If you understand the sentiment of the title, you’ll love this post by my so-talented daughter.
But take your tissues!
It was a hot, hot day here yesterday. Our first truly hot day of the summer.
We made our trip to the park early, getting home before the sun hit its skin-sizzling zenith. Not that I have air conditioning, but with judicious use of curtains, standing fans and ceiling fans, the house was quite decently tolerable. (It won’t be after a week of this, but the heat is supposed to break in a couple more days.)
But it was a hot day, and three of the kids sleep upstairs, so I stripped them down before bed, just down to their diapers. No sheets required.
And then I did my nap-time stuff: finish preparing dinner, tidy the house a bit — from waist-level and up, that is; no sense in doing anything lower than that till the Mini Masters of Mayhem have gone home — set out craft, prepare afternoon snack, read a bit, have a cup of tea, and
waste time on the computer do some social networking.
Baby Lily was the last to wake. Baby Lily is becoming quite a
favourite charmer. From her first wailful weeks, her glass-shattering shrieks, her “GET AWAY FROM ME AND BRING BACK MY MUMMY!!!” rages, she has evolved into a chirpy, cheery, smiling, chattering — not many words, but lots and lots and LOTS of happyhappy chatter — absolutely adorable little mite. When another baby cries, she does not crumple in empathy, but continues in her unflappable good humour, inviting any and all to join her in her to-the-bone love of life. I loves this child.
Noah had announced his return to consciousness with the lilting calls from his room. “Maaaary! I’m awake! Maaaaaary!” It’s very sweet.
New Baby Boy had woken soon after, announcing his return with cries of outrage. “WHY am I still in this bed? WHY did I have to take that damned nap? What took you so long? WHY ARE YOU LIFTING ME OUT OF BED, EVIL WOMAN??? AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Emily, who, at four, snoozes on the couch on those days on which she requires a nap, simply sits up and, at a nod from me, proceeds into some quiet activity.
And Lily? Well. Normally I hear Lily moving about for quite a few minutes before she starts to call out. She wakes, she rummages about, she talks quietly to herself, and gradually, the volume increases until the happy babble becomes a call.
But today… today I thought I heard rummaging about… and then I wasn’t sure. Maybe? There it is again… no. Did I hear something and it stopped, or was there nothing? Hm. But there’s no chatter. This is Baby Lily, chatterbox of the decade. If there’s not chatter, she simply can’t be awake. The heat is just making her restless in her sleep. Yeah. That’s it.
Half an hour later, though, with all the other children awake and snacked, it’s time to wake the girl.
Lily smiles delightedly when I enter the room. “Up, up, up!” she greets me, her wee arms raised, her face a beacon of friendly welcome, her dark eyes sparkling. “Up, up, up!”
Her butt completely bare.
Her crib littered with teeny shreds of paper. (The paper liner of her cloth diapers.)
Her crib sheet wet with pee.
Her diaper on the floor beside her bed.
Baby Lily has learned to remove her diaper. Oh, happy day.
And THANK GOD it was just pee.
… it’s a holiday! A holiday which I intend to spend sitting on my front porch with a cup of tea (a.m.) and a glass of wine (p.m.) and a book (all day).
Happy Victoria Day!
1. What’s your favorite color?
Green. I prefer darker shades, am also partial to blue-green hues, though I love them all… except chartreuse, aka “bile” or “puke” green.
2. If you were headed to a desert island and could take just one CD, what would it be?
Oh, gracious. Right now? A disk by Harry Manx, called Wise and Otherwise. Ask me in a month, it’ll be something entirely different.
3. Ginger or Mary Ann?
Mary Ann. She was kind of gag-me cutesy-wholesome, but at least she knew better than to wear evening gowns to breakfast.
4. Cake or pie? Why? What kind? (Yeah, I’m calling that one question.)
Not really a fan of either. (You know, me and that whole ‘sweet’ thing.) Pie, probably, because there’s like, you know, real food in it, somewhere in all that sugar. And of the possibilities? Strawberry-rhubarb, I think.
6. What is your dream car?
I have no dream car. Not a car person. If I owned a car, it would be inexpensive, fuel efficient, and probably a hybrid. I think there’s no such thing, so at the moment I have no car. Suit me fine, and saves me a boatload of money.
7. If you had unlimited resources for a service project anywhere in the world, what would you do and where?
My current interest is Medecins sans Frontieres/Doctors Without Borders. They do so much, and go to places few other organizations brave.
8. Do you speak a language other than English?
No. Wish I did. I’d start with French, and after that, for a complete change of pace, Arabic. Other interests: Swahili and Japanese.
9. What is your musical guilty pleasure?
Don’t think I have one. Are there types of music you’re not supposed to enjoy? (I mean, there are types I don’t like, of course, but that’s just me. Other people are allowed to like them!)
10. What did you do on your last vacation?
Does ‘vacation’ mean ‘time off work’, or actual trip? My last actual trip was two or three years ago, and a Real Vacation was almost ten years ago, when we went to France. Mostly we hang around the house and get stuff done.
New Baby Boy (who really does need a blog name) totters by, a small plastic ratchet from the toy tool kit in his hand. The Husband raises his eyebrows.
“Hey there. What’s that you’ve got? It’s not a coaster, a shoe, a pillow, the dog’s bone, a marker, a piece of grass nor even a fist-full of dog fluff. Well, now. That’s an actual, regulation baby toy in your hand.” He gives the boy a sideways glance.
“You’re falling down on the job, son.”
Baby Lily pulls diapers off the shelf.
“No, no, nooo!”.
Baby Lily swings the door of the dog’s crate open and shut.
“No, no, no, no, nooooo!”
Baby Lily throws her blueberries on the floor.
“No, no, no, nooo!”
Baby Lily tosses the contents of my purse, which she has just hauled down from a shelf I didn’t realize she could reach, all over the front hall floor.
“Oh, no, no, nooooo!”
Baby Lily sticks her pudgy hand into the slot in the side of the basket holding their sun hats, and tugs a hat out through it.
“Oh, no, no, no, noooooo!”
What’s wrong, