Rewind: back to Father's Day

Life has been non stop lately and I can't keep up. I hate, hate things being out of order. I dislike it so much, I sometimes don't write anything, just so it will be in order. I had to give that up this month!

Here is Amelia at the Magic House on
Father's Day in the hospital nursery room. Amelia has been here before, but this time she was totally captivated. She tenderly held the babies and insisted on doing everything herself, in order, according to the checklist on the walls. She adored the process and in a beautiful moment turned to me and said, "mom? Can I be a baby doctor when I grow up? Do girls do that job?"

Which I then assured her, yes. Yes, she can do that job, she do any job she can imagine. Nothing is off limits.

Apparently, I slipped onto my soapbox with this particular topic because just as I was getting warmed up, Amelia turned back to me and said something like, "sure mom. Is it lunch time?"

Conversations

It's lunch time and I'm running around like crazy trying to get food to the table for 3 kids and fold a basket of clothes before they become unacceptably wrinkly. I was probably not at my most patient, especially as I was super hungry myself.

William: mom! I don't like this fruit! I hate these dried blueberries.

Mom: what? You've never tried them. It's like raisins, but with blueberries. You like raisins, try these.

William: I just know I don't like them! I'm not eating them! I won't!

Mom: how about you just try a few?

William: (yelling loudly) I WILL NOT!! I WON'T EAT THEM!

Mom: William, you need to talk to mom in a different voice - this one isn't very nice.

William: (now in a higher pitch voice) I do not want these blueberries. I don't like them. I won't eat them*.

And then it took everything I had not to laugh out loud.

* he ended up eating them. Because they are a lot like raisins and we love raisins. Also: because I knew he would like them.

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Amelia's last day of prekindergarten

Amelia had her last day of pre-kindergarten in the middle of May. This sweet little project came home that week.

Amelia: bank of mommy

This one makes me laugh out loud every time I see it. Amelia's class studied money and visited a bank in March or April. Apparently, they colored a 100 bill as part of that unit of study.

The picture is the center is a female person and it is labeled "Momy". As in, all money is from the bank of Momy. If only that was true!

Amelia: I love you

Such a sweet girl- we love you too Amelia! She is so proud of herself!

Amelia: my family

I adore this drawing. I would frame it and hang it on the wall if I was a frame it kind of person. I'm more of a buy the frame and spill water on the special paper kind of mom.

Anyway, you can see mom, dad, William and Amelia are labeled. Gemma isn't labeled, but she clearly is the smallest one on the left with the crazy hair,

Gemma draws

Gemma is drawing on the magnetic drawing board while I'm checking my email. After about 15 seconds she wants my attention (have you gotten half of an email from me lately? This could be why).

Gemma: mom!! Mom!!
Mama: what? Did you draw something?
Gemma: yeah! Nice!
Mama: (looks) it IS nice!
Gemma: no. No nice. Nice.
Mama: hmmm. It is a nice picture Gemma!
Gemma: no. No nice. Nice. (With exaggerated expression). Thsssssssssss. Snice.
Mama: aahhh...a snake! You made a snake!
Gemma: yeah! Big snice!
Mama: wow!
Gemma; bye snice (erases board).

Then she drew me a new picture which I tried to record.

Sometimes it is a combination of a few crazy board games around here. Pictionary and charades and a few others just to try and have a conversation with the 2 year old. It is a totally different game entirely if you'd like to have a conversation that does NOT include her in it.