Children, Family

Back in the rotation!

IMG_3119.JPGWe have been gifted with American Girl dolls- really, girl child has been gifted with them. These dolls have been handed down by family and trust me, I know the value of these dolls.

Despite that, girl child and baby girl have been playing with these dolls, both together and individually, and entering into their world of imagination. Perhaps a classroom, perhaps a ballet class, perhaps even on a safari.

All I know is that they get to playing and there’s a whole narrative that they all follow and the dolls are often a part of that storyline.

So it’s nice to hear cooperative playing. Until…the inevitable screech that breaks the utopia. This particular time was a doozy.

In walks girl child holding one of these American Girl dolls…but something was amiss. Ah, yes, I see it. She has a leg missing. This is super. I’ll give you three guesses who popped the leg off? Baby girl doesn’t know her own strength. Or doesn’t care…not sure.

At any rate, here we are with a doll missing a leg. And American Girl was kind enough to make some funky contraption inside the doll that connects all appendages to the trunk of the doll- each connection protruding from a tiny hole. So there is literally no chance I can fix this thing on my own. In all fairness, neither could Doc McStuffins, so…

Fast forward to Christmas. Each child had the opportunity to go shopping for their siblings’ Christmas presents. So I took Baby Girl to Walmart. As we were wandering the aisle, I try to prompt her on reasonably priced toys but nothing is catching her eye.

Until…she found the perfect gift for girl child…and the doll:

Baby girl came up with this on her own! And it’s perfect. So now, this doll is back in the rotation of dolls to play with. The other dolls push her around in the wheelchair. And my kids inadvertently taught themselves a lesson in accepting a doll for who she is, no matter her injury or limitation.



Children, Family, Uncategorized

Lifelong friends

df2820c4-b8b6-4134-9482-82d6ce1118fb-jpgYou know what I love?? Seeing my girls being friends.

Sure, we have bickering and melt downs every single day but something’s starting to happen that I am so happy to see. There’s a friendship brewing!

The girls are about four years apart, which will be a lifetime of distance once girl child gets into her teenage years. But for now, they are still kind of close in age.

They share a room and they are also homeschooled so they are together (along with boy child) much more than other siblings usually would be. This is helpful as we try to cultivate their friendship.

Whenever we can, we try to remind the kids how important family is. We remind the kids that they will always have their brother/ sister to rely on. And it’s important to be there for each other. Even when they’ve grown. We’re talking about that now. Just so it’s in the back of their minds…brewing.

We like to put things in their minds to just marinate…things like always looking out for brother or sister. Like when the kids go to their Sunday School class. I remind boy child to look out for baby girl and make sure she’s ok. I remind him that he should make sure baby girl is safe because that’s what brothers do.

I remind girl child that she has a little shadow in baby girl. And sometimes that annoys girl child…the responsibility.

But…that’s family. God made girl child to be a big sister. When I remind her of that, she seems to take her job more seriously. After all, God gave her this assignment to be a big sister.

She does a good job, too. Baby girl looks up to girl child. She wants to be friends and she wants to do whatever girl child does. She values girl child’s ideas and she depends on girl child’s confidence when baby girl is unsure.

Even at the dentist. Recently, baby girl had her first dentist appointment and she was a little nervous. We all went since all the kids had appointments…but when it was baby girl’s turn in the chair, guess who she asked for?

Her friend…her big sister.

That’s what we want to see and that’s what we’re gonna try to keep instilling in the kids.

When the kids are grown and when they go their separate directions, we want them to be close in their hearts. We want them to remember they have each other when they feel like have no one else. When things aren’t going the way they hope. They will always be able to count on each other. And they’ll have each other long after Momma and Daddy go to heaven.

A lesson we continually teach now for a lifetime of usage.

Children, Family

Overheard conversation

IMG_8913 (1)Lately, boy child has taken to making paper airplanes out of any rectangular piece of paper that happens to be lying around. Church bulletins, repair quotes, flyers from the mailbox- it simply doesn’t matter. This is just a part of a boy’s life, I think, and we just let it be.

However, what we weren’t quite expecting is the respect his paper airplanes receive from his sisters! When we see paper airplanes sitting idly by with no immediate flight plan, we keep an eye on them for a bit and if enough time has passed, those suckers are thrown in the trash can. Sneakily, of course…so it’s in the trash can under other random papers and kitchen garbage so as not to be seen. You know what I’m talking about…you’ve done this, yes?

