Ah, two and a half years in as a mother and I am still slow to investigate the quiet times. We had such a peaceful morning on Ellie’s first day home for the summer. No more daycare for her! I am a full time mother for at least another 14 months. Sweet bliss of Ontario EI.
Our first morning as a threesome began slowly because Ellie is enjoying not having to rush off to “Elle’s House” when the music plays on the radio. She knows that when she hears the Current’s theme music on the CBC that it is time to head out the door so we will not be late. Now, she can continue to play and disregard that old schedule until we develop a new one in the fall. Summer days are meant to be long and lazy.
I was finishing my mocha before heading upstairs to get my social toddler ready for a morning at the park. It’s so hot this summer so it’s better to get outside before the scorching heat of midday. Well, apparently, Ellie had her own plans which included smearing her entire head full of goopy gloppy vaseline. Otherwise known as “Emma’s bum cream.” I could not even see the strands of her hair she had used so much. Perhaps she did this to cool herself? She did not really have an explanation when I asked her, “Ellie, why did you put Emma’s bum cream in your hair?”
After explaining it was not such a good idea and that now we could not go to the park to include sand in the mix my solution was as follows: I put one of Emma’s baby caps on Ellie and told her to keep it on until I figured out what to do. So she sat and read while I sent messages out to trusted Moms and my sister, Trish, a former hairdresser. Trish suggested Dawn dish detergent and it helped. It is now over a week later and with many washings and swims Ellie’s hair still looks like it needs a good wash.
She chooses her thumb over the giraffe.
“It’s better,” feels Emma.
Soft caterpillar in hand
her head bobs on chubby shoulders
wide-eyed and drooling
squeezed into her green Bumbo
her toes and feet dancing in the air
soft skin under older hands.
This story has been spreading around family and friends so I will post it here for you. Elizabeth (Ellie) – now 2 and a half – had returned home fr0m Elle’s house, where she spends Monday thru Thursdays. I was changing her diaper on the couch. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Elle takes Elizabeth to Roden drop-in. On this certain day, Ellie left the house in the morning wearing a butterfly necklace which she had made at Elle’s house. I noticed that the necklace was missing so I asked her, “Where is your necklace?” Elizabeth paused and thought for a moment before she smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead and exclaimed, “Oh Fuck!” She rolled her eyes and said plainly, “forgot it at drop-in.”
Ellie and I continuously debate our roles in the family. She says, “I’m the Boss,” and I tell her that “I am the Boss and that she is just bossy.” What I know for sure is that I am now the Lady of the house. However; I am also the Lady’s maid, housekeeper, nanny, butler, footman, valet, gardener, cook and even, the lowly Daisy. I just wish I had a talented British writer to prepare witty dialogue so I could speak like the Dowager Countess whose role I am happy to leave out as of now.
Oh, you are too funny!
I found a pair of sunglasses this afternoon in a gift bag that was overlooked earlier. We have received so many gifts for both you and Emma and sadly, I have not been able to keep track of them as they seem to disappear into your room or my closet before I get to really look at them. I opened this bag and there were the sunglasses obviously intended for you.
“Oh, sunglasses! Thank you, Mamma!” you said and put them on while standing on my bed and looking in the mirror. “Now I can drive my car,” then you paused before adding, “but where is my car?”
You are here! I am so happy to see you. You are love in my arms. We were not sure you would arrive so it is with sweet relief that I snuggle with you. From the moment I saw your face I was smitten. Dadda held you near my right side but I had to wait until the surgery was finished and they were moving me out of the OR that I had the pleasure of holding you. You wanted to be held the rest of our stay in the hospital and were a little fussy with Matt. Elizabeth visited you that evening and she loved you without hesitation or jealousy. She was also worried about Mamma’s “Owwwy Boo-boo” or simply, “Owwwy.” She watched my nurse, Christine change my bandage from Dadda’s arms at the end of the bed in our private room at East General. Elizabeth was very brave and excepting of the entire process of welcoming you, Emma, into the world. I am so proud of her. You are terribly lucky to have a big sister like Elizabeth and I am so excited to watch you grow together as best friends. But, how different you are! Emma with your mass of dark, and we believe curly, hair while Elizabeth was bald with faint blonde fuzz until 8 months. Elizabeth was a mere 5.9 while you were born at a normal 7.6 and are now over 11.3. It may be differences such as these that unite the two of you and make your relationship ever so sweet. So much to learn and experience from each other! Well, enough of the future because I just want to freeze today.
I hope that you are still able to read this particular form of Old English when you grow up, Ellie. I just went to Twitter for the first time to check in on the latest media craze which is Charlie Sheen and I could not understand some of the text within the stream. Language has now become a mishmash of symbols, smiley faces and letters. I am so far only teaching you the alphabet, A-Z. It is really interesting how technology is changing our language. Written communication has become short and direct. Nobody sends traditional mail anymore unless you are sending/receiving a Thank you or Invitation. I hope that you are not already distracted by your brain wanting to jump to task on to something else… multi-tasking… but I will end here anyway because that is exactly what I am doing. 🙂