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Pretty deft with the shoes

Posted on 2014.11.08 at 20:54
Jammies took all three kids to Kansas yesterday, for his cousin's wedding. I cannot imagine flying with a five, three, and one year old, but Jammies is amazing.

My goal is not to talk to a single person for three days. So far I'm off to a great start! (I didn't used to be quite this anti-social. I was more balanced, but both pregnancy and living in a rambunctious household have heightened the Go Away Everybody side of me.)

I am so deeply relaxed. All is quiet and still and probably holy and bright. If I were a holy-observing-type.

November 8, 2014 (4)

Hawaii can suddenly read, and with inflections and such. She was reading Hop on Pop the other day, and she got to this page:

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She stared at it for a beat, and said, "But 'wet' and 'git' don't rhyme."

Oh god my kids are Texan. (Why don't Texans pronounce 'wet' as 'wit'? I declare thee inconsistent, O Texas, along with the rest of the English language.)

(For the record, she can read harder stuff than Hop on Pop. I mean, who cares, except that it's been neat to watch it suddenly click into place.)

Have a montage:

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Hawaii has gotten a ton of frowny faces, since the kick-off penis event. On the one hand, it's all for goofing off and being rambunctious - the same sort of thing I got in trouble for - and she still seems happy and excited to go to school.

On the other hand, we checked with some of our friends who have first and second graders, and they uniformly said, "What? I don't think our kid has ever gotten anything but a happy face."  Either Hawaii's behavior is way outside the norm, or her teacher just plays fast and loose with the frowny faces.

November 8, 2014 (5)

Ace has had several nightmares lately. In general, we're pretty strict overnight about what gets us out of bed, and even stricter about what gets you actually picked up out of your crib. These nightmares have been sufficiently bad that we've picked her up to comfort her.

What are these nightmares about? She is wailing and crying and crying out, "MINE! MIIIIINE! My wawa!" or "My mommy! Mine!" or "My apple! MINE," and so on, cycling through the many objects that someone (presumably Hawaii and Pokey) is trying to take away from her. So distressing and adorable! What a nightmare!

And here is her montage:

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Someone is a whiz with a pair of shoes. Actually, she's quite deft even at putting on her own shoes.

3. Pokey is now wearing a cast:

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He fell off a playscape on Monday. He wore a splint for a few days, and then the orthopedist put a cast on him on Wednesday, saying "It might be fractured. With kids, you see these shadows on the x-ray, and you have to play it safe."

Wednesday was also the first day of soccer practice. We were braced for epic tears from Pokey, over missing soccer. But he was rather chipper and upbeat, mostly because the two of us were spending the afternoon exclusively together. Also the actual injury seems to be exhausting to him - he's sleeping a ton, so I assume his body is working on healing or some other woo-science.

Now: Jammies is coaching two teams - Hawaii's and Pokey's - since the kiddie league is chronically short on volunteers.   (Hawaii doesn't much want to play, and is already in an absurd amount of activities. But...I mean...soccer and one more why not...)

And Pokey, with fractured arm, will miss most of the season. So Jammies is essentially stuck coaching two soccer teams for one remaining Hawaii (who does not want to play), during the month in which he is also having a new baby. It seems a little suburban-Kafkaesque.

Here's Hokey Pokey's montage:

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This is when we were waiting for them to put the cast on. You can see he's not using that one arm, so I guess he's not faking after all.


One more week. It's starting to seem like some day I really won't be pregnant.

Watching Hawaii's piano teacher teach drives me nuts.  About halfway through the lesson, they turn to some new pieces. She basically asks Hawaii to sightread the new piece, and she wants to focus on dynamics, legato, holding your hands in the right position, etc.

This is ridiculous, of course. Sightreading itself is hard. So while Hawaii is concentrating as hard as she can on figuring out the next notes, the teacher ends up just telling her the next note to play, to keep the song going. This is the part that drives me nuts - that Hawaii is seeing the music for the first time, and the teacher is basically too impatient to let Hawaii figure the notes out on her own.

It's just such a terrible trait in a math teacher - to feed a student answers, instead of twiddling your thumbs while they work through it themselves. Maybe it's not the end of the world in a piano teacher, but it drives me nuts.

The obvious solution is to invert the process - Hawaii should see the song for the first time at home, where she can learn the notes at her own speed, and then at the lesson they can focus on technique and so on. Unfortunately, that sounds like a terrible conversation for me to undertake with the teacher. Easier for me just to let it go. So, go.

Look what I'm doing today:

November 8, 2014 (14)

Here is a soul-deadening aspect of parenting, if you aren't a parent: Each spring and fall, we undertake pruning all the kids' closets, packing up all the clothes, getting out all the hand-me-downs, and re-populating all the closets for the new season.

This is the first purge-and-repopulate where I've ever been able to get rid of clothes. Last spring, we didn't know the gender of the last baby, so we were still stuck saving all the clothes. But now I can get rid of nearly two years worth of explicitly-girl clothes. That's amazing.

This big pile of clothes is getting given away:

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I filled up five hefty bags of clothes to give away. Are you impressed?


Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2014-11-09 04:14 (UTC) (Link)


I laughed hysterically (all alone here in my living room) at the wet/git comment from Hawaii.

This is so much like an incident when my kid came home from kindergarten and wanted to spelling "ten" and "tin" alike. "But they sound alike," she insisted, and (very much like you) I realized I had a kid with an Arkie accent.

(delagar, b/c my IT guys erased all my cookies)
heebie_geebie at 2014-11-16 14:36 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Wet/Git!

New baby's middle name will be Kenneth, which is my Dad's name. I mentioned this to a friend who said, "I love that name! That was on my short list for my boys names. The only reason I didn't was because he'd be called Kinnith."

She is so right.
(Anonymous) at 2014-11-10 17:33 (UTC) (Link)


When does it become soul-deadening to clean out clothing? Ava is only 6 months old so I'm still in the sniffle, I remember when she was swimming in this onsie stage. Maybe with the next one.

heebie_geebie at 2014-11-16 14:40 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Clothes

Hmm, that's a good question. First, I always find standard maintenance kind of onerous, so I'm not a good example of this.

But it may be a specific-to-us function of the following: When Hawaii was in the 1-3 year range, we were downstream from two different families, where the mothers coped with suburban existential dread by clothes-shopping. (One of the families later divorced, and the mother is much happier, and the other family had another kid, and so both streams have since largely dried up.) Anyway, I'd sorted but hadn't purged before, so we had a full 5-6 tubs of clothes for Ace. That was the most overwhelming part. For Hawaii and Pokey (and New Baby), it was more a matter of just packing up their clothes, labeling, and unpacking the right boxes.

Maybe it's also because I'm so goddamn uncomfortable right now...
(Anonymous) at 2014-11-16 16:08 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Clothes

Whoa! That is a lot of clothing. I had one box of clothing from other people and only about 1/4 of it worked for Ava. She's very particular about clothing. She hates footie pajamas, buttons on the back of shirts, etc.

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