Friday, August 24, 2007
I pick up crayons with intricate rings carved into them. I pick up little plastic dinos with no heads and no tails. A little plastic octopus with nibbles off of each of his tentacles.
Kwamai loves those inflatable toys the county fairs are always selling. I think he has forgotten and bitten little puncture holes into three or four of them now. (I'll state the obvious: I'm not the one buying them!)
If you find a pen in our house that hasn't been flattened on one end, I think you win a prize. The ends of his sippy cups (ok, his knock-it-over-and-it-won't-spill-as-much cups) are so rough they are barely recognizable as cup lids.
The mouse pad at my fingertips has holes in it and bites all around the edges of it.
I know he grew out of thumb sucking. But I wonder a) how long chewing will last and b) what it will be replaced by!
I know, it's not Sunday. It's not a Holy day. We don't *have* to go to Mass. But the day just flows better if we have something predictable in it, and Mass it is. But today's 11:30 Mass at the University was the opening of new student orientation Mass, and the Oath of Fidelity Mass. So there were about 1,200 people in the Fieldhouse with the hot sun beating down on the roof, making it toasty despite the best efforts of the A/C.
Let's just say we spent most of the Mass in the hallway. It bothers me not a whit these days, at least if I can keep Kwamai from jumping off furniture and landing on other small children.
We went out for Chinese for lunch; that was about as much of an outing as we did.
I read a bunch of this blog this afternoon and found that already, in the not-quite-one year that it has existed, my kiddos have grown up quite a bit.
It also made me want to redouble my efforts to record little daily trifles, since that is mostly what life is made of, after all.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Felicity's interest this morning was a Japanese book I have floating around (I'd say "strewn", but it really isn't that organized ;)). It is a child's book about the Lord's prayer, and is just beyond my Japanese capabilities.
Felicity observes my breakfast cooking on the stove.
Kwamai spent quite a while constructing this contraption using pencils and rubberbands. He discovered it could shoot a pencil placed in the middle with some force.
What morning could be complete without a sibling fight? Here is Felicity trying to regain composure after Kwamai insisted on taking a little trinket away from her that they both got interested at the same time. It was a good opportunity for me to discuss with him how he and I are very alike in our intensity, which is sometimes very hard for both of us to control.
We decided on a quick outing, given how cold and rainy it was today. We drove to Chester, West Virginia, to see the World's Largest Teapot. As you can see, we got there and were able to take pictures just before it started to pour rain. Yes, it was about 11 am!
On the drive there, taking a road we'd not taken before, we listened to the Glory Story of St. Martin DePorres and St. Claire. On the way back, Kwamai asked me some deep questions about how it is possible to trust that God exists, and that He's real in our lives. And he also filled me in about everything he learned from watching the money video.
Upon our return, we went to Mass and came home for lunch. Kwamai and Felicity both went to play with the neighbors, who later joined us here. In the meantime, I was able to work on excavating our guest room with a view of transforming it into Felicity's space soon. After dinner, and an excited greeting of Papa by all of us to congratulate him on his first day of his new job, Kwamai and Felicity were back over to the neighbors and I, well, I have a quiet moment to enjoy for myself :).
Friday, August 17, 2007
Until recently, that is. Felicity has suddenly taken to calling me Mommy. It really is extremely cute. Today she started calling Erol Poppy. Kwamai, in imitation of his older friends, has taken to calling me "Mom", but only in a certain mood, like when he is working on a project and wants my help or input. I've also heard him call Erol "Dad", but that is rarer.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I have found an effective compromise in sucking the buzzing pests into the dustbuster, and then letting them go outside, where Kwamai has a fly hospital and rehab center.
Do you think he's destined to become a Franciscan?
Monday, August 13, 2007
When she got to the "R" page, she was remembering that we have a foam letter R that has been floating around the living room lately. She said, "That's just like our R." Then she said that over again, and again. "our R" "our R".
So much fun to watch a complex linguistic concept come to life for her!
Erol took K and F to the library today, and as usual they came back with a significant stash of videos. Within a few hours, Felicity had enjoyed opening and closing each case several times, and then had taken every video out, opened all the cases, and stacked the open cases on top of each other. I hope, though, that I have persuaded her not to take all of the liners out of the cases, because in the process they tend to get ripped, and the library does not appreciate that very much.
She also likes to go through my stack of classical CDs and separate liners, cases, and CDs. She has also mastered getting a chair and pulling them off of the high shelf, much to my dismay. A few days ago she also put each CD into the CD player, closed it, opened it, took it back out again. All without actually playing any music.
Hmm, I thought to myself. How many years until he is hurt by someone insinuating he doesn't have a girlfriend?
Thursday, August 9, 2007
This depicts the unwrapping of Tama Bonnie presents. In the background you can see one bulging bucket of water balloons.
Here is Kwamai posing with his new swords.
This shows the balloons: almost finished filling those buckets!
We fast-forward to cake and ice cream time. We tried at least to get a group shot.
Some quieter members of the group (not that I obsess about noise level or anything!)
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Well, fun was had by all. One of my friends, mom of one set of invited kids, stayed and helped manage the kids, without which I'm not sure I would have survived. Total count of kids: 11, including Kwamai and Felicity.
My, those water balloons went fast.
Cake and ice cream keep boys quiet.
Oh, time to take a breather....
I have yet to frost the cake, tidy the porch, and fill the little wading pool (really a sand box) outside.
The heat index is supposed to be 97 degrees this afternoon, with a chance of scattered thunderstorms.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
See, I'm psyching myself up. It's survivable. Right? Twelve kids; one adult; two hours.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can....