Showing posts with label kids are rad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids are rad. Show all posts
10.1.12
9.23.2012
when dramatically violent pain surges through because they earn their own money now and can spend it as they (thoughtfully) please and they choose that which i would never choose. letting them make choices about buying a 49er hat with a (forced) smile and nod, trying to embrace all our differences no matter how many deaths i'm dying inside.
when choosing one's own clothes is important to keeping peace, we get partially gawked at in the school hallways with loving smiles of understanding moms who probably don't fight that fight either.
9.19.2012
when prepping dinner in the kitchen is put on hold to watch the circus in the family room because the cushions and pillows are suited for the floor, too, apparently.
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| he starts standing on the end table, which he pulled forward from the home i gave it. |
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| then does a double bounce, once on each pillow in front of the end table, and climbs up the self-created mountain |
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| hops onto the chair |
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| flips and slides |
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| into a forward roll |
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just to do it all over again.
9.17.2012
the green boat, handed down from other now-grown boys, to be thrown into the ocean and brought back by the waves. again and again. with excitement and dancing each time it washes ashore.
9.16.2012
When we insist that he roll up his pants and "don't get your pants wet, bud", and he insists on the opposite.
9.14.2012
The "I love you, too, Mom"'s that happen here are enough to melt me into a puddle, each said in its own way, each special because of the mouth from which it comes.
9.6.2012
this ongoing game of baby where they take turns being the baby and walk around and tell each other what to do and say "i'm proud of you" to everything the baby does and they take as many toys as they can manage and make a big mess in the living room.
8.28.2012
reading the book that was my childhood favorite, Ramona Quimby, Age 8, to my very own 8 year old and 6 year old and laughing together at the parts that i remember being funny way back when i read it for the first time. "Give me my eraser, Yard Ape" and "This is Bruce who doesn't wee-wee in the sandbox".
glad they consented to this read. (finally)
8.26.2012
"Boys, what do you think is around that corner?"
"ticks"
"a mountain lion"
"a mountain lion"
"more poo"
"a waterfall. please, a waterfall."
More tall "tick grass". And a lovely butte. Should have known.
8.17.2012
his first night of math homework ever. he did it willingly (!), with enthusiasm, even (!).
i am thankful and excited and prayerful that he will be a lover of learning.
8.15.2012
We drive in the car on our way to buy groceries and she says from the backseat, "mom. mommy. i call daddy wyan. i call him wyan when we westle."
i ask, "do you think daddy likes that? or does he want to be called daddy?"
she says, "he likes it. i call him wyan a lot. haha. it's funny."
8.8.2012
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| she tells him long stories |
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| about her first day |
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| long, long stories |
me to the youngest, alone together for quite possibly the first time ever: "dylan, what are your hopes and dreams for this year?"
dylan: (long pause, awkward stare): "juice"
8.6.2012
On the day they begin another school year, first and third grades, there is excitement, crazy joy, deep longing, nervous expectation, unsure willingness, surrender to trust, prayerful tears, peace, assurance and wondering if they will have enough to eat.
Fingers are pried back, grip loosens.
8.5.12
7.30.2012
"Will you teach me how to do the laundry? I'd like to learn so I can help. Then there will be more people to do it and it will be easier."
7.24.2012
their dessert of choice, drumsticks cones, and walking single file around the yard while eating them.
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