you know. It seems like lately all posts have been about the minis…and to avoid the excessive cost of therapy to address the lack of posts regarding the bigs, I figured it was about time I chronicled their happenings…
Seriously, the guilt is killing me. Where has the summer gone? Where are all my funny snippets about the queen Eva and her loyal subject…tyrant Charley? With an undying patience that will undoubtedly come back to me in spades when they are teenagers, they have endured a most crappy year. I have been continually amazed by their gumbylike adaptation to every new situation/home/school/friend/etc…etc… we have vaulted them into in the last 13 months. And if you really want to go back…It’s only been 2 years since we left Oki. SO, let’s count… we’ve moved 5 times in the last 2 years. No wonder my brain is fried & I can’t decide where to hang a picture, set a book, plant a bush, set a lamp… at least I still retain the ability to alphabetize spices. 🙂
So, the truth is, my bigs are amazing. Eva has endured the lack of extracurriculars, playdates, “field trips,” mommy time, daddy time, well, just about EVERYTHING she is used to, with a sweetness that defies the odds. I swear this child is from an alternate universe. (well, there was that one time in target that she jumped up and down & threw a fit that had my mother picking her jaw up off the floor.)
She has morphed into a queen bee, ready to lead the brood at a moment’s notice. (when it suits her, that is.) How quickly she has gone from my shy kindergartner to an outspoken and sassy first grader. While mostly endearing, it does try my patience on occasion… A newfound fascination with horses has lead her to repeatedly request riding lessons, horse themed clothing and a ridiculous number of stuffed horses. So, at my own financial peril…I am caving. Riding lessons it is. And in deference to my texan family, western pleasure it will be. It’s bad enough my husband married a yankee, if I let her learn to ride english, I would be summarily excommunicated from all things Texan. And that would suck. So, western it is! The other most exciting part of her day is constantly messing with her hair. I am honestly quite amazed at her ability to “do” her hair. Most of the time I thank God, since it is one less grooming task I must be responsible for. She is still a bit “out there” with her wardrobe, but truthfully, I find it so endearing that I really don’t look forward to the day she grows out of it. Tommorow is the big day… off to first grade. Wish me luck and pray for the sake of the teacher that all goes smoothly for my baby bug. 🙂
As for Charley. Well, what can you say about a child that yells louder than you do when she’s in trouble, beats regularly (but with love) on her siblings, has the aim of a major league pitcher with whatever she is launching at you…but refuses to give up her binkie or potty train because she wants to be little. And you know it’s just because she wants more of you than you can figure out how to give. My sweet, sweet baby bean. That child is on fire.
And mostly in a good way. Brighter than a thousand bulbs, if you give it to her, she will figure it out. A phone, a camera, a leapster, a game, a puzzle, you name it. I am considering asking her to teach me how to use my new phone. I still don’t know how to turn the ringer off… She is sweet beyond anything I have ever seen in a child that young. She craves and gives love so magnanimously that is just makes your heart want to explode. I think mine does at least a few times a day. Her favorite activity lately is dressing up in Eva’s clothing. This usually results in one of 2 things… she either looks so cute you want to eat her or she looks like a poster child for horrible hand me downs. And I simply don’t have the heart to ever make her change (well mostly never,) so I head out on the town with the brood, dressed like a bunch of street people and hope no one is surreptitiously snapping our photo to use as an ad for birth control. 🙂 You should have seen the looks we got when JoJo was here… It was like a clown car every time we went to unload. I should have stuffed a pillow under my dress and pretended to be pregnant. Now that would have been fun…
So, I resolve to try to turn over a new leaf. I pray every day for a fairy to arrive and put away all this crap that is stressing me out and making me consider psychedelic drugs. I have to figure out how to step back and do a little at a time. I need some PATIENCE. So if you have either that or a nanny you can spare for a week, let me know! But until then, I’ll just try to keep from going slowly insane…
in my brain.
and so, tonight i retire
in the midst of this quagmire
determined to rest
to wake my best
to enjoy my offspring
with lots of zing
wish me lots of luck
pray I don’t get stuck
in one of these piles
that goes on for miles
someone please send a nanny
to save my fanny!
in sheer and utter insanity, i sign off…
madcap mom of the many mini macs!