Saturday, January 16, 2016

Details of a Crazy Friday with my babies.

Joshua talks very clearly to me everyday. He says his name and he tries to say everybody elses name. He is not taking any nonsense from the other children anymore. He is trying to keep up with them and daring them to try the antics of earlier days. When he hits them he looks at me, like, I owed him that, didn’t I. Nooooooo! I say, I remember they hit you, honey, but you don’t owe him that. He ate a lot better on Friday and I was comforted by this. He is a picky eater. I nearly have to wrestle the food into his mouth. I used to think Sharon was hard on little T the way she had to feed him. He must have had the same malady as this baby. One way or another half the food is going to be on me and half on him and I have to guess how much made it into his mouth. I saw some slight improvement on that effort, this week. I saw him growing and that affecting his appetite. That is a comforting thing.
Karadyn started the day setting up the chairs. I set them up all the time. They all take one chair and do their own thing. This time, she set them up in a straight line. I said, lets play sitting on the bus with Karadyn. She sat in the last seat, very proud of herself for having set up the chairs in a pattern. She was being Ms. Jayne. She was making a game for her friends and she was sitting in the back of the bus and now we can play. I am always in awe of the perspective and direction that her play takes. I am there to exemplify good playing habits, as much as possible. They take it to another level, everyday. She is really making strides in directing her anger away from her friends. Once in a while the blows land on the friend, but she looks at me and turns her hits away from them. I am delighted to see such growth in such a little one. My favorite is her practicing her trills. She sits there and dddddddd as fast as her little mouth can say and she is angry that it still is not a trill, yet.

Poor Braxton got the raw end of the deal, on Friday. We had company. Ms. Christine should be well known to them, I really don’t know how to calculate their behaviors. They were all out of sorts. Braxton got hit a couple of times. He was trying to sit on my lap for a lot of the time. That probably made everybody go after him. His tummy was a bit troubled, we figured out later. Nobody wanted to work out as usual. They each had something different in mind and I tried to keep up with them, somewhat. Braxton couldn’t regroup from everybodys newfound separatism. What is going on? He kept crying. Once we understood he was having a boo boo day, we took care of him and made him as comfortable as we could in the crib. Lets hope we can grow from this experience and get more civil with eachother. I think we will. This may be a new season of the older children learning to respect the growing up of the littler ones. I call it a learning burp! A glitch day.

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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.