Until today. She took to her first soccer camp with the natural spunk she always has in our own backyard. Too bad big sister's class was canceled due to rain. They will be quite the pair!
bearing witness to the fleeting moments of growing two little girls, an edible backyard, a baby-to-be, chickens, and a novel
Showing posts with label Elliot Rose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elliot Rose. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Elliot Takes the Field
Out of the shadow of her big sister, Elle can sometimes be timid. Shocking, I know, from such a brave, curious, assertive little girl. But without her sister, she seems a little untethered.
Until today. She took to her first soccer camp with the natural spunk she always has in our own backyard. Too bad big sister's class was canceled due to rain. They will be quite the pair!
Until today. She took to her first soccer camp with the natural spunk she always has in our own backyard. Too bad big sister's class was canceled due to rain. They will be quite the pair!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Expressions
I am no artist. My horse drawings are nearly indistinguishable from Maya's; my renditions of other animals are interchangeable. Somehow the sense of proportion and perspective inherent in my grandmother and my mother skipped me.
Now, I'm not saying my girls have much more artistic ability than I do, that remains to be seen. But I am impressed by their efforts to express themselves artistically. From spilling out immediate emotions (check out the angry-faced card Maya sent her dad when he tried to take her rocking chair to goodwill) to expressions of love and adventure, our art table is already a place for catharsis.
Now, I'm not saying my girls have much more artistic ability than I do, that remains to be seen. But I am impressed by their efforts to express themselves artistically. From spilling out immediate emotions (check out the angry-faced card Maya sent her dad when he tried to take her rocking chair to goodwill) to expressions of love and adventure, our art table is already a place for catharsis.
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| Maya's angry face. |
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| Inside of Maya's card to dad. Excuse the kindergarten spelling. |
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| Back page of her card. Once the card was complete, she wasn't upset anymore. Then Dad surprised her by bringing her chair back home! |
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| Elle felt sympathy anger when Maya was upset. Here is her card for dad (it got crumpled, hence the shadows). |
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| Elle's self-portrait. This is from a few weeks ago. It was the first time I've seen her try to draw a recognizable face. |
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| Elle's family portrait. It's Maya, Mom, Elliot, Dad, and Baby. |
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| My favorite... Elle says this is her thinking of mom's flowers, because she can't wait to see them again! |
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| Maya's rendition of her Zoe Dog (stuffed animal). |
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
My Belly Button Keeps My Toots In
Yeah, the title is a direct quote from Elliot Rose.
She has been on a real "why" and "how do you make" kick lately, trying to figure out the origins of things. Apparently she has solved the mystery of the belly button.
We're still working on how do you make light bulbs and how do you make jars and the ever-popular where do babies come from.
Clearly, this search for origins has its roots in my growing belly. While Maya seems generally excited about a baby brother, she also gives of a pretty solid meh vibe about it. Perhaps she is now an expert on big sisterhood and has no worries. Perhaps it just seems too far off.
Elle on the other hand goes back and forth between playing baby, cooing and snuggling her lovey and sucking her thumb, or playing big kid, mastering the role of sidekick by folding my laundry, washing my dishes, and "reading" aloud to her lovey from her favorite books.
She brings up the topic of our actual baby only around others, informing friends and family (who clearly know the source of my basketball belly by now), "we are going to have a baby brother."
So as these mysterious kicks and thumps grow stronger and my lap grows smaller, Elle and I are especially tuned in to the coming changes.
She has been on a real "why" and "how do you make" kick lately, trying to figure out the origins of things. Apparently she has solved the mystery of the belly button.
We're still working on how do you make light bulbs and how do you make jars and the ever-popular where do babies come from.
Clearly, this search for origins has its roots in my growing belly. While Maya seems generally excited about a baby brother, she also gives of a pretty solid meh vibe about it. Perhaps she is now an expert on big sisterhood and has no worries. Perhaps it just seems too far off.
Elle on the other hand goes back and forth between playing baby, cooing and snuggling her lovey and sucking her thumb, or playing big kid, mastering the role of sidekick by folding my laundry, washing my dishes, and "reading" aloud to her lovey from her favorite books.
She brings up the topic of our actual baby only around others, informing friends and family (who clearly know the source of my basketball belly by now), "we are going to have a baby brother."
