Friday, October 19, 2012

That Baby Piggy Doesn't Stand A Chance

Camille.

She is two.

Did I mention that?

Today the girls had a party at the karate school. When we dropped them off I ran in quickly to let them know they were there. Camille wanted to go in too but I said no just wait I'll be right back.

She cried.

I came back.

She cried more. And louder.

I told her we were going to see Daddy.

So she started crying Daddy. Then screaming Daddy. And Mommy too.

And really I usually just roll with stuff like that.

But this girl is just so loud.

Where did that come from,that LOUD voice?

I don't love it.

I'm glad no one could ever steal her away. They wouldn't even want to mess with a set of lungs like hers.

They should record that voice and use it for car alarms.

Bottle it and use it to impress people at a side show in a circus somewhere.

Even the hard of hearing cringe when we stroll through Target.

So,all the way to the restaurant she screamed for Daddy and at Mommy. I looked into the rear view mirror about half way there,after I had tried to talk to her,and after I gave up using the radio to try to drown her out and saw she had thrown Night Night over her head so she could scream in private.

Ridiculous.

So we got to the restaurant and I decided I wasn't going to get her out until she said sorry.

I was a little mad.

I told her and she didn't care.

So I decided I didn't care.

So we sat there.

Silas tried to talk me into letting him say it for her.

Shiloh came and he couldn't convince her either. I sent him in with Silas.

I told Camille I wasn't changing my mind and that I don't like to be screamed at.

She eye balled me real good.

All teary like but I was unsympathetic.

I told her I wanted to go in and eat but she needed to sign sorry before we could go.

You do this by rubbing a closed fist in a circular motion on your chest.

And she can do it well.

I got close up to her once more and started my whole speech again when her little fist quickly gave a half little rub and her eyes glared a little sideways glare at me.

She wasn't happy.

I unsnapped her and she couldn't help a little smirk.

Did she just think she had somehow won?

I'm pretty sure I had won.

Didn't I?

I'm not big on forcing sorrys if their heart isn't in it but I thought she needed to learn sometimes you need to start with sorry before you can get anywhere.

Like out of your car seat.

And man I really hate her screaming at me while I'm driving.

Did I mention that?

So we went in.

The girl was FAMISHED.

She ate all her food and half of Shiloh's.

She was so quiet. Just a shovelin away.

When she was full she got down to play and was so so happy.

Then we left.

I carried her to the car and just as I reached out to open her door she grinned and looked at me and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed her chest with that same little fist.

And this time I think she meant it.

But mostly I think she just learned that that sign somehow makes me happy and maybe in that moment she did want to make me happy because on the way home...

she yelled.

Twirp.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Many Happy Returns

Monday July 16th

Today Shiloh and I talked about making some really big changes. I think we both feel good about them. I spoke with my brother and sister-in-law and dreamed of Ethiopian coffee. I made a phone call about something that I think will make things take a turn for the better. I read to all of the kids before bed from their own special books. 


With Cecily I'm reading The Enormous Egg, with Clara Florence Nightingale (oh I just realized Shiloh read with her tonight), with Silas The Phantom Tollbooth,and with Camille a variety of board books but for sure My Daddy and I by P.K. Hallinan...always 'Daddy eye' (which is what I imagine she thinks the title actually means)

We got that book from my baby shower when I was pregnant with Cecily. My sister threw it and had everyone bring a book in lieu of a card. I loved that idea. My Gram brought that one. Incidentally it is my Gram and Pawpaw's 52nd anniversary today. 52nd is a ordinal number. Cecily and I studied that in Life of Fred tonight. I love Life of Fred...which reminds me my friend Laura asked me for more home school ideas...and no my friend is not Laura Numeroff.

Thursday July 26th


It was Camille. In this photo. The jacket belonged to Cecily but the eyes they are blue. Only Camille and Silas have blue eyes.


Recently Cecily and Silas have had black eyes. And Silas and Clara have had busted open places on their faces that will leave scars. It's really just been such an eventful month. Oh well,I'll take busted lips or chins and black eyes over broken bones.

My computer is FULL of photos. My camera cards are FULL of more photos. Shiloh got me an external hard drive so I could transfer photos from my computer to it and then transfer photos from my cards to my laptop. Only now my laptop won't read my cards...so that's why I'm pulling random old photos and blogging about them. ;)

Here are more. (I'm picking randomly here)


Camille again. This time wearing one of Clara's old outfits. She's about six months old. Before she was a crawling pro. I especially love the one of her and Cecily. Here it is again.




***You may notice that these dates are not very current. I started to lag behind on blog work and just discovered I never posted this today when a friend commented on an older post. Oh well. Life goes on.


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