Today I had a parenting “first”.  After everyone played here {of course}, setting up a small city in our garage, doing perler beads under the pine trees, and eating popsicles, I was asked if new supplies could be brought outside for Fifi, the new Minnie dog who lives with us now.  Since I was simultaneously packing and cleaning the house, I said NO.  Besides, we didn’t have long to play since 3:00 was looking us in the eye.  Oh, did I mention Emmeline did not nap.  All besides the point, really.  After kicking out asking the neighborhood to leave nicely, we picked up the last of the playthings.  Lily pulled me aside and told me that after I refused the Fifi toys, both Landon and Olivia said I was a buzzkill.

Hmm.  I went about what I was doing and said something along the lines of, “Well, that’s okay.  Its not nice but they can say that if they want but it is my house and my rules.”

But something wasn’t sitting right with Lily.  I took a moment to look at her.  She was upset.  I kneeled down and asked, “Are you upset?  Are you upset they called me a buzzkill?”  She shook her head yes and then she broke down.  I just hugged her.  Inside I was fighting about what to say.  You can imagine what the snarky grownup wanted to say (to those kids) but the momma part needed to say something for Lily to understand.  I chose to tell her that it is okay if people say something like that, it is only their opinion and it really didn’t hurt me.  I could understand why little kids would say that.  Her friends didn’t mean it but wanted to get the toys.  I explained that she feels mad or upset when things don’t go her way, too.  I hugged her tight and told her that I was okay and I was thankful for such a daughter who would be such an ally to her mom.

It may have been the first time I’m called a name while parenting, but it will not be the last, I’m certain.

Early Bedtime

Gramma Lissa, you tuckered the entire crew out!  Everyone was asleep by 7:50 tonight.  I snuck downstairs and Sam and I got to finish watching Senna. If you want a good film about something you knew nothing about (Formula One racing) you should check it out.  G-night, all!


Tomorrow is the official kick-off to Emmeline Weller’s Birthday Weeklong Celebration!  Let’s give a cheer for everybody’s favorite 3 year old!  Hip hip hooray!

Sewing School

At least it felt like it today!  Lily was busy making some birthday presents and an outfit for Emmy today.  Her friend Olivia made a backpack. I started to work on Emmy’s name signage for her door.  

Buried Treasure

Just cleaning out my email today and look what I found…a letter written to both Lily and Ollie way back in 2011!

Something really funny happened tonight.  We have been in a struggle to get you to sleep/stay in your bed at night.  Finally, we installed a gate so you could still have your door open but could not get out of your room.  Too much for you to get into…last night I came upon you in the kid bathroom emptying toothpaste and petroleum jelly onto a washcloth.  Oh man!

Back to the gate.

So we installed the gate and I noticed you really studying Dada and I as we went in and out before bed.  As soon as we said good night, you were up out of bed and unlocked the gate as if it weren’t really even there.  It was funny but we couldn’t really laugh or you would believe it was a good trick.  So, in another parenting brainstorm, I introduced three strikes and you’re out.  I gave you 3 playing pieces and explained I would take one if you left your room.  When there were no more pieces, I would have to shut and latch the door (which we unlatch before heading to bed ourselves).

I was downstairs and heard you leave your room.  As I came to your room, I noticed one of the pieces already out in the hall.  You caught on quickly!  If only you would stay in your room!!  Clever Girl!

We love you so,

Oh my, baby!  You are a handful of non-stop motion!  I can hardly change your diaper, let alone put you down without having to run after you, lest you climb the stairs or find a choke able to sample.  Yep, you are on the move and so thrilled with yourself and everyone around you.

You just started some chunkier foods and also “puffs”.  You aren’t sure how to enjoy them completely but you are getting used to the new hard feel in your mouth!  Lily sometimes feeds you and tries not to gag you with the spoon:). She is very enthused about caring for you.

Two weeks ago, though, you and I hit a rough patch.  Mommy got mastitis (a breast infection) and then you had a rough time with the antibiotics I had to take.  Your poor little bottom was so sore it hurt to even clean you.  Many baking soda soaks and cream and probiotics later, you are much better!  Seriously, kid, you looked like you had the bottom of a baboon!!

You are such an awesome, cuddly, loving and laughing guy!
I love you so much,