So as these mysterious kicks and thumps grow stronger and my lap grows smaller, Elle and I are especially tuned in to the coming changes.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Laughter
Amid the kids' coughs and my own conspicious, involuntary silence, we did manage to have some fun last week. When the warm March sun lit up our deck on Wednesday, we escaped for a little sun and a whole new vantage point.
Who knew just a bit of new square footage could turn two lethargic girls into true adventurers. Deck chairs became a canoe, broken tree branches became a campfire, marshmallows were roasted, and the world began to look new again.... never-mind the snow storm about to blow in tomorrow!
While they were playing, I noticed such a difference in their laughter. As babies, their every giggle seemed miraculous, vaguely mysterious as we searched for a way to make them laugh again.
Now at three, Elliot laughs for the sheer joy of moving. She laughs as she bounds down the stairs, as she dances, as she runs naked out of the bathroom. She soberly looks us in the eye with her chin up and says, "My neck is open, you can tickle me now," and then begins giggling before we start the tickle.
In contrast, Maya looks for humor to inspire her laughter. Knock, knock jokes, poop comments, virtually any combination of toilet humor, or her own unique observations on the world inspire the purest, most outrageously unstoppable laughter. Even when I don't quite get the joke, I delight in her giggles, so full of knowing and so full of confidence.
How wonderful to have excuses to laugh, even on dreary, sickly days.
Who knew just a bit of new square footage could turn two lethargic girls into true adventurers. Deck chairs became a canoe, broken tree branches became a campfire, marshmallows were roasted, and the world began to look new again.... never-mind the snow storm about to blow in tomorrow!
While they were playing, I noticed such a difference in their laughter. As babies, their every giggle seemed miraculous, vaguely mysterious as we searched for a way to make them laugh again.
Now at three, Elliot laughs for the sheer joy of moving. She laughs as she bounds down the stairs, as she dances, as she runs naked out of the bathroom. She soberly looks us in the eye with her chin up and says, "My neck is open, you can tickle me now," and then begins giggling before we start the tickle.
In contrast, Maya looks for humor to inspire her laughter. Knock, knock jokes, poop comments, virtually any combination of toilet humor, or her own unique observations on the world inspire the purest, most outrageously unstoppable laughter. Even when I don't quite get the joke, I delight in her giggles, so full of knowing and so full of confidence.
How wonderful to have excuses to laugh, even on dreary, sickly days.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Out
What does one do after a week of couch-ridden, cabin-fever-laden doldrums?
If you happen to have a three-year-old in tow and nothing else on the day's agenda, you it the town. Preschool style, that is!
What exactly might that entail? First up, reading time at Barnes and Noble (the library didn't have one today), lunch at a restaurant, a trip to a toy store, and then a visit to the zoo.
Elliot fell in love with a book about a stinky pet skunk (surely it brought back memories of grandpa's skunk jokes). She stuffed herself with french fries - no judgment please, we've both been on a meager diet of juice and soup for a week! She snagged some new play dough to occupy us during the next blizzard (they're already saying 6 to 12 inches next week!).
Then finally, for the grand finale, she lead me around the zoo. From the swimming, diving, adorable antics of Buzz, our lovable local polar bear, to the wild howling of the wolves, we were definitely in our element. We spent the afternoon surrounded by other creatures foolish and hardy enough to brave a 5 degree March day.
Perhaps the house won't seem so small tomorrow!
If you happen to have a three-year-old in tow and nothing else on the day's agenda, you it the town. Preschool style, that is!
What exactly might that entail? First up, reading time at Barnes and Noble (the library didn't have one today), lunch at a restaurant, a trip to a toy store, and then a visit to the zoo.
Elliot fell in love with a book about a stinky pet skunk (surely it brought back memories of grandpa's skunk jokes). She stuffed herself with french fries - no judgment please, we've both been on a meager diet of juice and soup for a week! She snagged some new play dough to occupy us during the next blizzard (they're already saying 6 to 12 inches next week!).
Then finally, for the grand finale, she lead me around the zoo. From the swimming, diving, adorable antics of Buzz, our lovable local polar bear, to the wild howling of the wolves, we were definitely in our element. We spent the afternoon surrounded by other creatures foolish and hardy enough to brave a 5 degree March day.
