Our kids are so damned cute. I am having technical difficulties with photo uploading at the moment, for some reason, which is really frustrating because I have some awesome pics to share. I love my Canon Rebel XT. Anyway.
S is about as outgoing as a 6-year-old can be (which is saying a lot). She is often breathless, dirty, tangled, and scraped. She runs and talks and invents games and jokes and stories so fast that I imagine her little brain in there smoking. Sometimes she can be too rough, tactless, pushy, and whiny. This weekend I noticed that she's taken to overreacting to things sometimes. For example, we were travelling and she couldn't figure out how to turn on the cold water in the sink, only the hot (the plumber had the thing on backwards), and she started getting almost hysterical over the fact that the water was too hot to use for hand-washing. I'm not sure why, but my instinct was not only to fix the water, but to hug her long and hard, and to tell her, low, in her ear, that she needn't be afraid, that everything's okay, that Daddy and I are going to take care of her. Maybe I related to the generalized anxiety I felt in her tearful response to an uncontrollable sink.
R took the opportunity, during a get-together of grownups, to take a portable DVD player into his room and hide inside a sleeping bag with it, watching Little Einsteins. Yes, a bit anti-social, but appropriate, no? Should a 4-year-old really want to hang out with all adults? Anyway, I don't think the reason that R watches TV is to tune out -- I think he does it to develop role models, to further explore how the world works, and to provide a springboard to his imagination. All of which are okay with me. Well, except maybe for finding it funny to kick his sister after watching Tom & Jerry. I think that particular DVD is going to get "accidentally" lost. R wins the prize for saying the most amazing things. He has a habit of boiling things down in ways you never thought of, which I guess is the best by-product of constant learning. He also would run you over in his bicycle to get to some carbs -- cake, cookies, candy, mac & cheese, bread . . . he takes after me in this. He recently "graduated" at pre-school to the pre-K class. At graduation these dozens of kids of all tiny ages paraded down a church aisle past all their parents and well-wishers. I often can't attend these things, but this time I did, in a bright green shirt. R caught my eye from far away, his face lit up with his huge smile, and he blew me a kiss. I thought I could die on the spot, a happy woman.
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