Anyhow, this conversation actually isn’t with boy child…it was between baby girl and Daddy. We were attempting to clean up the family room before watching Curious George before bedtime and usually we have to give very specific instructions to the kids as they otherwise would stand around a mess saying ‘I don’t know how to clean all this up!’ or ‘I don’t know where all this stuff goes!’

Among the mess, in all its glory, is boy child’s latest paper airplane creation. It has sat there unattended for at least half the day. It must go to the trash can. Now, to convince a child to do it as part of the clean up process…and that brings us to the overheard conversation:

Daddy: “Baby girl, pick up that piece of paper” (pointing to paper airplane on floor)

Baby Girl: “What paper?” (hands up in a “what are you talking about” stance)

Daddy: “Right there…on the floor” (again pointing right at it)

B.G.: “Where??” (looking at the paper and all around it)

D: “Right there…beside your foot.

B.G.: “Where??”

D: “There! The white piece of paper…on the floor…almost touching your foot”

B.G.: “What paper??”

D: “Baby, that piece (now pointing and almost touching the paper airplane himself)…right there. On the floor. The white long piece of paper. See it?”

B.G.: (deep gasp!) “No, Daddy!! That’s brother’s paper airplane…you can’t froe (baby girl speak for ‘throw’) it away!! That’s him’s airplane!”

D: (looking over at me, smiling) “Oh well, It was worth a try…I was calling¬†it a piece of paper instead of an airplane to see if she would pick it up and throw it away! No dice!”



The hole of shame

IMG_8439Just look at that little angel! Isn’t she precious?!

Have you ever lost your crap with your kids? Don’t answer that…I know what the answer is.

My darling brood has the innate ability to sense when I have zero patience and tolerance left within me and it is in that moment where they access a whole new level of crazy. And I think that because there’s three of them, they think “she can’t kill all of us, right?!”

Even in the actual moment of confrontation with the little perpetrators, they have the look of fear and trepidation which quickly is washed away with giggles and laughter before they try to correct their faces back into remorseful ones…only for giggles and laughter to once again appear.

One such instance happened recently…I was so tired from taking care of illness that was running through our family. And of course, illnesses only show up outside of doctor office hours and usually after midnight. They are also kind enough to almost completely abate as the sun rises so I foolishly think to myself that whatever illness it was must have been a little fluke and all is now well.

So, I organized some activities for the kids to do in an effort to give me a moment to rest my eyes on the couch. Of course, my kids would be sympathetic to my ¬†situation and allow me a moment’s peace.


Baby girl instantly started kicking me with her feet, thinking she was playing the “footsie” game with Momma…so much fun! Girl child and boy child noticed this fun game and decided Momma must be all better so they ramped up their shenanigans and volume accordingly.

And then the monster showed up. I lost it. And they knew it. I’m fairly sure I need to send back my mother of the year award at some point because this certainly goes against everything that mystical creature stands for.

I left the room after advising the children not to enter my presence unless someone is bleeding or the house is on fire. Thankfully, they briefly obliged.

Much later…much more composed but no more rested I received this note from girl child:

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Excuse me while I climb out of this hole of shame I seemed to have tripped into.



IMG_9203Baby girl is three years old right now and she is just beside herself at her latest accomplishment. Being the youngest of three, she is always wanting to do just like big brother and big sister.

Of course, she’s three so there’s a lot of stuff she just can’t do yet. There’s basic muscle tone to consider in a lot of things…she’s simply not strong enough yet to do things like her siblings. Like carrying her pile of folding clothes to her room so she can put them away. Do you know what this looks like?? I’ll say this…if baby girl was lost somewhere in the house, we would have a trail that leads us to her!

But last night on the way home from church evening programs, baby girl was sitting in her carseat chattering about the events of her day, including a play-by-play of some naughtiness in the nursery (her descriptions are surprisingly accurate!), when she remembered she had something extremely important to tell me.

Whatever this stuff was, it was big and the first time she told me she was so excited that her information came out too fast and no one understood her. She babbled something animatedly and watched my face to wait for my glee in her accomplishment and instead her eyes were met with confusion on my face. I asked her to tell me again and though she showed a little frustration with me that I couldn’t understand her “plain english”, she told me again.

Sadly, I couldn’t understand her! I felt horrible because she obviously was proud of herself and I wanted to share in her excitement. I asked her to say it one more time and she raised her voice a bit (in case I couldn’t hear her) and, with hands in front of her pulsing each syllable and eyes sparkling, proclaimed:

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Accomplishments. Celebrate all of them.