Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Party in the Back
before
after
So it was a tough decision to hack at Kit's baby mullet... we were sensitive to her thin hair and wanted to treasure the locks she had, but it didn't seem to really be heading anywhere good so our dear Seth styled her up. He came over one afternoon for cocktails and a playdate with Taylor (his daugher, Elsie's age) and brought his shears. Elsie and Kit got haircuts and lollipops and had a fine time!
before
after
So it was a tough decision to hack at Kit's baby mullet... we were sensitive to her thin hair and wanted to treasure the locks she had, but it didn't seem to really be heading anywhere good so our dear Seth styled her up. He came over one afternoon for cocktails and a playdate with Taylor (his daugher, Elsie's age) and brought his shears. Elsie and Kit got haircuts and lollipops and had a fine time!
iCarly
So the other weekend, it was Sunday post-nap and I was thrilled to have just about survived the weekend as a single mom. (D was on call). Feeling particularly indulgent, then, we headed to the mall on this sweltering summer afternoon and found ourselves at the Build-A-Bear workshop.
Little did I know, I was ill-prepared.
Our first hurdle was selecting the animal to build. Narrowly avoiding the neon turquoise bear covered in peace signs, I felt in control when we settled on a caramel-colored bunny, tasteful, classic, and ready to be loved.
But... but.... I did not know to avoid the next station, did not know to batten the hatches, did not know to be wary of my hubris. Be forewarned: the next station is the sound. A sound chip can be inserted into the bear/bunny, a sound chip that can play in the car, in the house, in the stroller, on the bike, and in the bed at 3am when a sleeping child, still sleeping soundly rolls over upon said bear/bunny, or even at 5:35 am when a not so soundly sleeping child awakens upon rolling as such. Be forewarned. Again, I did not know to avoid the easily avoidable station and there we were. Weakened, I argued for the giggle or "I Love You." And boldly, bravely, and stronger than I, she argued for iCarly or Jonas Brothers. Don't ask me how it happened. We ended up with iCarly. And from there, it snowballed, it barreled downhill, and avalanched into the now-stuffed bunny needing, desiring, demanding to be donned in either
A. A satin wedding dress or
B. in a mermaid costume
That is how we ended up settling on the iCarly outfit. That is how we ended up with the lesser of evils, somehow replete with sequins and denim mini-skirt, our tween bunny was now dressed.
As the tide ebbs and flows, and the moon waxes and wanes, having been defeated in wardrobe, I gathered my energies to win the final battle: the naming. Elsie was going for the iCarly hattrick, the iCarly trifecta, and wanted to name the hare after her, but I prevailed and we settled on Lucy (after our Lucy gone to college).
As the Build-a-Bear girl checked us out, she asked Elsie who her favorite iCarly character was--a reasonable question considering our bear sings the iCarly themesong while dressed as a devoted groupie. Elsie seemed surprised that iCarly was a show but nonplussed. She was working on memorizing the themesong, a kind of victory march, as her vanquished mother settled the tab.
So the other weekend, it was Sunday post-nap and I was thrilled to have just about survived the weekend as a single mom. (D was on call). Feeling particularly indulgent, then, we headed to the mall on this sweltering summer afternoon and found ourselves at the Build-A-Bear workshop.
Little did I know, I was ill-prepared.
Our first hurdle was selecting the animal to build. Narrowly avoiding the neon turquoise bear covered in peace signs, I felt in control when we settled on a caramel-colored bunny, tasteful, classic, and ready to be loved.
But... but.... I did not know to avoid the next station, did not know to batten the hatches, did not know to be wary of my hubris. Be forewarned: the next station is the sound. A sound chip can be inserted into the bear/bunny, a sound chip that can play in the car, in the house, in the stroller, on the bike, and in the bed at 3am when a sleeping child, still sleeping soundly rolls over upon said bear/bunny, or even at 5:35 am when a not so soundly sleeping child awakens upon rolling as such. Be forewarned. Again, I did not know to avoid the easily avoidable station and there we were. Weakened, I argued for the giggle or "I Love You." And boldly, bravely, and stronger than I, she argued for iCarly or Jonas Brothers. Don't ask me how it happened. We ended up with iCarly. And from there, it snowballed, it barreled downhill, and avalanched into the now-stuffed bunny needing, desiring, demanding to be donned in either
A. A satin wedding dress or
B. in a mermaid costume
That is how we ended up settling on the iCarly outfit. That is how we ended up with the lesser of evils, somehow replete with sequins and denim mini-skirt, our tween bunny was now dressed.
