This is Cam, wearing socks that he's been yanking at all day.
You'll notice he's also sporting a new high chair. This is what I'd like to call Third Baby High Chair. Function over fashion. The girls used a beautiful Eddie Bauer high chair that I bought for a couple of reasons - one of them being that the wood blended in with the furniture. Yes, nice. But this go-round I need space more than anything. Enter the travel high chair. That is now clamped to our table and looks more like it belongs in a carpenter's garage than our kitchen. Besides being easier to move around it, it's also much easier to clean UNDER it. And the cover simply goes in the wash at the end of the week (let's not pretend I cleaned the other high chair more often than that either).
Evyn and Ashlyn were enjoying the mild weather outside this afternoon while J cleaned his truck and I rested on the couch. I heard Ev come inside, apparently to get two cups of water - for the "sit playground" (aka the picnic bench; have I told you she has her own way of describing things?).
Me: "That's awfully nice of you to get a glass of water for your sister, too."
Evyn, obviously proud of herself: "Yeah. We're trying to spend time together. I took Ashlyn on a walk around the house. Showed her some ant holes and stuff. She fell two times but I helped her up. We're trying to be nice to each other and spend time with each other since we're mean to each other a lot. So I'm trying to be nice today."
I remember going through a crocheting-spell (you know, two kids and a small business ago). At the time I think Evyn thought I could make anything out of yarn. It was incredibly sweet that she thought I was so amazing that I could just whip up a - desk - or pants - or whatever - out of yarn.
She's six now. And I literally catch myself tearing up a bit when it hits me that she will just keep growing up. Not be so little...naive...innocent...someday.
Tonight the girls asked me to sing them to sleep. So I spent a few short minutes on each of their beds. I had a migraine this morning. And I'm just not that talented, so I was actually laughing inside as I was singing to Evyn and thinking to myself, I wonder if she notices how terrible of a singer I am? I mean the girl loves Taylor Swift. Isn't it sweet that she still wants to listen to Mommy sing, too? I kissed her on the forehead and started down the ladder to her bunk as her sweet little voice popped up, "Mommy, you should be on a stage. I'm not kidding. You should sing on a stage." It made me giggle. "You should sing on a stage because I think other people would love to hear you, too."
Besides thinking what a sweet, thoughtful little girl I'm raising, it was another reminder of the power of words to encourage and lift up.
Sidenote: I have known about blog books for a while now but recently found a fairly easy version to use, so my apologies in advance if you dear readers must endure some "listen to what my kid said" posts. I normally post those to Facebook. But since they've not made it very easy to archive statuses into a journal, I guess I'll be posting those here. I can't count on my brain to recall it all for me, and really, I have to have memories like this For Keeps.