Category: Kid Speak

Life Now—And Six Months Ago

This week my heart feels bigger.  Bigger in a lot of ways.  Thankful for the love in our lives, the people we share it with and seeing our family grow (NOT pregnant.  We’ve recently welcomed some new nephews to the crew!).

It’s so easy to get lost in the day to day.  Just 6 months ago my brother in law was in a very serious bike vs car accident and I vowed to see life more clearly and stop waiting for it to start, for tomorrows that never come, and start investing in the people in my life and let go of my fears.

Am I different than I was then?  Yes.  Did that experience change me?  Of course.  But not as much as I’d like.  I’m not sure it’s ever as much as we’d like.   The clarity of the days post accident have faded.  Well-remembered when they are, but often out of focus.  I’ve had so many other things orbiting my life that the details of 6 months ago seem—foreign.  Lost.  Ancient even.

When I really think back to those days I feel a little foreign too.  Living in that much awareness after a shock is like being thrown into a 3rd dimension, the details of your life are the same but suddenly in full technicolor, rich and deep but unstable and fleeting.  You don’t know what reality to grab hold of so you just don’t for a while.

It’s with this in my heart and family on my mind that I’ve been thinking a lot about Anne and the adventure our life has been since she entered it.  And it’s not just because she’s a kid.  It’s because she’s Anne.

Here are a few reasons I love being her Mom:

  • The things that inspire the most anger often inspire the most laughter—later.
  • We can’t wait for her to go to bed when she’s melting down and exhausted but miss her once she’s asleep…and seriously consider waking her up just so we can hang out.
  • Tonight she gave me “true love’s kiss” right before she fell asleep.
  • Her Uncle Matt called her to wish her a happy birthday and before he could say anything she yelled “Happy Birthday!” into the phone.  She proceeded to wish everyone a happy birthday all day.
  • Last week she got about 10 mini slivers in both hands from playing the back yard.  I iced her up (a trick I learned from a scalpel fight I had with my dermatologist. Easy anesthetic!) and removed them one by one.  It took like 2-3 sessions over a few days, but before we started she was adamant I not remove them.  This, of course, was before they started to feel sore and irritated.  She said “No!  Not my stripes!  They’re mine!”
  • “Do you like this movie?”  Anne: “A smoothie?!  YES!  I want a smoothie!”  “No.  I said  ‘This. Movie.’ ” Anne: “Smoothie!  Yes a smoothie! Yes please!!”
  • She waits for me to get home from work in the front room.  When I walk in she springs forth from her hiding place (which usually consists of a pillow over her face) and yells “SURPRISE!”
  • “You’re in charge Mommy.  And Daddy’s in charge.  And my blanket is in charge.”
  • Before Ellie had their baby they had a video up of them at the doctor’s office.  Anne wanted to watch the part where they were listening to the heart beat over and over again.  She’d say “Is that my cousin?”
  • She comes home from church a special kind of hyper.  It reminds me of the way I felt in college after a ridiculously fun night out with the girls, super energized and a little bit silly.  She must love her little friends.
  • Anne was running away from Daddy because she didn’t want her diaper changed.  He said “Anne!  It’s not funny!”  Her response?  “It’s a little bit funny Daddy.”   We are in trouble.

 

I’m a Bad Mom. Sometimes I Like It Better When She’s Sick.

 

Yup. We're here again. Sick. Round a million since thanksgiving.

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I shouldn’t be surprised, really.  That is what kids do, right?  Get sick over and over again until they build such an amazing immune system that they graduate into adulthood.  It’s the antibodies!  They create adult humans!

A lot of Anne’s signature sass gets toned down considerably when she’s ill.  In fact, she downright polite.  Lots of pleases and thank yous, cuddling, and loves.  Tantrums are almost eliminated.  The word “No!!” doesn’t fly out of her mouth every 10 minutes.  Rather than put up a fight at bed time she thanks us.  One night I even let out a cough in the wee hours of the night and her little voice came out of the darkness.  “It’s okay Momma.”

She has since reclaimed her throne as chief chatterbox of the household.  Here are some of my favorites:

–Me: “Baby, I hope you aren’t getting pink eye.”  Anne: “I’m not a guy!!  I’m a girl!”

–Out of nowhere Anne said “Let’s go to Utah to see Ellie and Jackson.  We can go on an airplane!”

–While looking at old pictures “Hey!  It’s my friend Jenn! (Jenn is her Aunt)  Is that my Ryan? (her Daddy)”

Anne: We are going to open presents because it’s my birthday and Santa is coming!  And you can open a present!

Me:  You bought me a present?

Anne: No.

Me: Did you buy Daddy a present?

Anne: No.

Me: Did you buy Grandma or Grandpa a present?”

Anne: No.

Me:  Did you buy Max (her cousin) a present?

Anne: Yes.

Me:  So you only bought Max a present?  What did you buy him?

Anne: A boat.

Me:  Well no wonder!  You ran out of money after Max’s present!

