Sept. 2, 2001 Sunday Julia is 4 years 5 months old
You seemed pensive at church today. I asked if you were okay. You said you wanted to suck your thumb but you couldn't. That was the first I was aware you were trying to break that habit. The dentist
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Wipe Me
Sept. 1, 2001 Saturday Julia is 4 years 5 months old
"MOM -- MEE!" You shout at the top of your lungs. The word is two words, not two syllables. "I'm DONE!" This is code for me to come wipe you. I do so because if I don't, you wipe yourself on the bath towel hanging on the towel bar.
It is Lark's 9th birthday today. It's Saturday and we are still in various stages of getting dressed at a quarter til 11 because the earliest risers did so at 9. You want to wear a pink party dress because you think any birthday is your birthday too.
"I can't do a bit of work," you announce. "My arms tell me they are too tired," you explain.
When last I helped you bathe you didn't want to play the Fairy Godmother getting Cinderella ready for the Ball. You wanted to pretend you were the cartoon turtle Franklin getting ready to play soccer.
You love riding your tricycle in circles around our driveway and sidewalk.
"MOM -- MEE!" You shout at the top of your lungs. The word is two words, not two syllables. "I'm DONE!" This is code for me to come wipe you. I do so because if I don't, you wipe yourself on the bath towel hanging on the towel bar.
It is Lark's 9th birthday today. It's Saturday and we are still in various stages of getting dressed at a quarter til 11 because the earliest risers did so at 9. You want to wear a pink party dress because you think any birthday is your birthday too.
"I can't do a bit of work," you announce. "My arms tell me they are too tired," you explain.
When last I helped you bathe you didn't want to play the Fairy Godmother getting Cinderella ready for the Ball. You wanted to pretend you were the cartoon turtle Franklin getting ready to play soccer.
You love riding your tricycle in circles around our driveway and sidewalk.
Sleep & Food Choices a`la Four-Year-Old
August 6, 2001 Julia is 4 years 4 months old
It is 1:00 a.m. (Aug. 7, actually) and you are asleep -- early for you. Last night you were up til 2:30 a.m. and the night before that til 3:30 a.m. -- and both those nights you were still wide awake when I insisted it was time to sleep!
This morning I pulled you out of bed at 8:30 a.m. to take you to the dentist for a check-up. You were so happy to go (feeling very grown-up I'm sure). You co-operated wonderfully and I wished I'd brought a camera. Alas, you have two cavities. The dentist spoke to you about trying to stop sucking your thumb.
You went to work with me today. (I only worked four hours). You entertained yourself with coloring, playing chase with a little boy, and playing outside briefly with Laura. You were hungry (wanting candy) and used the toilet by yourself (you won't let me even open the doors for you). But you needed help turning on the water to wash your hands, getting the paper towel, and getting a drink. You always check out an armload of books and videos first thing.
I took all you girls to a movie this afternoon. It was rather a tedious movie for you, though your sisters loved it. At the end you said, "I knew she would be a princess". (The Princess Diaries)
Well, I wonder that you manage to live and grow. All you want to eat is frozen juice pops, candy, and potato chips. Today you did eat a bowl or two of cereal. Sometimes you will eat bread and honey sandwiches -- No butter and folded over. You demonstrated this to me by placing your extended fingers over your extended thumb.
Las week I ran an errand with you sisters while you remained in bed asleep. Dad was home but sleeping as well. When we came home we found you preparing "pink milk" for all your sisters and yourself. You had got out six paper cups and the pink milk powder and the jug of milk. You had already made your own. How very resourceful you are.
That week Lark had been crying about us eating desert without her. I told her to get a plate out of the cupboard. She said she couldn't reach it. You said, "Then get a chair Lark, pity sake."
It is 1:00 a.m. (Aug. 7, actually) and you are asleep -- early for you. Last night you were up til 2:30 a.m. and the night before that til 3:30 a.m. -- and both those nights you were still wide awake when I insisted it was time to sleep!
This morning I pulled you out of bed at 8:30 a.m. to take you to the dentist for a check-up. You were so happy to go (feeling very grown-up I'm sure). You co-operated wonderfully and I wished I'd brought a camera. Alas, you have two cavities. The dentist spoke to you about trying to stop sucking your thumb.
You went to work with me today. (I only worked four hours). You entertained yourself with coloring, playing chase with a little boy, and playing outside briefly with Laura. You were hungry (wanting candy) and used the toilet by yourself (you won't let me even open the doors for you). But you needed help turning on the water to wash your hands, getting the paper towel, and getting a drink. You always check out an armload of books and videos first thing.
