Monday, February 3, 2014

My curly girly

June is red waves and ringlets these days and it is terribly fun to move about town with a little strawberry-haloed angel on my hip! She smiles and makes friends at the grocery store, preschool, and speeding ticket court (do those friends count if they dismissed the ticket?). At home, however, she puts the halo away and enjoys emptying all drawers of all items. Yikes.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Weekend pictures

Dear Children,

When you look at this record of your childhoods, you may wonder why there aren't photos and stories about Christmases and family visits. Those big events tend to pass without a post, while there are so many words written about normal afternoons. I'll tell you what, kiddos: during those vacations and holidays and visits, I'm just too wrapped up in the living to stop and record. It's during the happy lulls that I take the time to snap pictures and write a few words. I want to change a little, because I want you to see and know, when your memories fade, that you were showered with love this Christmas (so many presents, goodies, and adventures), partied hardy with friends on New Year's Eve (10:30 pm before you gave up and fell asleep watching TED talks on their couch), and loved on little Cooper and Karen when they visited (June, the slow motion hugs and lap sits are hilarious and sugar-sweet).

For today, though, I bring you another lovely, easy weekend. A walk to the Stock Show fairgrounds with us, Ellen, and Grandpa; dinner at our house with Flash and Ben, too; church and a picnic after; and a play date at the Dallas Arboretum with the Andreanis. Glitz then grass.

 Good night darlings.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Childhood amnesia

I just read this abstract and was hit in the face with the fact that Scott is going to forget nearly every last thing that's happened in his life thus far!  They all are.  We all did.  But Scott!  He's so conversational, and he can recall in such detail the last 2.5-3 years of his life.  I thought he was special and would get to hang on to all of those gorgeous memories.  

The paper, titled The onset of childhood amnesia ... ,  says that children up to age 7 or so recall a good deal of their lives from age 3 on, but remember fewer and fewer events as they age. 

 shed tears!  His first little best friends, California, his first looks at June and Cooper, riding in the U-Haul to Texas, how much he loved the bunk beds, how much he loved dressing up (particularly as Superman/Clark Kent), swimming in Cap 'n' Juju's pool, his pride at how grown-up he looked in his tiny Tae-Kwan-Do uniform ... it's all going to be erased.  I don't want him to loose those memories that are so delightful to him now.

Wondering why this amnesia happens, Luke suggested that childhood is pretty tough and traumatic to go through, even when it's a happy childhood.  Lots of tantrums, lots of frustration.  Maybe forgetting helps.  I, ever the parenting pessimist, thought it was so the child could still love the mean ol' mama that raised them into the fine young human they are after age 7.  There are certainly a few times I've when I've lost my own temper that I'm glad he'll forget.

But mostly, ugh.  Crushed.  These beautiful little childhoods fading away. 

Thinking deep, here are my earliest memories:

  • Standing on a chair in a dimly-lit restaurant in Wisconsin to play an arcade game (Mom and Dad told me it was a fish restaurant down the street from our house and a bowling game)
  • Laying on orange and red shag carpeting and being aware of Mom taking care of Karen somewhere up above me, maybe on a changing table, and being filled with a very safe, happy, content feeling
  • Sitting in a hollowed-out snow bowl in our yard in Wisconsin
  • Sitting alone on the upstairs landing in our home in San Antonio and making Barbie and Ken kiss, worried that doing so was wrong
  • Being 5, waking up late in the morning, and Mom bringing me a sandwich while I watched a kiddie show before going to kindergarten, feeling like the queen of the world
I remember almost none of our trips to museums, parks, and theme parks, though I know from pictures we were there.  I recall only a couple things about school before 3rd grade.  Almost nothing about people outside my family, and largely only feelings about them: closeness with Karen, thinking my Mom was perfect, blurred, combined memories of my Dad coming home in his uniform with his legs cold when I hugged them.

Scott just wandered downstairs while I typed this and asked to be re-snuggled to bed. 


Friday, January 3, 2014

Somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good, because while I was off doing dishes and measuring doomed carpets, these 3 little ones cozied up and OF THEIR OWN INITIATIVE read books, like the Von Trapps would've. Something about interrupting the regular schedule of their lives for a couple weeks has made returning to it very sweet.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Baby artist

Preschoolers at Fort Worth's Modern will be studying June's works one day.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Happy White Friday!

I stole that title line from my MIL. Cute, huh? We woke up to Mark cheering "Snowwwww! It's snowwwww!" and Scott claiming it's ice, not snow, because snow should be soft. June doesn't like it at all. I think it's great and am thrilled to have a baby-sized snow storm. The whole city is closed and the streets are still pure snowy white at noon. We drank hot cocoa for breakfast and I'm planing a snow hike for later today.

Maybe, though, it could melt so my parents can drive up to see Scott sing with the church choir on Monday?

Monday, December 2, 2013

Littles lately

She wears 30-year-old hand-me-downs from mama.

Our tree, ablaze, in autumn.

He found my make up and made himself Frida.