Perhaps the house won't seem so small tomorrow!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Let the Shopping Begin
We dug out the crib yesterday. Sure it's early. And yes, we have no place to put it just yet.
Listening to all my talk about a sporadically but powerfully kicking baby-to-be put Joe in the mood to check into our crib recall situation.
You remember the vast crib recall, of course. And ours is on the list. Thankfully it made it through to girls no problem, but we're not taking any chances of course. Thankfully, there is an easy fix. We simply took the old crib back to the store (minus the missing hardware we couldn't find and plus several chew marks from Maya's cranky stage) and received a full refund for a new crib.
With our firstborn, we managed to gather together a ton of hand-me-down things from friends. Our second, of course, added the final touches of hard won wear and tear on all of that gear.
This means that pip (as he or she has come to be known - and this alludes neither to a gender nor a name preference) will have the unique privilege of newly purchased gear. Quite a lot of it actually.
And really, the shopping is making the whole waiting-for-baby process a lot of fun!
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| Elle loves to make bread with me. |
Listening to all my talk about a sporadically but powerfully kicking baby-to-be put Joe in the mood to check into our crib recall situation.
You remember the vast crib recall, of course. And ours is on the list. Thankfully it made it through to girls no problem, but we're not taking any chances of course. Thankfully, there is an easy fix. We simply took the old crib back to the store (minus the missing hardware we couldn't find and plus several chew marks from Maya's cranky stage) and received a full refund for a new crib.
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| The mess is her very favorite part. |
This means that pip (as he or she has come to be known - and this alludes neither to a gender nor a name preference) will have the unique privilege of newly purchased gear. Quite a lot of it actually.
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| Is there any wonder? What fun! |
Monday, January 24, 2011
Creature Comforts
Elliot loves her creatures, especially the tiniest ones. Little horses, pigs, frogs, and babies are the focus of nearly all of her games. She spends hours moving her creatures through the world that is her dollhouse and the little farm.
When she returned to her preschool class today (after an extra long winter break), she immediately bypassed the craft and the play-dough, the tub full of toy trucks half buried in oat meal, and the stack of new puzzles. As always, she dashed straight for her farm and her creatures and doll houses.
Like her mother, when she finds something she likes, this kid sticks with it!
Like her mother, when she finds something she likes, this kid sticks with it!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
All By Herself
Contrary to popular family myth, Elle has been a pretty malleable child, at least where her morning routine is concerned. While Maya insisted on dressing herself at two, incorporating a rainbow of beautiful colors into every ensemble, Elle has been content to let me dress her. In fact, she seems to prefer that time with just us two in her room.
Until now she has been rather coordinated, always right-side-out, and always with her tags in the back.
Then I mentioned, casually, that if she wanted, she could dress herself. It never occurred to me that I should have told her that earlier. She sees Maya dress herself every day. I assumed it was self-evident.
I assumed wrongly. In so many ways, Elle has come to think of herself as "the little sister," and she acts accordingly. With her impending big-sisterhood, I've been actively letting her take the lead in her life. This works especially well when Maya is off at school. Perhaps it is easier to forget that she's "the little sister."
This little sister is getting to be one big girl!
Until now she has been rather coordinated, always right-side-out, and always with her tags in the back.
Then I mentioned, casually, that if she wanted, she could dress herself. It never occurred to me that I should have told her that earlier. She sees Maya dress herself every day. I assumed it was self-evident.
I assumed wrongly. In so many ways, Elle has come to think of herself as "the little sister," and she acts accordingly. With her impending big-sisterhood, I've been actively letting her take the lead in her life. This works especially well when Maya is off at school. Perhaps it is easier to forget that she's "the little sister."
This little sister is getting to be one big girl!
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| Like her sister, Elle is drawn to color, but she prefers patterns as well... and always inside out and backwards! Beautiful! |
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Remarkable Elliot Rose
As always, a couple weeks away from our regular schedule makes me so much more aware of the little changes in the girls when we return. Mornings with Elliot this week have been intense. She moves from one fantastic made up game to the next. If I add something new, like when I pushed two chairs together to make a boat, she immediately incorporates it into her story. Suddenly Jack and Annie (of Magic Tree House Fame) are on a mission to save a wolf adrift on an iceberg (I truly don't think she heard anything about that news story!)
She also begs to do crafts every day, surprising me with her kindergarten-level cutting abilities and powers of concentration. The only drawback is that with all this creativity and will to lead, she is easily frustrated into a pseudo tantrum (they pale in comparison to Maya's full-blown ones, so I can't just name them tantrums) if her idea isn't immediately adopted by all around her.
So each morning I give her the reins, and each afternoon I try to help her learn a little patience as she once again must take turns with her sister.
She also begs to do crafts every day, surprising me with her kindergarten-level cutting abilities and powers of concentration. The only drawback is that with all this creativity and will to lead, she is easily frustrated into a pseudo tantrum (they pale in comparison to Maya's full-blown ones, so I can't just name them tantrums) if her idea isn't immediately adopted by all around her.
So each morning I give her the reins, and each afternoon I try to help her learn a little patience as she once again must take turns with her sister.
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| Rowing her boat on a wolf rescue mission. |
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| Ever galloping. |
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| Cutting out her homemade puzzle all by herself! |
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| Helping us build the first of four iterations of homemade tornadoes. |
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| She calls this the "let's feed the hippos" game. If any hippo finishes without any marbles, she says "aw, poor little guy," and shares her bounty. |
Friday, December 17, 2010
Photo Friday: The Will-Be Middle Child
I've been assured by some rather optimistic middle-child friends that it really is the best of all worlds. The oldest paves the way in terms of parental rule-making. The youngest snags all of the neurotic, empty-nester attachment issues. Meanwhile the middle is left to collect love from every direction, avoid blame by hiding behind the eldest, and still have the youngest to teach and lead around.
And at least in our family, I expect there will be some overcompensating for her position in the often maligned middle.
We spend our mornings relegating chores and errands to the last possible minute of the last possible day, freeing up the rest of our time for puzzles, cocoa, and adventures in the doll house. Now that her sister is a reader, Elle likes to bring me books and make up stories for me. She even occasionally asks for help with a (made up) word she stumbles over.
As always, she is this sprightly, energetic, hilarious little person: the perfect middle child. She would never be still or quiet or passive long enough to be overlooked, no matter how busy our house gets.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Yummy or Stinky
In spite of residual exhaustion from Thanksgiving and a pending 8,000 words to write in three days, we managed to put up the Christmas tree on Sunday.
Afterward, Joe and I were enjoying how wonderful the house smelled with the fresh tree taking up a third of the dining room. I spotted Elle setting up her little fences for the miniature animals downstairs, and invited her to come smell the tree.
It sounds like an odd request, but Elle tends to smell everything. She has inherited a super sense of smell from her grandmother, and she's always on alert for anything she should avoid. If I touch her arm with a freshly washed, damp hand, she twists around trying to sniff her elbow just in case. She inspects feet, the cat, the fireplace, and obviously, everything she is expected to eat. She declares everything to be either the yummiest or stinkiest thing she has ever smelled.
When she was asked to check out the tree, she jumped up immediately. "Oooh," she squealed excitedly at the promise of a good smell.
"Will it be ice cream or bubble gum?"
Joe and I were laughing to hard to watch her, but surely she scrunched her face up as usual and stuck it right up close to the needles. The tree seemed to confuse her usual rating system, being neither yummy nor stinky. She said she liked it, and I offered her a new description.
It smells like Christmas.
Afterward, Joe and I were enjoying how wonderful the house smelled with the fresh tree taking up a third of the dining room. I spotted Elle setting up her little fences for the miniature animals downstairs, and invited her to come smell the tree.
It sounds like an odd request, but Elle tends to smell everything. She has inherited a super sense of smell from her grandmother, and she's always on alert for anything she should avoid. If I touch her arm with a freshly washed, damp hand, she twists around trying to sniff her elbow just in case. She inspects feet, the cat, the fireplace, and obviously, everything she is expected to eat. She declares everything to be either the yummiest or stinkiest thing she has ever smelled.
When she was asked to check out the tree, she jumped up immediately. "Oooh," she squealed excitedly at the promise of a good smell.
"Will it be ice cream or bubble gum?"
Joe and I were laughing to hard to watch her, but surely she scrunched her face up as usual and stuck it right up close to the needles. The tree seemed to confuse her usual rating system, being neither yummy nor stinky. She said she liked it, and I offered her a new description.
