Quailday: monkeyin’ around

The Quail has morphed into a monkey of late. She only has eyes for Zuzu and whatever Zuzu does, the Quail tries. I can see where this may lead us into trouble come the teenage years . For a kiddo blessed with an extra chromosome though, this skill is something to make the most of. Zuzu has wanted a partner in crime for some time now. So, as parents we can focus our attention on Zuzu’s rhythms and patterns and the Quail’s will follow. Whether it is potty time, signing time, dinner time or play time Zuzu’s desire to do something gets the Quail hopping, hollering, crawling, cart-wheeling and swinging.

The changes in the Quail are subtle. One minute she’s our baby and the next that baby is gone. A week after Sugarplum came home from the hospital and our tired eyes reopened enough to get a good look at the other girls, both Lovey and I experienced the sudden sibling growth that you hear about. The birth of a baby whisks away the babyhood of your others. Suddenly we have to heft her up, her shoes are too tight, her shirts bare her beebo, while her shorts have turned her in to a plumber.  She barely fits in the crook of our neck when we carry her to bed. I don’t remember this being so vivid when the Quail came home. Zuzu remained our lil sweet-ums it seems to me. Maybe because she stayed tucked in and nursing for the months that followed.  When Lovey suggested we take her in to get weighed though I had to remind him that considering she had just been in to the pediatrician 2 weeks before, I didn’t think insurance would cover, “I have a new baby, so my old one became a giant” syndrome.

It isn’t just her size. It’s her play, which is all about pretending she’s on her way out with a purse, a baby and a stroller. Coloring specific parts of pictures. Reading her babydolls to sleep. Settling herself into her kitchen chair without a boost from one of us and on to the couch cushions without the aid of her step-stool. Finding her suddenly with a half-crushed cereal bar in one hand and an open tub of raisins in the other. Walking in to the kitchen and noticing the little kid dishes drawer yanked open and tiny plastic pink and green bowls set out on each corner of the table.

It’s her dress. You walk into a room following a trail of unders, socks and a random shoe. You find her with one sock half on, her sister’s shorts draped part way below her knees and above her pull-up, a naked chest and a handful of wipes. She is forever swiping wipes.

And then you talk to her. She’s full of opinions. Mine. No. Momma. Da. Sister. Baby. Kiss. Cat. Yes. Barney. Shoe. Kefir. Juice. Cracker. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! It’s subtle. It’s quiet. Well, all but No, and Barney (Ney). I can see the speech coming now. I’ve been worried if it would. I feared it might not. Now, finally there are quiet whispers of words to come.

corner view: tables

I have to say I haven’t thought much about the tables in our home. They are truly the silent witness to our daily ordinaries. They hold up our hands, our nourishment and gather us together. When I went looking at pictures of the tables we sit at I assumed I’d post a picture of our dining room or kitchen ones. But the photos that made me grin were not those, rather the tables we take with us and seek out so that we can be together as a family when we are out of our home. Tables are family, friendship, food & fun!

Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or writerly in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine

sunday still life

Sunday Still Life is an evolving mindfulness project; a weekly invitation to pause the busy of our days, to re-center and celebrate the beauty and depth of life. If you are leave inspired to join in, please leave a link in Erin’s comments.

We love going to the mountains when summer days are hot. And when they are still too hot to enjoy the mountain air, we play in the children’s museum. The girls are old enough now that this is so very much fun for them.Their hearts are as light as the bubbles they chase!

gratitude

1. hearing the Quail make little words

2. seeing Zuzu offer to help around the house

3. Zuzu’s “chapter books”

4. baby smiles

5. Zuzu’s announcement that the baby smiles have started

6. sisters in dueling pools

7.Visitors not packing up and leaving when it gets loud

8. seeing the similarities between the children and puppies

9. strawberry-rhubarb pudding cake

10. figuring out hard cases

11. coffee in the morning

12. library day

13. a kindle!

14. Nikon D7000

15. capturing wisdom from photography friends

16. finding new blogs to enjoy

17. paperback books

18. audiobooks

19. long strawberry kissed locks on the 3 year old

20. The Quail on a big girl swing

21. a memory of a first kiss

Five Minute Friday: Story

Today I’m going to start a Fave-O-Lit of my own! I’m joining Lisa-Jo Baker’s friday ritual of a five minute writing exercise on a topic she gives. I find the less time I take to blog the less inspired I feel to do it or get back to it. When I’ve been absent from here and I go back I stare at the screen feeling critical of all I missed putting down and last as to where to start. The less inspired I feel, the less I think in terms of stories and then the less I remember. It’s a way of thinking really, thinking of my life in terms of stories. It’s one I enjoy and one I want to give to my children as a gift. My excuse of late is that I’m too tired to get up early and find a photo and wax on about it poetically and when I do feel inspired, the children radar in on that light in my eye and want my attention and it rightfully goes to them. Unfortunately when they tire of me, they leave me tired.  So this exercise will take me out of my usual patterns and hopefully stir up that inkwell in my head. If you care to join in come here

Today’s topic is story and here we go:

When I was little I felt like I had no story to tell. Or more to the point I felt critical of my storytelling ability rather then accepting. Each year for 3 years in a row my Grandmother gave me a 5 year diary. It was a gift that I couldn’t understand at the time. I always had my nose in a book so it would only make sense that I would like to put my own stories on paper. I tried a time or two, but then I would go back and read it and feel like it hadn’t been worth the paper it was put on and I would stop recording. Then I would try again when the start of the 2nd and subsequent years came up in the diary. Each with the same results of a few entries, a few rereads and more than a little disappointment.

Instead I would write on end in these little yellow notebooks that had blue lines in them. And what I wrote were scripts  for the shows I watched. For me it was The Smurfs.

What’s funny now is my daughter Zuzu and I have a little activity we both enjoy. I pull up a photo file and she picks one out and dictates a story to me about it. At first I found myself irritated that what she told me were plotlines to Dora the Explorer or some princess doll she happened to be playing with. Then I noticed that if she hadn’t recently been watching TV the scripts were versions of our day where someone went to time out, someone needed taxi money to get to work or someone had to pump their milk for the baby that they had. Hearing these stories made me smile and made her feel important. Now she has moved on to dictating her stories and illustrating them in what she calls her “Chapter Books” at school as well. I hope she always feels her stories are worth writing down and it doesn’t take her as long as it took me to get there; whether those stories come from Dora the Explorer’s land or her own.

corner view: hot

…and indeed it is! On a hot southern summer day it’s only natural to seek out water for our little mermaids. The Sistred are not solid swimmers as of yet though, so we have to look for creative water play areas to cool off in. Zuzu is tickled that she gets her second go at swim lessons starting next week. Here’s hoping she takes to them this time! In the meantime we’ve recently discovered Piedmont Park and the Legacy Fountain in Atlanta.

 

 

Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or writerly in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine