Hello stranger. It has been too long, much too long. Sorry to have disappeared there. My oldest brother, Will, passed away suddenly in October. Well, that was not a terribly delicate way to break the news at all, was it? Forgive me; telling people is one of the worst parts. You’d think I’d get better at it, but not so much. It is still really difficult to talk about, so I’ll skip strait to the kids. Maybe one day I’ll find away to say more.
They are growing up SO fast! Casey will be two on Saturday. TWO. I look at her, still all itty bitty and baby fatty, and think: how in the world did we have kids two years apart? At the time, it seemed like the best idea ever. They’d be buddies, we’d have a little over four years strait of diapers and be done with it, and so on. Not that we’d have done it any other way, but that was bananas. Worth it, but bananas.
Harper turned four a few weeks ago. Four is basically like a person, but smaller with terrible penmanship and a very short temper. She was sitting on the couch with a book the other day with a book, and I asked her what she was doing.
H: Reading.
M: Did you learn to do that is school, by sounding out the letters?
H: It’s complicated, mom.
Really? Already I’m too much of a fuddy-duddy to understand things, things like reading!? Which, she cannot do, by the way. Any-who, she is four, and should be writing her name. For about five months I’ve been trying to get her to do this, on and off, with a variety or tactics, and have yet to get her past H. Then she writes Toodee (from Yo Gabba Gabba), and attempted to write FOUR of her friend’s names, even kids with s-e-v-e-n letter names! I swear, the girl is going to win a Pulitzer before she’ll write Harper. It is my own fault for trying to lure her into doing it in the first place. I should have just told her whatever you do, don’t ever ever write Harper! And, don’t pick up all those toys!! Put the veggies down, and step away slowly. Someday I’ll learn… maybe.
Missed you guys. Glad we are back together.
