and tears quickly follow sadness and anger for you. You stay very mad for about 30 minutes before you will let us reach out to you and love on you to bring you back around. Then you are ready for hugs and moving on with your day.
We are doing homeschool officially this year. We did it last year some, but now it is kindergarten work and it is daily for us. You are doing so good. You are reading and you seem to really enjoy being able to write. You write notes to us constantly. You like writing on itty-bitty scraps of paper in the smallest of letters too. You often write notes that say, “I love you. Be Happy. Enjoy. Love, Milo” So sweet. We also work on speech daily and you have progressed so far. You catch yourself often and correct your pronunciation on your own. You also talk non stop. You follow me room to room talking, talking, talking. Upstairs, downstairs, to the bathroom door, outside, getting in the car, driving, walking through the store. You can go and go. You have so much to say and ask.
I don’t know what the future holds for us in schooling, but for now having you at home is working out. You never want to go to public school because of listening to your sister complain about it. You think it just may be the worst place on earth. I have offered to take you to classes or get you involved with groups so that you could be around other boys your age, but you want nothing to do with it. You are perfectly content to just be with your family for now. You tell me almost daily that your best, most important, or favorite thing in the whole world is your family. Then next is your pets, then your house and then your Legos. You’re good like that.
Milo and Lucas. Lucas and Milo. We three are together, mostly at home, all day and night. Lucas pretty much drives you bonkers. You try to play with him, but he does not follow your game rules and usually just grabs, breaks, throws, or yells. You have given him one Lego Storm Trooper, and one Light Saber that he is allowed to do with what he wants. That mostly pleases him. He copies everything you do and really looks up to you. If he ever is sad or hurt you are right there at his side to comfort him. You will fix his broken toys and help him find things that he’s lost too. You do often try to trick him to get him away from things that you want though too. I guess you have a dose of typical older sibling in there too though. You love to run, scream, and jump like crazy men together. He loves when you play that stuff with him. I often find you two cuddled up together, looking at a book or holding a cat.
Keely and you don’t have much in common right now. You look up to her and are still sweet to her, but she pulls a tweenager attitude towards you and it hurts your feelings and then you two are at war. The weekends are the only time you two seem to find some moments of niceness together. I guess that is pretty normal for brothers and sisters who are over 4 years apart. She is jealous of you that you get to stay home in the day and she doesn’t and that you don’t have the oodles of homework that she does. That has not been good for your relationship.
You love technology games and beg to play on a phone or computer everyday. Currently, you are into Minecraft. You can really figure out any game on your own. I have no idea how even get started in those games. I’m always impressed with your capabilities. I can’t wait to see what you become when you grow up… but not just yet, of course. I have to keep you little for much longer.
You really still love nature and always come running when I tell you about the events in our yard: the morning glories have turned to seed, the squirrels are building nests, the Dogwoods have buds, Jupiter is out tonight, etc. I’m so happy that you care. I try to teach about whatever you are interested in. Each week we pick a subject/topic/interest and try to fit it in to our school time. We’ve been through lots of bugs and nature topics so far.
You are still a pretty particular eater. I think you’ve only added 5 new foods to your diet this year. You are seemingly healthy and growing fine though, so I guess you are o.k. We keep encouraging new foods and you are better about at least trying them. So, here’s to at least 5 more foods this year!
Pajamas are your clothes of choice. You get very annoyed that we change clothes every morning and night. “Why do we have to do this every.day. Why?” However, when allowed to pick out your own clothes at the store-you pick out pretty snazzy button down dress shirts. I had no idea you would want to wear that style, but you think they look nice and they feel fine to you. I love that you have your own style already.
You are pretty much a homebody, like your mother. You like to go on little family outings, but mostly you rather be at home doing your own thing. I get it. I just want you to know there is a whole, big world out there full of beautiful things and I want you to experience and see as many as you can. Take all the good stuff you find and make it part of you. Your home and your family will always be here waiting for you when you get back.
I love you my sweet little Milo. You are my best Milo. You are always snug in my heart. Happy sixth birthday.
December 3, 2013
We have arrived at the double digits my baby girl. You are now a ten year old young lady. Sometimes out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of the lady you will become . When you are sad though, I can still see my little baby in your big eyes and pretty face. Now we get to navigate 10 together.
You finished up fourth grade with a wonderful honor roll report card. You even got a B in math! You stayed friends with Isis, but she was really your only close friend. There were a few mean girls in your class who made many days very upsetting for you. Summer couldn’t come fast enough. Of course, once summer arrived you didn’t know what to do with yourself for a few weeks. Suddenly having free time again is confusing. We took lots of little day trips and made a lot of outings. We got down a summer groove and a loose daily schedule. The pool got up and you spent hours in it. You so love being in the water. You alternate between swimming and floating calmly to splashing and screaming frantically in it. You made tons of smoothies in the magic bullet and watched a lot of Scooby Doo with your brothers. You started spending time with Milo and including him in things. You also spent a ton of time fighting with him. Lucas just follows you both around and watches and gets into your things. Lucas started coming to you for comfort more when he was upset or hurt. You love that. You love when he wraps his arms around you and wants you to carry him.
