Conversations : Jacob and Lily.

Tonight, I made the girls go downstairs and pick up the 67 pieces of chalk that lay scattered on the floor. Yesterday I picked up Lily a little too quickly and my back has been out ever since. This means everyone else picks up their OWN messes and Mama is off the hook for a few days.  This also means Mama is going to take the advantage and find things for other people in this house to do.  Leading to a bit of guilt. I told the girls if they pick all the chalk, then I would give everyone some ice cream afterwards.  You should have seen how fast it all got picked up. 

Upstairs, the girls wanted to sing "Happy Birthday" to Madeline, because she will turn 5 on Wednesday, and this has caused quite a stir in our home. Just thinking of artificial sweeteners and spongy cake goodness causes them to shake with drooling anticipation. After singing to her TWICE... Once when the ice cream came on the table, a second time with a candle "with fire on it" in her ice cream, I walked away. Lily and her little butt got down from the table, and walked into the living room where Jacob and I were talking.  The sweet little grin and bouncy curls looked at us ... waiting.  She knew. 

Jacob: "LILY! Put that bowl back in the kitchen!"

Lily: "no." ::grinning::

Jacob: "yes!"

Lily: "no! "   :: smiling::

Jacob: "Do you want a spanking?"

Lily:  "no?   YES!!"

Jacob: "OOONE..... TWOOOO....."

Lily: "THREEEE!!" ::giggles and runs away::

This is why Jacob is going to have a much much harder time than me when they become teenagers. I will threaten them within an inch of their life. And then I will make them believe it.  

I realize that I am not having any more children, and with that, the sadness comes that I will never again hold a little newborn that is my own. I am not letting Lily's youth slip away from my memory like I did with my other two girls.  I remember being so tired and just wishing they could hurry up and learn to eat by themselves, to tie their own shoes, to go potty by themselves, and put themselves to sleep.  With Lily my reality is solidified by the fact she is the youngest. It all comes into focus. It becomes important. 

So the other morning while I was getting my coffee, I looked over and saw her sitting there, quietly, eating her breakfast cereal, by herself.  I smiled and watched her, so big, not needing me for anything.  I grabbed my camera which just happened to be on the counter and  took a few pictures of her. One day I will look back and miss these days.

Well, Obviously.

This is the douche-iest message ever left. 

I was going to write a long commentary on what I thought about it, 

but... there just aren't words. 

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Annie, Get your Gun.

Anne had a boyfriend last year in Kindergarten , named Jasper. It was weird for us, because I didn't realize that boys and girls liked each other until they were much,  MUCH older. But, she really liked Jasper, and they would talk and eat snack together or whatever, and then, before Jasper could recite his spelling words, Anne had a NEW boyfriend. Trey. This was always said in a dreamy, drawn out way so it was more like "Trrrreeeeyyyy." I have to admit, this kid was adorable. He had pretty awesome parents, too. I wish everyone that knows Jacob could have seen his face when Anne told him she had a boyfriend. You could have told him that Vermont just fell into the ocean and sank to the bottom. It was hilarious.  His eyebrows shot up and you could see new wrinkles forming on his forehead.. 

So now Anne is in first grade and has a more normal relationship with her classmates. No talk of boyfriends or anything, which I am sure puts Jacob's mind at rest. The other day, however, she told me that she saw Jasper out in the hallway and that "he looked GREEEAAT. " So I was trying to act all cool-mom-like making dinner and asked her how come she thought he looked so GREEEAAT.   She replied that he had on a nice sweater, and his hair looked real nice, and he had on gorgeous jeans. That is when I stopped making dinner and swung my head around to see her jabbering away, like nothing was wrong... but something had to be wrong because I just had a stroke and I couldn't feel my face. "Gorgeous jeans??" I asked.  

Oh I heard her correctly alright. Gorgeous jeans. 

We don't really think much of guns, but I can see Jacob getting one in the future. Not to use, we wouldn't buy bullets, but, he will probably want one around to show all the guys that want to come over to our house and show off their jeans.