I took all you girls to a movie this afternoon. It was rather a tedious movie for you, though your sisters loved it. At the end you said, "I knew she would be a princess". (The Princess Diaries)
Well, I wonder that you manage to live and grow. All you want to eat is frozen juice pops, candy, and potato chips. Today you did eat a bowl or two of cereal. Sometimes you will eat bread and honey sandwiches -- No butter and folded over. You demonstrated this to me by placing your extended fingers over your extended thumb.
Las week I ran an errand with you sisters while you remained in bed asleep. Dad was home but sleeping as well. When we came home we found you preparing "pink milk" for all your sisters and yourself. You had got out six paper cups and the pink milk powder and the jug of milk. You had already made your own. How very resourceful you are.
That week Lark had been crying about us eating desert without her. I told her to get a plate out of the cupboard. She said she couldn't reach it. You said, "Then get a chair Lark, pity sake."
My Bottom Burped
April 9, 2001 Julia is 11 1/2 months old
At this moment, 12:12 p.m., you have just changed out of your clothes into one of your swimsuits. Lark and Trina are stretching to an exercise video (home school p.e.) and you are prancing around in your suit playing with your yellow ball. Your hair is uncombed. You finished your breakfast about an hour and a half ago (a brownie smothered in milk). You did not drink your half glass of milk.
This morning you told me "the house is crying again". We had snow yesterday and today it is melting and dripping off the eves.
Much later: it is 1:08 a.m. You wanted to watch a movie with me so after all your sisters went to bed you sat on my lap and watched "The Story of Adele H" (spoken in french with english subtitles) with me. No matter. We were together. I look down at your face. You are so beautiful. You are so beautiful.
Earlier I said, "You farted". And you said, "No I didn't. My bottom burped". You are such a tease.
At this moment, 12:12 p.m., you have just changed out of your clothes into one of your swimsuits. Lark and Trina are stretching to an exercise video (home school p.e.) and you are prancing around in your suit playing with your yellow ball. Your hair is uncombed. You finished your breakfast about an hour and a half ago (a brownie smothered in milk). You did not drink your half glass of milk.
This morning you told me "the house is crying again". We had snow yesterday and today it is melting and dripping off the eves.
Much later: it is 1:08 a.m. You wanted to watch a movie with me so after all your sisters went to bed you sat on my lap and watched "The Story of Adele H" (spoken in french with english subtitles) with me. No matter. We were together. I look down at your face. You are so beautiful. You are so beautiful.
Earlier I said, "You farted". And you said, "No I didn't. My bottom burped". You are such a tease.
Traveling with a three-year-old
March 4, 2001 Sunday Julia is 3 years 10 1/2 months old
Julia, at this moment I am sitting next to you in the back seat of the car. Laura is driving (part of her 30 practice hours with her parents). Steve is "riding shotgun". Trina is behind us in the 3rd seat. You are wearing some new clothes we got at Penny's for you yesterday.
You have band-aids on both knees. You skinned one knee in your enthusiasm helping us load the van on Friday in preparation to come to Mesquite, NV with dad for the weekend. The other knee you scratched while playing at Arctic Circle yesterday.
You managed to spill your snack cereal all over the hotel room, put your hand in your lemonade slushy, wet the hotel bed, and be thoroughly bored after playing very briefly with the huge bagful of toys we brought for you.
You loved swimming in the pool -- especially iny your new swimming suit. Daddy was teaching you how to float and I was teaching you how to kick.
Julia, at this moment I am sitting next to you in the back seat of the car. Laura is driving (part of her 30 practice hours with her parents). Steve is "riding shotgun". Trina is behind us in the 3rd seat. You are wearing some new clothes we got at Penny's for you yesterday.
You have band-aids on both knees. You skinned one knee in your enthusiasm helping us load the van on Friday in preparation to come to Mesquite, NV with dad for the weekend. The other knee you scratched while playing at Arctic Circle yesterday.
You managed to spill your snack cereal all over the hotel room, put your hand in your lemonade slushy, wet the hotel bed, and be thoroughly bored after playing very briefly with the huge bagful of toys we brought for you.
You loved swimming in the pool -- especially iny your new swimming suit. Daddy was teaching you how to float and I was teaching you how to kick.