It smells like Christmas.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Turning Three in Three Acts
If you've ever imagined what a day would feel like if you matched a small child step for step, you might be able to guess how I'm feeling at the moment. Today we turned Elliot three with every ounce of energy we had. Forgive any incoherence, as I'm not sure I can spell my own name correctly at this point!
Act 1: Solo Elliot on a little kid adventure
Joe took the day off, as is his custom for the kid's birthdays. After we waved Maya onto the bus, we gussied up and headed for the Minnesota Children's Museum. She giggled and gasped and squealed about how "wonderful" it was when she saw... the SKYWAY on the way to the museum.Her enjoyment of the place itself can't even be put into words. With both parents to help her rock and roll, float small boats, and operate a crane, she didn't stop moving the entire morning. And neither did we!
Act 2: Big Kid adventure with Maya
Maya joined us for a quick picnic in the backyard, some cupcakes, and the much anticipated gift opening. Maya refused to put her name on the presents we bought, and instead found a gift bag for her much beloved unicorn. Even the arrival of new (and one previously loved) toys could slow us down. Off we went for adventure number two at Hyland Park Preserve in Bloomington.
This playground featured several stories of netting and ladders and slides and tunnels. It was a kid's dream. Joe's too I think! I am not a big fan of the enclosed slides. They make me nervous. When I told Elle I was a little scared she, clinging to the rope nets on a steep incline, tried to calm me:
"Don't be scared mom, I'll catch you. I am as strong as I can be when I'm saving someone I love."
That's a direct quote. I considered it her birthday present to me!
Act 3: Wild Kid Adventure
After two hours of playing in this crazy maze, you'd think both girls would be ready to pass out, but we had one more stop. The Hyland nature center was nearby. We couldn't help but check it out. I'm so glad we did, because this is a nature center worth driving too. The indoor kids' area was incredible, surpassed only by the beautiful trails nearby. The girls hike almost a mile with us, looking for dear and finding squirrels. Then we stumbled upon the wild play area, a veritable tree fort factory, and it's no wonder the rest of the day slipped away there.
So everyone's sleeping soundly. Elliot has officially gotten the hang of holding up three fingers for her age. What a day!
Act 1: Solo Elliot on a little kid adventure
Joe took the day off, as is his custom for the kid's birthdays. After we waved Maya onto the bus, we gussied up and headed for the Minnesota Children's Museum. She giggled and gasped and squealed about how "wonderful" it was when she saw... the SKYWAY on the way to the museum.Her enjoyment of the place itself can't even be put into words. With both parents to help her rock and roll, float small boats, and operate a crane, she didn't stop moving the entire morning. And neither did we!
Act 2: Big Kid adventure with Maya
Maya joined us for a quick picnic in the backyard, some cupcakes, and the much anticipated gift opening. Maya refused to put her name on the presents we bought, and instead found a gift bag for her much beloved unicorn. Even the arrival of new (and one previously loved) toys could slow us down. Off we went for adventure number two at Hyland Park Preserve in Bloomington.
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| A much coveted Barbie made this girl ridiculously happy! |
"Don't be scared mom, I'll catch you. I am as strong as I can be when I'm saving someone I love."
That's a direct quote. I considered it her birthday present to me!
Act 3: Wild Kid Adventure
After two hours of playing in this crazy maze, you'd think both girls would be ready to pass out, but we had one more stop. The Hyland nature center was nearby. We couldn't help but check it out. I'm so glad we did, because this is a nature center worth driving too. The indoor kids' area was incredible, surpassed only by the beautiful trails nearby. The girls hike almost a mile with us, looking for dear and finding squirrels. Then we stumbled upon the wild play area, a veritable tree fort factory, and it's no wonder the rest of the day slipped away there.
So everyone's sleeping soundly. Elliot has officially gotten the hang of holding up three fingers for her age. What a day!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
On her Own
I just posted over at Doing Good Together about today's Meals on Wheels experience. It's sort of a rambling post, but it essentially made me realized the best thing about Maya trotting off to Kindergarten for half the day.
For too long, I've joked that these two think they are twins. They play so well together. Maya's friends all treat Elle as one of the group. Elle runs to her sister for comfort, or offers it if she can.
