Sitting up but still toppling over

Emma is now close to 7 months.  I squeeze her baby legs, press my cheek tight to her baby cheeck, eat her baby toes and kiss the palm of her hand each and many times a day.  At night I look at her and think, “be a baby again tomorrow, Emma.”  She is such a darling and so anxious to keep up with her big sister.  Ellie is the only one who makes Emma giggle to the core of her baby tummy.  I love the way she watches, Elizabeth; with stars glowing in her eyes and two fists pressed to her wide-smiled face; Ellie dances, skips, hops, jumps and sings for her baby sister.  “Emma Baby,” she laughs.  Emma’s chubby legs kick away wanting to be play by her side.  It will be a wonderful day when she does but for now please just be a beautiful baby, Emma.

Elizabeth put this hat on Emma’s head which gave me such a laugh when I walked in the room. 

A Midsummer’s Night Dream

As always, summer is passing much too quickly.  I am on mat leave and Matt, as a teacher, has his summer off.  Fortunately, we have enjoyed many visits with family and friends at the farm and Kavanagh cottage in Bancroft.  It is precious to see Ellie running around with her cousins and friends who create games and design costumes.  Last Wednesday, it was Queen Fairies and Knights.  Cousin Rory used a flutter board from the beach as his shield.  He is 4.  In total, 3 girls and 3 boys aging 2 – 7 ran, screamed, laughed and danced through the field, by the pond and under the apple tree.  It would make Shakespeare smile.

One of our recent visits finished with these words:

Evelyn to Ellie:  We’ll have you over to our house for dinner soon, ok?

Ellie:  Ok.  Will you have drinks for Christine?

Evelyn: Sure, what does your Mom like to drink?

Ellie: Wine.

Evelyn:  Wine.  Ok.  And what does Daddy like?

Ellie: Water.

the name game

It has been said that Elizabeth can be really creative when naming her dolls.  When she was given her first “baby” at just one year, I asked what the doll’s name was and it sounded as though she said, “Myrtle.”  When I repeated that name with a laugh she laughed too.  The name stuck.  Her second doll was given to her when Emma was born.  This one she quickly named, “Sayaka,” after my brother’s girlfriend.  She went on to call a few other random things around the house, Sayaka; her spider plant and the groundhog who lives in the back yard.  Two weeks ago, she suddenly changed Myrtle and Sayaka to Wiggle and Pop and those names have stuck.  However, today she was playing with a new toy and told me it’s name was Help.  We’ll see where all this leads…

no vaseline

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.

yummy days

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.