Fave-O-Lit Friday
For a Sleepless Child
by Peter Schmitt
If your room is ever too dark,
small one, look out through your window
up at the moon, that little bulb
left on for you in the sky’s black wall.
It will still be there come morning,
burning in a bright room of blue.
And if your room, restless one,
is much too still, listen to the clatter
of the freight, rattling past trestles
on the cool night breeze. Then follow
the moon to the side of the tracks,
where the train is a long, slow dream
you can jump on. An open car
is waiting for you—one step up—
you’re on! Now watch the dark towns, the lights
deep in the porches, and lie down
in the soft straw, and sleep till morning,
when the train chugs into station,
noisy with birds and wires overhead.
Quailday: Potty Prowess
Our bird’s taken to this rather quickly. I was going to wait to potty train until August when she moves into Miss Christil’s class at school. She does an intensive potty training and it’s one of the biggest perks of our girls going to that school! Plus the Quail isn’t steady on her feet fulltime yet- so it seemed like she wouldn’t be developmentally ready. And her lil legs didn’t touch the ground on that first potty we were using from Zuzu’s training days. Lovey wanted to get the potty out and try though. I figured it couldn’t hurt. What she had going for her was the fact that most nights she stays dry and has for sometime. If you go to her when she hollars you find a dry dipe on the girl. That and it was not uncommon at tubby time in the evening for us to “get got” in the time between when we took off her diaper and got her physically in the tubby. Well we got it out and put her on it pre-tubby. She went potty (I’m still thinking that first few times were sheer luck on our part of when we happened to put her on the potty). We signed potty, her sister wrote her out a potty chart (and made a matching one for herself) and we pulled out a cupboard of stickers and let her choose which one each time she pee-peed. Well the second time we set her on the potty, she did her business, then pointed to it and declared rather nonchalantly, “Right there.” She chose her sticker and we were on our way. The next few times as soon as she peed she declared, “Ticker!” and pointed to where the stickers were. Then that weekend lo-and-behold- out came Mr. Poo-poo. In the meantime the girl couldn’t get more attention from her big sister if she tried. Zuzu was in her glory explaining the process of, pee in little potty, put your diaper in the trash, dump pee-pee in big potty, shut the lid, flush, lift the lid to wave bye-bye to your pee-pee and choose a sticker to then put on your chart. We’re only doing it morning and night right now- so we’re keeping it low pressure. I remember Zuzu loving it initially and then once the shine wore off hating it with all her might. We’re prepared for that possibility- but for now we’re just too stinkin darn proud of our Potty Princess’ Prowess! Pun intended. Go Birdy go!
corner view: home
On home:
The best way to keep children at home is to keep the home atmosphere pleasant and let out the air in their tires. ~Dorothy Parker
I have been very happy with my homes, but homes really are no more than the people who live in them. ~ Nancy Reagan
When you’re safe at home, you wish you were having an adventure; when you’re having an adventure you wish you were safe at home. ~ Thornton Wilder
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams. ~Unknown
Home is not where you live, but where they understand you. ~Christian Morganstern
I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself. ~ Maya Angelou
Corner view is a weekly Wednesday post hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or poetic 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
Zuzuday: Doctor, Momma, Teacher, Fundraiser
Momma: “What do you want to be when you grow up Zuzu?”
Zuzu: ” A Doctor-Momma-Teacher! No wait- a Momma first- to 10 girls!”
Momma: ” Maybe start with Doctor, otherwise with all my grandbabies, I’m not sure you’ll have time to get the MD degree!”
Zuzu: “Oh Momma- you’re just being silly- of course I will!”