As the tide ebbs and flows, and the moon waxes and wanes, having been defeated in wardrobe, I gathered my energies to win the final battle: the naming. Elsie was going for the iCarly hattrick, the iCarly trifecta, and wanted to name the hare after her, but I prevailed and we settled on Lucy (after our Lucy gone to college).
As the Build-a-Bear girl checked us out, she asked Elsie who her favorite iCarly character was--a reasonable question considering our bear sings the iCarly themesong while dressed as a devoted groupie. Elsie seemed surprised that iCarly was a show but nonplussed. She was working on memorizing the themesong, a kind of victory march, as her vanquished mother settled the tab.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Cousins 2.0
Elsie and Bryce have long been entertaining as a twosome with their manipulations, manhandling, and generally madness--or maddeningness. But now we are seeing the personalities of the second generation of cousins appear, Brooke, Kit, and Tad are developing into real little people with personalities to the delight of us all!
Barbara came down with the kids last weekend and every once in a while, we would come upon Brooke and Kit lounged in a bed in the bedroom down the hall, giggling with each other. It won't be the last time, I'm sure!
Elsie and Bryce have long been entertaining as a twosome with their manipulations, manhandling, and generally madness--or maddeningness. But now we are seeing the personalities of the second generation of cousins appear, Brooke, Kit, and Tad are developing into real little people with personalities to the delight of us all!
Barbara came down with the kids last weekend and every once in a while, we would come upon Brooke and Kit lounged in a bed in the bedroom down the hall, giggling with each other. It won't be the last time, I'm sure!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Lucy and Hedgie
This week we are a little sad... happy sad though... School starts soon with the anticipation/mourning that the end of summer and beginning of something new inspires... And along with that, our dear Lucy started as a first-year student at UGA. She headed up yesterday and we will miss her. For years now, she has been a great sitter for us--just across the street and so sweet with the girls. Here she is with little hedgie, Clarence, and the girls. And, yes, Lucy is as lovely inside as she is outside. Honestly, if the girls turned out just a little bit like her with her sense of humor, intelligence, charm, and easy self-assurance we would call ourselves successful as parents!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Arranged Marriage
We went to Charleston this weekend to arrange Kit's marriage. We were an easy sell--all Ashley and Rod had to do was host us at their lovely home for the night and make us a super yummy dinner and ply us with drinks and let us sit on the Fulmer's porch overlooking the golf course on Picard Way for cocktails. We were eager to betroth Kit to Boyd at that point. The kids also seemed to get along well--Elsie and Emma were too busy playing to pose for pictures and here Boyd and Kit are riding off into the sunset. (Kit was willing to be shotgun in Boyd's golf cart but needed to pilot the firetruck all on her own!) With them off our hands, us in-laws can get back to really important matters like beer-margaritas and I see our future friendship as full as our past thirty or so years of friendship, right Ash?
We went to Charleston this weekend to arrange Kit's marriage. We were an easy sell--all Ashley and Rod had to do was host us at their lovely home for the night and make us a super yummy dinner and ply us with drinks and let us sit on the Fulmer's porch overlooking the golf course on Picard Way for cocktails. We were eager to betroth Kit to Boyd at that point. The kids also seemed to get along well--Elsie and Emma were too busy playing to pose for pictures and here Boyd and Kit are riding off into the sunset. (Kit was willing to be shotgun in Boyd's golf cart but needed to pilot the firetruck all on her own!) With them off our hands, us in-laws can get back to really important matters like beer-margaritas and I see our future friendship as full as our past thirty or so years of friendship, right Ash?
Sunday, August 01, 2010
About time?
David took all of the aquarium pictures below... so good... It is about time for a career change for him, isn't it?
What I Want
Recently, one evening with wine in hand at Hilton Head on the porch, my dear dear friend Jenn recently asked me what I wanted for my girls for their future--I love Jenn for asking me questions I find myself wanting to answer yet surprised by my response. And I was surprised when I immediately responded that I wanted them to be friends... like Barbara and I have become over the years... One of my greatest greatest delights in recent days is the many occasions where I hear Elsie's contagiously uncontrollable giggles at something her sister is doing. They play together so well and Elsie seems entranced and Kit eager to entertain. Just this evening, I came out from putting Kit down to find David and Elsie laying on the sofa reminiscing about their favorite parts of our really good weekend and Elsie beside herself imitating a Kit maneuver. It slays me... it really does. Kit said her first "I love you" last week when she said good-bye to her Grammy--it came out "I UH OOOu." Since then, Elsie works hard to elicit the sentiment from her sister. Cheers to that--may it always be true!
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