Saturday, June 26, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
How do you get a tender-headed little redhead's hair combed? She cries every time I pick up a brush. She screams whenever I find a snarl. What to do, what to do? Give her a bottle of spray-in conditioner and her own comb, and make it her job. Now she dries and combs or brushes her own hair after baths, and does her own hair for church on Sunday (it usually involves eight barettes; must get a photo of this soon). No more tears and no more frustration.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
**content advisory** Nut Brown has a handful of acorn caps that he has been referring to as "donut seeds". Yesterday he and I were playing with them, and he fed them to the teddy bear. I helped and the donut seeds disappeared as they were being fed. Nut Brown was surprised but pleased that the bear had really eaten them. Then he asked for them back. I told him that he couldn't have them back because the bear had eaten them, and he'd have to wait until the bear pooped. Poop? he asked. Yes, I replied. He sat and looked at the bear and when the bear started to make straining noises I suggested that he check and see if the bear had pooped. He whipped the bear off the bed and saw his three donut seeds there. I wish I could have captured the absolute amazement on his face. We don't lack for hysteria over bodily functions at our house. Last night when I started singing "She'll be coming round the mountain" for Nut Brown, Rose Pink started substituting "when she poops" for "when she comes". I couldn't keep a straight face. Go ahead - you sing "we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she poops" and don't laugh. Some of the other songs we've been singing lately at bedtime: The Horses Run Around and Little Bunny Foofoo. We've also been practicing a special Father's Day song for Mr. Brown, which I think he enjoyed when we sang it to him this morning.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Today Mr. Brown went to the dentist to get his crown snapped into place, and he asked our nice dentist to look at Nut Brown's teeth. Nut Brown has a sizeable overbite, and we were beginning to suspect it has developed because of his habit of chewing/sucking on his boppy. The dentist confirmed our suspicions, and added that if we could get him to stop, Nut Brown might get by with a minor orthodontic intervention at age 8-10 instead of full out braces. So we did the unthinkable . . . . . . . we took away Nut Brown's boppy. I cried myself to sleep. It felt like we'd killed someone. When I realized after the dentist visit that Mr. Brown was set on it, I started praying and praying that Nut Brown would let it go easily. I asked Mr. Brown to do the putting in bed part of our bedtime routine because I couldn't face telling Nut Brown that we weren't going to give him his boppy for bed tonight. COULD. NOT. FACE. IT. God hears my prayers - Nut Brown went to bed without fussing about it too much, just asking wistfully about it. But there were no tears or tantrums. I told Mr. Brown that he'd better hide it from me, too, and he did. It took him longer than usual to go to sleep, and he got up several times before he went to sleep, which is unusual. Also he got up in the night crying, because he couldn't find it, but with some cuddles and a drink of water went back to bed easily. Mr. Brown and I felt like we'd taken away his best friend. Mr. Brown checked in on them before we went to bed and when he found me crying about it he told me that I should go look at Nut Brown and see how he was sleeping just fine. So I did, but I ended up crying again. I was not ready for Nut Brown to give up his boppy, not ready for this at all. At all. I want to write down here how he folded the satin border a certain way to make a point to go in his mouth, how he threaded another section through his fingers as he chewed. How he asked to bring it with him everywhere. How Gia exclaimed that she didn't realize that she'd was making a chew toy when she made it for him. How he greeted it ecstatically when it was brought out at bedtime, and how he sighed with happiness when he'd settle down for a cuddle and a chew. How he'd ask lately for "one more chew" when we were going to put it away for the day. Oh boppy! Oh my baby boy! Is it silly to grieve over something like this? Nut Brown misses his boppy, but I think I am more upset about what the loss of the boppy represents in terms of growing up.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
First off, I apologize for the lack of pictures. I didn't think to take the camera while I was at home and missed the camera the entire time I was at the village. Apology aside this was a wonderful trip. Greenfield Village is a historical village built with Henry Ford's money. He bought a number of historically important buildings and had them moved to Dearborn, MI. Then they have a wonderful staff to answer any and all questions you might have about anything. They have a working farm, a craftsman alley, and then all sorts of houses to look in an learn. We had a great time and if ya'll come and visit us we'll take you and you will also have a great time. So Ya'll come see us ya'hear