Clearly, they are not twins, and Elle's soft little girl voice and overwhelmed too-much-to-say stutter means that big sister often overshadows what she has to say. She does it out of enthusiasm, rather than malice, but still, it leaves Elliot as the little kid with nothing to say. That's just not true.
On her own, whether she's helping me with Meals on Wheels or walking to the park or leading me in a dance party sing-a-long (which she usually improvises), Elle's personality is all her own. She isn't the loud one or the impassioned one or the high strung one. With two kids it is too tempting to label them in terms of opposites. I really need to try not to do that anymore.
Elle is silly, extremely creative, and incredibly articulate if you give her enough time to sort out what she's trying to say. She is content to entertain herself, which is nice when there is work to be done, but she is so overjoyed by one-on-one attention that you can't help but want to play with her. She says please and thank you sweetly and consistently, but then she just might turn around and bite you on the arm... just a nibble really, to see how you react. Followed by, "sorry." She's constantly curious about how people will react. She's constantly testing me to see if I'll follow through on my promises. "One more time and..." I had better mean what comes next. And if you promise to read an extra book a bedtime, don't expect her to forget.
I once promised a book first thing in the morning, just to tame her pleas for one more that night. She woke up at 5:55, book in hand.
She's so empathetic, too. Like her sister, only in her own way. Maya wants to console and comfort. Elliot wants to save us all. I, um, stumbled on a rug this morning while she was holding my hand. She looked up at me right away and said, "You're okay because I had your hand and I wouldn't let you fall." And when Maya was bummed about not getting to help with something this evening, Elle said, "Oooh, it's okay Maya. I have an idea." She then proceed to rattle off a complicated (and not fully understood) plan of action.
This is a night of rambling posts, I guess. I suppose it's this birthday. This little girl who has barely been away from me in the last three years continues to surprise me everyday.
For too long, I've joked that these two think they are twins. They play so well together. Maya's friends all treat Elle as one of the group. Elle runs to her sister for comfort, or offers it if she can.
Clearly, they are not twins, and Elle's soft little girl voice and overwhelmed too-much-to-say stutter means that big sister often overshadows what she has to say. She does it out of enthusiasm, rather than malice, but still, it leaves Elliot as the little kid with nothing to say. That's just not true.
On her own, whether she's helping me with Meals on Wheels or walking to the park or leading me in a dance party sing-a-long (which she usually improvises), Elle's personality is all her own. She isn't the loud one or the impassioned one or the high strung one. With two kids it is too tempting to label them in terms of opposites. I really need to try not to do that anymore.
Elle is silly, extremely creative, and incredibly articulate if you give her enough time to sort out what she's trying to say. She is content to entertain herself, which is nice when there is work to be done, but she is so overjoyed by one-on-one attention that you can't help but want to play with her. She says please and thank you sweetly and consistently, but then she just might turn around and bite you on the arm... just a nibble really, to see how you react. Followed by, "sorry." She's constantly curious about how people will react. She's constantly testing me to see if I'll follow through on my promises. "One more time and..." I had better mean what comes next. And if you promise to read an extra book a bedtime, don't expect her to forget.
I once promised a book first thing in the morning, just to tame her pleas for one more that night. She woke up at 5:55, book in hand.
She's so empathetic, too. Like her sister, only in her own way. Maya wants to console and comfort. Elliot wants to save us all. I, um, stumbled on a rug this morning while she was holding my hand. She looked up at me right away and said, "You're okay because I had your hand and I wouldn't let you fall." And when Maya was bummed about not getting to help with something this evening, Elle said, "Oooh, it's okay Maya. I have an idea." She then proceed to rattle off a complicated (and not fully understood) plan of action.
This is a night of rambling posts, I guess. I suppose it's this birthday. This little girl who has barely been away from me in the last three years continues to surprise me everyday.
Monday, September 27, 2010
One Super Special Week
It is birthday week! Happy Birthday Elliot Rose! And coincidentally, Maya is the superstar kid at school this week! (Yeah, I signed her up hoping to alleviate some birthday jealousy, but... kids will be kids I guess).
Is it really possible that Elliot is turning three already? We've already had one round of birthday fun this weekend. Festivities will continue all week, and right on through next weekend.
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