Underwear?
Under There!
When I presented Marie her post-bath panties last Saturday night, she widened her eyes and grinned as she looked at the orange and green undergarment and said, “I LOVE these underwear! When I wear them I have good days!”
If you know
Marie, though, you know that every day is a good day for her.
Just Two Much
Charlie is two. Charlie is two. No matter how many times I say it I still can’t bring myself to believe it.
In the past
year, he has outgrown his ailments with miraculous speed and has become his own
little flaxen-haired man.
He doesn’t
walk. To get from point A to point B or most likely to non-linear Q, he
bounce-steps in a jaunty little dance-step that Eric best describes as a
“scamper.” He’s still small for his age, so we call him “Shrimp Scampi.” And
while he may be tiny, he makes up for his lack in stature with pure-hearted
exhuberance, waving his arms as he attempts to communicate with waterfalls of
joyful multi-syllabic phrases of Charlie-speak.
He
constantly envelops us in hearty hugs where he wraps his chubby fingers around
our necks and squeezes with all of his strength. He bestows his best
unsolicited kisses on us with glee. We’ve never had a happier, healthier
Charlie.
To say that
we are grateful is a major understatement. We can’t even talk about it without
a few tears of relief and contentment.
Daddy, Daddy
on the Wall
I was minding my own Burgian business as I wandered the hallways
of the newest apartment complex in Rexburg. I was looking for the lounge where
my friends were having our monthly game night and as I turned a corner this is
what greeted me. Look at that handsome, presidential figure!
I had to show off my wall-sized father to my friends and I couldn't resist striking a pose. One of my friends happened to snap this photo. As we
tried to find our way to the exit, we weren't sure which way to go, so I turned
around and said in my best falsetto, Princess Leia voice, "Father! Help us
know which way to turn!"
Only in Rexburg.
Marie’s Preschool Graduation
I’ve
attended the preschool graduation ceremonies for five other children, but this
is the first time I could hear my child’s voice over all of the other little
singers. Finally! Marie was belting out those preschool tunes with such gusto
that I could almost see the veins in her neck.
Her
incomparably gifted teacher, Mrs Doggett, had instructed the kids to “project”
so that even their grandparents could hear them, and Marie projected as if her
dessert depended on it (and I’ll bet her grandparents in Utah and Connecticut
could almost hear her).
We had a
little photo-shoot for Marie and Charlie to celebrate her graduation and his
birthday and we only got yelled at once for borrowing a tough-talkin’
Rexburgian’s yellow wall for a back-drop.
Double Booked
Caleb’s acting debut as one of the leads in his school play was
scheduled for exactly the same time as his viola recital this year (which incidentally was the same day as Marie's pre-school Graduation and Peter's Kindergarten program). His viola
teacher was kind enough to let him play first on the program and even said he
could start early. We were relieved until his school teacher called me and
threatened to get an understudy if he couldn’t arrive on stage on time.
As we left for the recital I could see my shy Caleb’s nerves painfully
playing out as he neared tears and tried to blink them back. I parked in our
driveway and reminded him that the music and the acting were supposed to be fun and
asked him if he’d like to say a prayer to help him. From the back seat I could
hear him gulping down tension as he prayed, “Please help me to have a good
time.”
The recital was behind schedule, so I said a few prayers for
Caleb myself as the minutes ticked by. By the time he started, we had about 7
minutes to play and then book it over to the play. My fingers may have been at
the recital, but my brain was already at the middle school and I actually had
to play his introduction twice. Caleb sailed through his staccatos and nailed
his runs until about midway through his song, when he stuttered slightly and
then stopped altogether.
I played his part to remind him where he was, but he had to hurry
over to the piano and take a quick glance at the music. I was so impressed with
him as he started again and played a flawless finish.
As we scurried off stage and ran to the car, I noticed a little
smirk on his face. He laughed as he said, “I was looking at the floor as I
played and all of a sudden I imagined Brett wearing his Ben Franklin wig! That’s
what made me lose my place!” We both chuckled as he made a quick costume change
in the back of the car and then slid onto the stage with no time to spare.
His portrayal of Thomas Jefferson was just as fun and just as
impressive as his viola performance. And we both survived
There was No
Way We Could Have Danced All Night
For the
Centennial Celebration of Madison County, everyone in town was invited to a
good ole’ fashioned dance. I attended
several practices where we learned everything from the Chicken Dance to Line Dances to the Texas Trot (okay, I just made that last one up).
Holden,
Ethan, Caleb, and Eve were incredibly good sports and learned the dances with
less whining than I would have expected from tween and teenagers. The night of
the dance, we brought our entire tribe and most of us gladly danced, even
Charlie. Eric, however was not as happy to try and wrangle 7 kids with the
squawks of a live band keeping time in the background.
Eric's face in
this photo says it all. I don’t think I have ever loved a photo more. . . I don't know where he is, but he isn't with us.
Pop Goes the Kitty
We had a few leftover cake-pop supplies so I gave a little Family Home Evening craft lesson about how to make Kitty Pops. As annoying as a puking Hello Kitty Cake Pop might seem, I have to admit that I’m impressed with Eric’s skill. Oh! Hair-ball! (Or perhaps it should be. . . Oh! Cake-ball!)
Oh, Sweet
Eve
The highlight of my Mothers’ Day this year was receiving a hand-painted birdhouse from Eve that was filled with little notes. They said things like “Happy Mothers’ Day” and “I love you.” But two of them were my favorites. One said, “This is awkward, but I’m just going to say something natural. Hi.” and the other one said, “I love you dad. Haw! This one’s for dad.”