You play and read on your favorite “toy”- your purple cased Kindle. Daddy bought it for you at the end of the school year as a reward for doing so well. We couldn’t keep you off that thing at first, but now you’ve moderated your time on it. You still prefer to have “real” copies of your favorite books. You like to reread them and have the collections on your bookshelves. You don’t play with any kid toys now. I think you played with your Barbies 3 times this summer and that is it. You spend time sorting through you collections of key chains and jewelry. Sometimes you clean up your clothes or rearrange the tops of your shelves and dresser. You make your bed every morning and put your things away. Your room stays pretty clean except for papers and actual trash that you will just throw on the floor and leave.
At night, you stay up very late reading in your room. I often have to come up and tell you lights out because I am going to bed. When I come up to tell you goodnight, you try to keep me in your room by talking and asking questions. It takes me about a half hour to leave. You’re a chatty and silly thing most evenings, but I usually hang out with you since we don’t get much brother-free time in the day. You seem to really want and need that. You’ve become a lot less sensitive to clothing this year and you’ve not had quite as many full of melt downs. They still come around, but not nearly as often.
This year I’ve heard you make many observations about your environment and how it makes you feel. Usually it is something about nature. You’ll tell me you love the sound of the leaves rustling in the trees or the sound of the rapids in the rivers. “Oh mommy, you have to come and see the moon tonight. It is so beautiful. Like magic.” If it is raining you will try to sneak outside without your brothers, so that you can sit under a tree and listen and feel it all around you. It is so reassuring to me that you are aware of those things and that they bring you peace and make you feel happy, yet calm. When you see pretty things outside you command me to come and take a photo of it and if I don’t act fast enough, you snag my camera and take a picture yourself. I find many photos of things you’ve captured on my phone, mostly of nature things, but sometimes of self portrait goofy faces or of you and your brothers being silly.
You still watch for fairies in our yard and are certain that they live in an old tree we have. You say you have seen glistening sparkles there many times. You want there to magic in your world so badly.
For your birthday, you had a lunch date with Isis and went swimming together. Then, on your real birthday, you took cupcakes to school and we picked you up with helium balloons. You still really love balloons. We waited to do your family party until after school started so your grandmothers could be here. You chose a white and pink color theme and requested money, jewelry, and a bike. You received all of that. You also got tons of girly things….like body sprays and washes, lip gloss and nail accessories. Our whole upstairs smells like a tweenager now. You so love using all those products and accessorizing your outfits with jewelry, scarves, and headbands. You also finally got your bike and could right it as soon as you got on it. Such freedom. We don’t really have a neighborhood that’s good for bike riding so we’ve held off for years, knowing we couldn’t safely just let you go off alone riding your bike. Now you beg us everyday to wander the hood with you so you can zoom around while we race to keep our eye on you. Ugh. Overprotective parenting is so over rated.
At the end of the summer, we started school shopping for 5th grade and your anxiety kicked it. You really didn’t want to go back to your old school because of all the mean kids. We know homeschool isn’t right for you because you like to be around other girls (nice ones) your age, so we started searching around for alternatives the last week of summer break. We ended up going to a Catholic school, taking a tour, and signed you up the next day. The next 3 days were filled with getting uniforms and supplies because they had already started school. We all took you to school for your first day and I walked you to your class and left you all alone with you big, scared eyes. I could barely make it out of the building before bawling like a baby. I felt so bad leaving you in such a new, strange place. Everyone at the school has been together for all the grades. It is just one class per grade and they all move up together to the next grade. They all know each other well and the school. You are such an outsider right now. I was so stressed and worried for you. Over the next couple of weeks you did alright. The school is very different and there’s lots we don’t understand yet. They write in cursive-all the kids and the teachers do on the board- and our public schools don’t teach cursive, so that is a huge problem for you since you can’t read anything the teacher is writing. We get to practice that in addition to all the homework each night. You like the students and the daily schedule of changing classes there, but you do not like the work and for that reason you have decided that you just want to stay home and school is awful and please don’t make me go back ever is what we hear each night along with crying. I hope you settle in and things get easier for you soon because I just don’t know what other options we have right now.
I love you my tall, beautiful, smart, funny, witty, daughter. You are growing up so fast and I miss the little you, but I am hopeful that the young lady you will become is going to be just awesome. I know life and rules are so hard for you sometimes and all of your struggles really weigh you down, but we are always here for you. We want you to be happy and enjoy your life now and as you grow up. We will always do everything we can to help you. Just be kind, be honest, and do your best. I love you so much Keely. Happy 10th birthday.
September 17, 2013
July 31, 2013
Our neighbors had one of the oldest trees in the neighborhood in their yard. It was close enough and large enough to us though that it felt like ours. It was our favorite thing about our space. It was an enormous tree that provided lots of shade, interest, and coziness. One day half of the tree just spit and fell into all the neighboring yards. It was a mess and started a mass butchering off all the trees it damaged. Now our space is so bright and empty! The sun is blazing on us all day and our old house lot is looking more like a plot in a new treeless neighborhood. So sad. We were all pretty bummed about, but one day when all the tree cutters were chainsawing and grinding away, Milo said, “Well, I am very sad about this but I think we shouldn’t be too sad because soon we will get used to it not being there and there will be something good about it being gone I think- like we can see more of the pretty blue sky now.” Wise little man.
July 29, 2013