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Sunday, April 21, 2019
I Can't Keep Up
Ah, there are so many things to report from the past month, so I'm not even going to try to put them all in one post. This is what happens when you don't keep up with your blog.
So there was Christmas, in which Santa Claus was quite generous to a certain big sister who put up with a lot over the past year. El enjoyed digging through her stocking and pulling out all the little bits we put in there for her to root through. We spent the day putting together toys, playing, installing a toilet (me & GW's tres romantic gift to one another). Then there was the PA trip - lots of fun, lots of drama, lots of yummy junk food. Av had a real blast with her cousins. Two sleep-overs with cousin R.
So there was Christmas, in which Santa Claus was quite generous to a certain big sister who put up with a lot over the past year. El enjoyed digging through her stocking and pulling out all the little bits we put in there for her to root through. We spent the day putting together toys, playing, installing a toilet (me & GW's tres romantic gift to one another). Then there was the PA trip - lots of fun, lots of drama, lots of yummy junk food. Av had a real blast with her cousins. Two sleep-overs with cousin R.
I Think It's Time For Me To Be More Rejecting of Other People
And this is for the other blog. Just wanted to tag this idea so I can elaborate later.
El, One Year
*Can climb off the couch by herself - has learned to "turn around" and go feet first
* Is smaller than her Piglet doll.
*Is really into her gutteral, French-sounding vocalizations
*Reaches up and says "Up!" when she wants picked up.
*Isn't walking yet, and that's just fine with her parents.
* Is smaller than her Piglet doll.
*Is really into her gutteral, French-sounding vocalizations
*Reaches up and says "Up!" when she wants picked up.
*Isn't walking yet, and that's just fine with her parents.
It's So Cool To Be Five
Why, you ask? Well, pull up a chair, friend, and allow me to enlighten you!!
On your fifth birthday, you'll probably be in a really awesome preschool where you got to be the teacher's aid on your birthday. Your dad took the day off work just to be with you and the family, and he helped keep your baby sister occupied so you could do all the fun stuff you wanted to do, without interruption. The fun stuff you wanted to do included dressing for the day in a beautiful pink-and-red sparkly outfit designed by you, helping your teachers set up the classroom, building huge castles with cardboard blocks, making paint with flour and salt and water, serving Cheddar Bunnies and clementines to your friends for snack, and making "Bad Guy Soup" on the playground with your best girlfriends. Your teachers and classmates would participate in a special ceremony for you, in which you held an Earth ball and walked around a table with a lit candle (the "sun") one time for each year of your life. Each time you walked around, your parents told the group all about the things you were doing when you were that age. For example, when you were one, you'd been walking for a month, and you said about ten words. When you were two you loved to play in water, bounce, talk, paint, and wear bandaids. At three you begged, pleaded, bugged and harangued until Mom finally got the message that you wanted to go to school, and a few months later you started at PCP. At four you became a big sister. At five, you're practically ready to take over the universe.
On your fifth birthday, you'll probably be in a really awesome preschool where you got to be the teacher's aid on your birthday. Your dad took the day off work just to be with you and the family, and he helped keep your baby sister occupied so you could do all the fun stuff you wanted to do, without interruption. The fun stuff you wanted to do included dressing for the day in a beautiful pink-and-red sparkly outfit designed by you, helping your teachers set up the classroom, building huge castles with cardboard blocks, making paint with flour and salt and water, serving Cheddar Bunnies and clementines to your friends for snack, and making "Bad Guy Soup" on the playground with your best girlfriends. Your teachers and classmates would participate in a special ceremony for you, in which you held an Earth ball and walked around a table with a lit candle (the "sun") one time for each year of your life. Each time you walked around, your parents told the group all about the things you were doing when you were that age. For example, when you were one, you'd been walking for a month, and you said about ten words. When you were two you loved to play in water, bounce, talk, paint, and wear bandaids. At three you begged, pleaded, bugged and harangued until Mom finally got the message that you wanted to go to school, and a few months later you started at PCP. At four you became a big sister. At five, you're practically ready to take over the universe.
Beach!
Okay, so there are some nice things about living in the South. One is that you get to go to the beach in March. The water's icy, but the sand is pleasantly warm, the air smells incredible and the sun and blue sky make you forget there ever was a winter where the kids were sick every other week for five months.
Today was really El's first time on the beach. Last time she went was at age 2 weeks or something; she was an infant barely peeking out of the sling. So today was big. For Av, too - first beach trip of the new year, not to mention Nanny is here visiting which makes it extra special - she was so excited to go she was beside herself.
Today was really El's first time on the beach. Last time she went was at age 2 weeks or something; she was an infant barely peeking out of the sling. So today was big. For Av, too - first beach trip of the new year, not to mention Nanny is here visiting which makes it extra special - she was so excited to go she was beside herself.
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