My sweet girl Iris told me Sunday afternoon that she was going to wish on the wishing star that she was 10 so she could be older than her cousins Olivia and Addison. She was so delighted in her plan and so convinced it would work. Throughout the day she would giggle and squeal about how she was going to be 10 the very next day. That evening I started to worry how she was going to react to waking up 4 again. I told her none of her clothes would fit and she would have to go to a different school. It did not seem to deter her. As we drove home from a late dinner after her dance recital, she started looking for the star, still excited to grow up overnight. Oh, how I wish she knew she was doing that already. I subtly reminded her I wouldn't be able to rock her anymore or carry her when she got tired. When we got home, she amended and added a second wish - that she would know everything a 10-year-old-knows. Then, with sudden urgency, she demanded to change her panties. She dug furiously through her drawer until she found a pair we had to borrow from big girl Addison and put those on to prepare for being a big girl in the morning. I really started to worry. She was full-on convinced it would work. Then, we turned off the lights and she looked out the window but couldn't see a star. Light pollution is rampant in the city. "Turn the lights back on, Mama." I did. She changed into Batgirl panties and told me she wasn't quite ready to be 10 and that it was okay that we couldn't find the wishing star. My hope is that she always chooses to be my little girl for one more day.
Looking back over the last three years, I can definitely say I have been extraordinarily lucky. My beautiful baby turned three in November. If you haven't seen an adorable baby lately, I invite you to review her on YouTube. Just search for amacrine72.
Here she is at 5 months. So incredibly cute. I completely appreciate how easy she was as a baby. Slept a lot, ate well, appropriate milestones. But I have to say I really like her as a toddler. I swear she skipped 3 and acts like she's 4, complete with conversation, opinions, and eye rolls.
I, of course, am doing many things I said I would never do as a parent. First - activities. She JUST turned three and is in dance class and I have been looking into swimming, Spanish, gymnastics, and martial arts. Things she does not really need. She will start kindergarten in 2015 and I am already looking into pre-schools thinking she is a genius who should be nurtured as such. Well, I was until I read a great article in Slate that pointed out pre-schools only really make a difference to the poor disadvantaged. She is neither. And surprised me yesterday by spelling her name backwards and telling me how many E's are in her middle name. Incidentally, I don't talk to her about her middle name. I wonder if they do at school. So, maybe she's not a genius, but she is pretty bright.
We stopped at the CVS last night and she was checking out the magazines. She named all the colors on the cover of a cooking magazine (stuffed peppers) then we had to count the "gross" stuffing. She thought they were grossed out pumpkins for Halloween. I am amused at her desire to count and classify things.
My current gripe is the Pillow Pet people which leads me to the SECOND thing I said I'd never do: indulge her. They advertise on the kid channel we get on the free TV. Pillow Pets, CuddleUpIts, Stompeez, Dream Lites, and now Glow Pets. She obsessed over the puppy Dream Lite, asked two Santas for it and sleeps with it every night. Now its the Glow Pet. And her little face is so happy and expectant when she sees the commercial that I can't think I could ever deny her something she wants so bad. But they are 30 bucks. Ack. I hate that company and their snappy jingles.
Right after Christmas, we visited the Target as we often do. She had asked for a Hello Kitty mixer several times and I always told her maybe Santa would bring it. Well, I bought her a toy mixer because what is a 3 year old going to do with a mixer? So she spotted it in the Target and said, "STOP. Momma, Santa forgot my mixer!" Then she leaned her head back and yelled in a sing-song voice, "Santa, where are you? You forgot my mixer." Got a few chuckles from fellow shoppers and I almost bought it for her right there.
I am thinking about moving and therefore ridding myself of the extraneous and anyone who knows me knows I have a problem with clutter. Not to the point of being a hoarder, but problems. Did you know hoarders actually have a brain deficit that prevents decision-making? I wonder if as this brain ages it might slip into that. Someone please intervene if it does. In fact, if anyone wants to come intervene on my clutter issue, I would buy you lunch.
We had a great Christmas and New Year. Looking forward to our second year in the Mother Land.
usual, I have been busy. I would love to be blogging about my
interests, art projects, self-improvement, random thoughts, political
leanings, etc. Alas, I have neither time nor energy. But I do have
My Princess loves her polar bear. And her Princess chair.
She grabbed a box of hair ties one day, threw them in the air and proclaimed, "It's waining!" Then she sorted them by color, then put them in a line. She took this picture. Many of her compositions involve her feet. Deliberately.
I am a favorite subject, too. I am not always caught in the most flattering of poses.
We went to see Disney on Ice this weekend with cousins Megan and Ramsey. Iris LOVED it. We stayed at the Tulsa State Fair afterward for some Carousel fun.
We also rode the bees and airplanes. Different cars, same up and down in a circle motion.
Then we ran into cousin Bridget and her family. That's Laney behind Iris. I tried to capture the giantness of the thing she was about to enter, but I did not. It ended in a 3 story slide which Iris did all by herself. We ate some cotton candy, cheese on a stick, bought an inflatable Dora and called it a day. Well, not quite, as we had only about 2 hours before the evening festivities began.
First, we had Jacob's 9th birthday party. Nine. Cool snake cake.
Then we picked up Addison and Kylie for a slumber party at Nana's!
We made a haunted house which kept them busy for a long time. They took it very seriously.
SUNDAY: SCENES FROM KARI'S BABY SHOWER
Then I gave Iris the camera
AND SHE DID SOME STILL LIFES
I watched her take these. She was very deliberate about her subject matter. She has several of the carpet, but she was very serious about taking them. There were three of the ceiling fan and more of ours when we got home. I, of course, think she is wonderfully creative and talented.
Iris has another family that lives in Houston. We tried to see them regularly when we lived there. For some reason, I didn't take a lot of pictures - at least on this camera. They guy in the middle above is Marcus. He is Iris's cousin. I met him when he was seven and just adorable. That was Christmas 2010. He was 13 then.
The following summer, he got accepted into both the High School for the Performing and Visual Arts and the Law Enforcement High School in Houston because he was both smart and talented. He was also very polite. This is at his little brother's 4th birthday party. Redmund is the guy in the middle and his big sister Olivia is to his left. The other punk was a neighbor. Red and Ollie are Marcus's little brother and sister. His mom is on the right (Baby daddy's sister) and step-dad is on the left.
This is outside at the party. Iris's first pinata. Marcus finally had to step in and break it as the little kids just weren't getting it done.
Anyway, later that year, Marcus was diagnosed with Stage IV Melanoma. He underwent a lot of treatment. He lost his fight today. He is already missed.