I'm a hand-holding, swing-pushing, story-telling Mama with a creative streak and a nurturing spirit. I like growing food and flowers (and people, hehe), sewing clothes and quilts, cooking and eating and running, a long, tight hug and the color yellow. I love date nights at home, spontaneous trips to the bookstore and hearing my babies laugh. I am indecisive, exaggerrative and I overuse parentheses. I am reflective and sentimental and quick to laugh. I think I still picture myself as a 22-year old, yet every year my life gets more fulfilling. I am still figuring out exactly who I am. :)
We spent most of Sunday baking cookies for Noah's players (and us too, of course!)
I had grand master plans for them to be water polo balls, but they just look like cookies with yellow icing. Or maybe suns. I just could not get my smallest decorating tip to cooperate in drawing the lines on the "balls," grrr.
Oh well, they still tasted great! I mean, how can they not when the icing is half butter and half sugar??
There is nothing quite like homemade icing. :)
And you know what the biggest compliment was? When I handed Noah the last cookie, my usually-passes-up-sweets-for-some-ungodly-reason husband was super excited (for him anyway) and grateful, as the girls practically inhaled the ones I sent to school with him thereby leaving him cookie-less.
I set up this table for the kids to decorate their own cookie.
As you can see, they took it very seriously. :)
And Lulu was busy playing at the play kitchen and forcing me to resist my natural impulses to eat her thighs. Seriously, they are so edible. :)
And since I now have an excuse to use my adorable Christmas-themed cookie cutters, more will be coming. :)
Little kids dressed up as pilgrims and singing a song about a turkey strutting by.
Not much that's cuter than that!
It was, of course, C's preschool Thanksgiving feast.
Nana and Oma & Opa came (and were extremely helpful to me in keeping an eye on the littlest one and the mischievous one) and after the song and requisite pictures, we feasted on turkey soup and other delicious items prepared by the teachers.
(Can you imagine making soup and sides for 24 kids and their families?? That's a lot of food.)
It was fun to see all of their fall crafts and decorations ("I'm grateful for..." acorns, leaf placemats, pinecone turkeys, handprint turkeys and handprint cornstalks), but the best part, by far, was this:
Princess Loving Heart.
Each kid was given a Native American-sounding name that highlighted an aspect of their personality, and some were funny and some were cute and some were sweet, but this one, describing my little girl, almost made me cry right there.
I mean, of all the things Noah and I wish for our children, pretty much at the top of that list is that they are kind and generous and sweet, and, well, have a loving heart.
And I know this sort of sounds like I'm patting myself on the back, but, I guess it means we must be doing something right.
For someone like me, who tends to worry (understatement) and second-guess myself, it is both a relief and a gift to know that someone else sees in her what I see.
That despite a mild propensity to be strong-willed (from Daddy) and easily-frustrated (from me), she is kind and loving and full of empathy.
The team with nine Valley Championships (including the last two) under their belt v. the team with none.
The team ranked third in Northern California v. the team ranked eleventh.
The only undefeated team in the section v. the team that (unsuccessfully) chased them all season.
And then, in the only game that REALLY mattered, the last game, the FINALS, that underdog team played with their hearts. And won.
It was the best kind of game- a nailbiter, straight to the end. I always ask him (after wins) when he knew they were going to take it. Sometimes it is very early on, when they've gone ahead by three goals in the first quarter. But this time, it wasn't until the last 26 seconds, when they were up by 1 and had taken possession of the big yellow ball.
And then it was over.
And it wasn't the buzzer that tipped everyone off. No sirree, that buzzer was easily drowned out by the cheers and screams of euphoric players, parents and coaches (and one crazy coach's wife, hehe) and the sight of a certain handsome and overjoyed coach, launching himself about seven feet into the air, arms pumping and his trademark hat flying.
And then the moment he had been waiting for.
He put up a bit of half-hearted and futile resistance, but it didn't take much for them to get him in.
Coaches and players, splashing and cheering and dunking each other, holding up one symbolic finger, together celebrating their hard work and the very best possible end to their season, as their parents (and again, that crazy wife, now with a baby in one hand and a camera in the shaking other hand), cameras clicking, celebrated with them from the pool deck.
Good thing he thought to bring a change of clothes.
And in a way it was like when we got engaged (at 2 in the morning) or found out we were expecting Angel Girl, or got the call that Little Buddy was being relesed from the NICU, or the time he delivered (er, caught) Littlest One seconds after we burst into the ER: I wanted to shout it from the rooftops- "THEY WON! THEY WON!" as if everyone had been holding their breath, just waiting to hear and share the joy.
And now, three days later, we are still reliving it.
Several times a day.
Their school's very first Valley Championship in Girls' Water Polo.
Learning to write.
Learning to read.
Can sight-read "the" "and" and "it" as well as all of our names.
Has been spotted playing School with Alex. :)
Would like a scooter and a pink quilt for her Teddy.
Is probably allergic to dairy :(
Jumps out of bed every morning asking if it is a school day. Is sad when it isn't.
Called over her shoulder back to me "I miss you already!" with a huge grin on her face when Noah took her and Little Buddy to the park yesterday. :)
Climbs into bed with me every night.
Would rather swing in the bucket swing and go sky-high than the big-boy flat swing and go only halfway.
Puzzles, puzzles, puzzles.
Sometimes smothers the Littlest One with hugs...for fun.
Is very into the rhyming song "Mama Mama bo-Bama banana-fana-fo-fama mee-mi-mo-mama Mama!" and his favorite rhyme is Truck. Try it. :)
Has her first tooth!!
Fought me when I tried to get her out of the swing this morning at the park.
Fought me when I tried to put her in her carseat.
Fought me when I tried to change her diaper.
I lost her in the house today (three times so far)...tunrs out she was in Little Buddy's room climbing up the slide!
Is learning to protect herself against her brutish big brother with smacks and scratches.
And there you have it! The little ones. Right now. :)
My little fairy princess, firefighter and ladybug. :)
How she deals with unwanted kisses (which come from Alex both often and less-than-gently, which explains the unwanted part)
Did you think C would be anything BUT a pink pink pink fairy princess? :)
And A, hehe, he was so cute correcting neighbors who called him a fireman. "No, I am a firefighter."
Way to be gender-neutral, Little Buddy. :)
If ever there was a perfect costume for L, it would be a ladybug, mostly because it was so fun to call her Lucy Bug. I was hoping it would stick as a new general-purpose nickname, but alas, it has not. More like Lucy-Loo-Who, Lucy Love and Lulubelle, which are all, in my very unbiassed opinion, quite adorable. :)
Though they had fun trick-or-treating around our small cul-de-sac, their favorite part by FAR was handing out candy.
C stood by the front door, clutching the basket of candy and I wished so hard so get lots of trick-or-treaters so she could do her job (which she took very seriously, placing one candy in each basket/pillowcase/bag), because she was just so excited and happy and proud to do so.
I thought it was so cute when I was helping C get ready for bed, and we heard some kids ring the doorbell. She was nakey-buns, so I said, "Hurry, hurry get dressed so you can go give them treats." Instead, she poked her head out the window and said, very matter-of-factly, "I'll be right there, I'm just getting dressed. One minute." I think you had to be there, but it was pretty cute. :)
Luckily we got lots. We even ran out of candy, and since that happend in the middle of a big group we had to improvise with some of our own stash. By then it was 8:30 so we turned off the light and that was that.