Monday, April 10, 2017
Pack Pack, Panties, Cinderella Dress, and a Plea
Feb. 15, 2001 Thursday Julia is 3 years 9 1/2 months old
At this moment you are wearing your "Cinderella" dress watching a movie. I'm getting ready for work but pausing to jot down a few things about you (and me). A little bit ago you had nothing on and Daddy told you to get dressed. You said you didn't have any panties. You said there might be some in your "pack pack". You've recently adopted an overnight bag as your "pack pack" and you keep a lot of stuff in there -- mostly clothes and toys. (I think this is because you and Lark got to spend the weekend with G'pa & G'ma Wms last month). Sure enough, you had some panties in there. I told you you have a beautiful body (which you do). Then you found your lavender "Cinderella" dress and asked me to help you put it on, which I did. On your way out of the room you paused and told me "you are the best, mom." "Thank you," I replied, "we make a great team don't we?"
The day before yesterday you implored me "Say you won't go, Mom. Say you won't go." When I came home for lunch you said brightly, "Hi Mom! It's me, Julia!"
Just now I went downstairs, pausing to watch a few minutes of your movie. You told me to go back upstairs to bed because I am sick. You told me not to watch this movie because it is boring to me. I asked what made you think I was sick. Then I noticed a little mesh bag in your hand filled with chocolate gold foil wrapped "coins". I asked where you found that and you wouldn't say. I told you those are a gift for someone and that if you'd give them to me I'd get you a treat (which you did and then I did.)
You had so much fun last night at G'pa & G'ma Milius's 50th wedding anniversary. You met your second cousin Jaymes Bunce who is a little younger than you and ran around and around with him. You told someone that he was your "sort-of-brother". Of course you delighted everyone.
You are my delight and my treasure. I often tell you you are precious to me and call you my sweet pea.
At this moment you are wearing your "Cinderella" dress watching a movie. I'm getting ready for work but pausing to jot down a few things about you (and me). A little bit ago you had nothing on and Daddy told you to get dressed. You said you didn't have any panties. You said there might be some in your "pack pack". You've recently adopted an overnight bag as your "pack pack" and you keep a lot of stuff in there -- mostly clothes and toys. (I think this is because you and Lark got to spend the weekend with G'pa & G'ma Wms last month). Sure enough, you had some panties in there. I told you you have a beautiful body (which you do). Then you found your lavender "Cinderella" dress and asked me to help you put it on, which I did. On your way out of the room you paused and told me "you are the best, mom." "Thank you," I replied, "we make a great team don't we?"
The day before yesterday you implored me "Say you won't go, Mom. Say you won't go." When I came home for lunch you said brightly, "Hi Mom! It's me, Julia!"
Just now I went downstairs, pausing to watch a few minutes of your movie. You told me to go back upstairs to bed because I am sick. You told me not to watch this movie because it is boring to me. I asked what made you think I was sick. Then I noticed a little mesh bag in your hand filled with chocolate gold foil wrapped "coins". I asked where you found that and you wouldn't say. I told you those are a gift for someone and that if you'd give them to me I'd get you a treat (which you did and then I did.)
You had so much fun last night at G'pa & G'ma Milius's 50th wedding anniversary. You met your second cousin Jaymes Bunce who is a little younger than you and ran around and around with him. You told someone that he was your "sort-of-brother". Of course you delighted everyone.
You are my delight and my treasure. I often tell you you are precious to me and call you my sweet pea.
What Angels Don't Do / Are You Going to Leave Me?
Jan. 9, 2001 Saturday Julia is 3 years 8ish months old
I cleaned my room yesterday and you played in there while I was at work. When I got home I remarked to you, "Isn't it nice to have Mommy's room clean?" You said, "It isn't clean Mama." I asked what you meant and you indicated your mess. I said, "Be an angel and pick that up." You said, "No, Mom. Angels don't do that." Later on Daddy helped you clean it up.
This morning while you were just waking up you asked if I was going to leave you. I said I was just going down to breakfast. Then you said, "After that are you going to leave me?" I said, "Yes, I have to go to work." You are tugging on my heart strings little one.
I cleaned my room yesterday and you played in there while I was at work. When I got home I remarked to you, "Isn't it nice to have Mommy's room clean?" You said, "It isn't clean Mama." I asked what you meant and you indicated your mess. I said, "Be an angel and pick that up." You said, "No, Mom. Angels don't do that." Later on Daddy helped you clean it up.
This morning while you were just waking up you asked if I was going to leave you. I said I was just going down to breakfast. Then you said, "After that are you going to leave me?" I said, "Yes, I have to go to work." You are tugging on my heart strings little one.
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