Anne:  Yep! It’s a little boat!

A:  We don’t throw people!  M: Did you watch Frozen today?  A:  No.  M:  Is that just something good to live by?  A: Yes!

Hitting and spitting is apparently okay but throwing crosses the line!

P.S.  I am SO glad she is starting to feel better.  We quickly forget how much energy she has after living with Sweet Anne for so many days.  And how often she tries to get away with the word “No!”  The girl who dances like a dragon has returned!  Yay!  (How do dragons dance? I’m sure she’ll gladly demonstrate.)

Thoughts From Anne

-A: Look at this booger!

A: (15 seconds later) I got more boogers!

-Me: I sure love you Anne
A: Oh! Thanks!

-A:You don’t have to drop me!

-A: Can I hold your eyebrows?

-A: I like your head Momma.  It’s very prett-ill-y

-A: Oh thank you Mudder. (grinning)  I called you Mudder!  (Calling me Mother is hilarious, apparently.  Every time she does she feels the need to say it more than once and then point it out.)

Right Now…

The superbowl is quietly playing from the computer, battling Little Einsteins on the big screen.  The Human Rubber Ball is making her rounds, hopping from the bed to the floor to Daddy, spinning, twirling, singing, and laughing all the way.  At least she’s not throwing stuff.  Wait.  Nevermind. That has been a theme today.  “Momma called the Doctor said.  No more monkeys jumpin on the bed!  Are you a doctor Momma?”  She fetched the Hands are Not For Hitting book.  Also a theme of the day.

I woke up feeling achy, feverish, and a little under the weather so I am laying down hoping to be able to lift my arms by morning.  Ever since Thanksgiving with 6 adults and 3 children inhabiting this house, it has been a revolving door of illness.  I have avoided almost all of it.  Maybe it’s my turn…  I sure hope not.  Maybe my immune system will just kick the intruders to the curb.

In other news, I finally got Anne lip sincing to Fall Out Boy on video!  A small portion of it is on instagram.  Her hair is a bit matted down from wearing a hat but we take what we can get!

Bumps

We were in Eddie Bauer last week.  Our 2 year old accidentally bumped into a mannequin and said “Woops!  Sorry!  Excuse me!”  She then proceeded to hug each mannequin by the leg and say “Ohhh!  Nice.”

We have filed this away in pleasant memories to recall during tantrums.

Anne: (who woke up in the middle of the night) I want chocolate milk!!!

Ryan:  Sorry sweetie, no milk.  You can have some water.

Anne:  Noo hoo hooo! I don’t love you!

Ryan: Well that’s too bad because there’s nothing you can do to make me not love you.

No chocolate milk?  You’re dead to her.  She will also declare she doesn’t want you anymore while clinging to you for dear life.  Honestly, it’s hard not to laugh but oh how we try.

The Awesome Thing About Strep Throat

 

Could there possibly be anything awesome about strep throat?  You bet!  Antibiotics, friends.

It seems like every other bug that girl has picked up over the last two months has just lingered foreeeever.  Antibiotics kicked the strep to the curb and within the first 24 hours she was feeling a whole lot better.  Thank goodness for modern medicine!

When I came home from work after two doses I found Anne literally running circles around Grandma.

Anne's feeling better after strep throat and running around Grandma

The Blur

In any case, we are glad to have it behind us.

IN OTHER NEWS…

Here are some out of context moments from my week!

-“No cavities!  Slayed it!”  *high fives mom*

-“He face planted snow boarding so I took him back to the lodge to warm up and get some skis.  He looked at me meaningfully and said ‘Sometimes you are a good Dad.'”

– We spelled out Ryan, Anne, and Maria on the scrabble board.  Anne then maniacally swiped all the pieces off the board and innocently said “Where’d Maria go?”

– “Other than living by family why would anyone live north of Colorado?  It just doesn’t make sense!”  (To me it doesn’t make sense to live anywhere that never gets below 50.  Now that is my own personal hell.)

– Anne: “You guys are eating some creepy fings!”

–  While talking with a seven year old about Google+ she said: “You don’t want your personal stuff on the internet.”  Me “Ya it’s not a good idea”  Her “Like you shouldn’t have your address…or your phone number.  If you did they’d call you and say ‘How many kids do you have?'”

– Just about every time she sits down, Anne (2) announces “I am going to sit right here and wait for my poop to come out.”  Yep.  Everywhere we go.

Hope you are having an excellent week!  It’s FRIDAY!

Grandma:  Can I kiss your forehead?

Anne: Ya!  *kiss*  Can I kiss your nose?

Grandma:  Ya!  *kiss*

Anne:  I love spreading germs!

Mom in the Eyes of a 2 Year Old

Ryan:  We don’t hit mom!

2 yo: No we don’t.

Ryan:  We can tickle mom, we can…

2yo: We can throw Mom up in the air sooo high!

Last night she also tried to pick me up.

I like the way you think, little girl.