When Chica wants to memember something these days, she puts it in her Memembery Book. She explained to Jay one day that it sits on a shelf in her brain, and she writes things down in it that she doesn’t want to forget. Periodically she refers to the mememberies there and wants to know if we memember too. My memembery book often loses pages spontaneously, so I decided it was time to jot down a few memorable moments from this week in a more dependable place. Here we are, in no particular order….
- It’s been a rough week. The kind of week where you lose track of the last time you bathed your children and you buy school lunch three days in a row because you just can’t motivate yourself to do one more thing in the morning. Oh wait. That’s lots of weeks. This one was that plus more. But I’m on the other side of it now. Thank you God.
- Last night was Pirate Night at our school. I went planning to help as a teacher, and I instead got to just be Mom. What an incredible gift that was to my tired soul. As we traipsed around the Old City Cemetery looking for treasure, I breathed a whole lot deeper. I think an eye patch and a couple dozen good pirate ARRRRRs can fix a lot of the world’s problems.
- One day this week I posted this status:
This morning I asked Chica if she wanted me to give her pigtails for school. She said that she wanted small braids and beads like her school friends. I explained that we don’t have those kinds of beads….and I don’t really know how to do this. I then said, “Well, you could at least brush your hair.” Her answer was, “Mom…that’s not stylish hair!” Oh man.
I shared this story with one of her previous teachers at preschool who went on to tell me exactly how to add the beads. Since I had the know-how and the supplies after all, I decided to try it. Two out of the three braids have made it all week, much to my surprise. (I’m sure the lack of baths only helped this…ha!)
4. The threat, “Do you want me to count?” seems to have run its course, and it has been replaced by the Nice Voice. A while back Chica started to become really sensitive about the volume and tone of voice we used when correcting her. After one particularly harsh correction and the meltdown to follow, we decided to come up with a solution together of how we would avoid the Mean Voice. The first time I ask her to do something I use my regular voice. If she does not follow directions, I ask her again using the Nice Voice. If she still hasn’t done it, THEN I get to use my mean voice. Surprisingly, it is working, but this is how it really goes:
Me: Chica, go put your shoes on.
Chica: (No answer. Distracted by her beads or refrigerator magnets or…well…anything really.)
Me: Chica, this is me using my Really Nice Voice to ask you to go put your shoes on…please. (This is delivered in my sickingly sweet voice, dripping with undetected sarcasm, eyelashes batting.)
Chica: Oh….ok….sure Mom. (Equally sweet, minus the sarcasm.)
5. I’m hoping we get at least as much play out of this strategy as the counting! 5. I think I could find at least one Cheerio in every room in my house. Bubba really loves me for making snacking so convenient for him.
6. I’ve been contemplating some kind of post about the imminent end of nursing for Bubba and me. Instead all I have is a mishmash of feelings…relief, worry, guilt, and pride to name a few. Maybe there will be more on this later.
Looking forward to making more mememberies tomorrow while watching the Ten Miler together. Good luck to all of our friends running!