January 11, 2013
Posted on: January 12, 2013
Heard from the backseat: “Momma, please be quiet. Daddy is driving. You need some manners.”
Momma: “I’m just talking to your Dad, River, it’s fine.”
River: “No, Momma. Daddy is driving. This is a serious moperation!”
This is now our family codeword — anything important is a serious moperation.
January 10, 2013
Posted on: January 10, 2013
Little Kai, you love to dance! When the stereo is on, you clap your hands and spin in a slow circle. I love the way you crouch down a little and hop from one foot to the other. Your favourite song is “Open and shut/ and open and shut/ And give a little clap!” You clap along with me and giggle in anticipation of the tickle part of the song. Bless you for being such a sweet little boy.
January 9, 2013
Posted on: January 9, 2013
Little Riv, you went to your first drama class today at Arts Umbrella, and you just loved it. This is your second independent activity (you took a Bright Stars dance class in the Fall). We plan to start you in an arts preschool program in the Spring.
Each time I pick you up and carry you, we have a little ritual. I say, “You are such a big girl now! How did you get to be so big?”
Lately you’ve started saying it before I do. “My goodness!” you say, “I’m a big girl! How did I get to be so big?”
My sentiments exactly, my darling girl.
January 8, 2013
Posted on: January 9, 2013
The past few weeks have been incredibly difficult, my wee darlings. I have been very grateful for my brother and sister. It is my hope that you will always love one another the way you do now, and be a support to your sibling in good times and bad. Even though you are so little, you love to laugh and play together — it brings me such joy.
January 7, 2013
Posted on: January 9, 2013
Little Kai, you are a terrible sleeper — there are no two ways about it. We have tried everything (I mean it) and while there is some improvement, you still spend the second half of the night in bed with me. I know that, one day, you won’t need me the way you do now. So I savour your milky kisses, your chubby wee arms and solid little body, even at 3 a.m.
January 5, 2013
Posted on: January 5, 2013
Little Riv, you are an excellent baker. You and I have been baking muffins, cookies and cinnamon buns when little bro is having his nap. You love measuring and counting and stirring — although when we combine the wet and dry ingredients you are not too keen on the batter getting “sticky-icky”. We sewed some pretend oven mitts for you to use in your little kitchen this week, and you were thrilled to trace your hands and make a pattern.
January 4, 2013
Posted on: January 5, 2013
Kai-guy you are a busy boy these days, always wanting to walk on your own (not big on holding Momma’s hand!). You tend to take off on the sidewalk, in the park, down the aisles of Choices Market, etc. Each time you do, your big sister shouts, “Baby on the run!” and tears off after you (to save you or encourage you, I’m never really sure which).
January 3, 2013
Posted on: January 3, 2013
Little Kai, you are a man of few words, but you are an excellent communicator. A couple of days ago, when I asked if you wanted to get out of bed, you said, “No, no, no.” (You never say “no” just once, it’s always three times). You made kiss noises and snuggled up to me. We had some great cuddles and then you rolled away and signed, “All done!” and said, “Up!” You are just as I dreamed you would be — a sweet, sturdy, affectionate little fellow.
January 2, 2013
Posted on: January 3, 2013
Little Riv, I think your favourite part of Christmas was the carols — you have been singing for a month. Of course you do put your own spin on them:”Good tidings we bring/ To you and your chin/ We wish you a Merry Christmas/ And a happy well Year.” Or “Peas on earth and mercy mild/God and zebras reconciled.” Pretty good for only 3 if you ask me!
January 1, 2013
Posted on: January 3, 2013
We lost my Dad to cancer on December 28th. My Dad adored my kids — he took care of Riv while I was giving birth to little Kai. The feeling was mutual; my little ones loved spending time with their Grandad. My heart is just broken that he won’t be here to see them grow up or teach them to play golf. We miss you so much, Grandad.
Kids & Grandad in better times
Momma Joy 