This girl’s got big plans! And we couldn’t be prouder. A couple of weeks ago Zuzu had her first attempt at fundraising. She was tickled. She kept announcing that she was going to raise money for “St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital“. I kid you not, she got the whole phrase out at least 7 times a day. Her school was hosting a safety week with a final Trike-a-thon on that friday. Each child brought home an envelope to raise money. Zuzu told me very excitedly the first day that there were sick kids who needed her help and she was going to learn about safety, ride her tricycle and raise enough money to win a bear backpack and help the sick kids! When I picked her up that Wednesday from school her excitement continued. Her teacher told me that she and her BFF were over playing with the blocks and I should ask them what they were building. When I got over there I noticed the small doctor action figures along with a two foot multi-plex of a building. The girls informed me they were playing St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. I was so proud. While we didn’t raise quite enough money for the backpack, I think she learned a good lesson- one that fortunately already seems to come naturally to her- appreciation for what you have and empathy for those that have it harder then you do. It’s a good lesson- one that applies from the day we’re born on forward. St. Jude’s is a wonderful organization that offers great hope to families who are struggling. No child should ever have to learn the language they need to there. But at least there is a wonderful resource to help families make it through today and offer a brighter tomorrow. Please consider donating.
Mommaday: weekend round-up…
gratitude journal
1. spring weekend days feeling summery
2. flower puttering time with the girls
3. driving up to the school playground and seeing our Bird standing and looking so lovely at a tree in a pretty, pretty pink & black dress
4. Zuzu’s wise quips
5. Zuzu’s clarifications of which people on the computer are in our land (as opposed to Dora’s)
6. Stisters copying each other
7. so many “tickers” on the chart
8. a great and empowering lunch meeting where I was told we’re already ahead of the curve in our goals, intentions and plans for our wee one
9. a dance routine under the privet tree
10. leaf monies
11. blooms
12. groanin over growin
13. big grins greetin you
14. a busy busy week!
15. yellow iris’ joining the mix
16. some concentrated flower camera time
17. birthday parties
18. feeling grateful all around
19. helpin out
20. talking about emotions with the two year old
21. days full of rascaling, monstering and pouncing.
See What I Saw Saturday
Fave-O-Lit Friday
I am your quiet place, you are my wild
I am your calm face, you are my giggle
I am your wait, you are my wiggle
I am your audience, you are my clown
I am your London Bridge, you are my falling down
I am your Carrot Sticks, you are my licorice
I am your dandelion, you are my first wish
I am your water wings, you are my deep
I am your open arms, you are my running leap
I am your way home, you are my new path
I am your dry towel, you are my wet bath
I am your dinner you are my chocolate cake
I am your bedtime, you are my wide awake
I am your finish line, you are my race
I am your praying hands, you are my saving grace
I am your favourite book, you are my new lines
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you
Quailday: Coming soon…..
I am dreadfully behind on my crowing over this dear girl.
Since the last update on what she’s up to so much has happened and every single time I go to write about it something comes up and I make a note, look at the length and sheer volume of things I need to document, get overwhelmed and decide to come back to it later. I’m talking 2 months worth of grand hoopla!
So this is a little promise to be back soon with more detailed descriptions and high-lights from the Quail’s days that include grand things like:
*her ability to heft an 8 pound bowling ball down the lane
*her baby steps become more steady and independant
*her added vocabulary both in sign and song
*her cruising mania
*her terrible teething troubles that have 16 confirmed and in place
*her super baby oral-motor strength and coordination that allowed her to eat her first piece of pizza and chicken nugget like the rest of the rock-stars in her class
* her first pee-pee in the potty on 3/21/11, and the subsequent pee-pee and poo-poo adventures which include an already full sticker chart, the additions to her vocabulary of potty and sticker, attempts to undress herself, her clear indications of where the pee-pee is (Right there!) and waves to the extrements as they swirl away…
*her playground bullying…don’t be alarmed…she’s the uberbaby in these stories, not the underdog. Ain’t nobody puttin this baby in a corner!
*her rock-star scoring on her most recent HELP assessment which blew itself off of its’ developmental curve with huge leaps to another curve in cognition and social/emotional. Who would have ever guessed that my baby who has Down syndrome would have the same cognitive functioning as other babies who don’t who are only a couple of months younger and have the social-emotional equivalent of a 23-31 month old. Stereotypes be-damned.
Much,much more to come and pictures galore…but for now this glimpse will have to do….




















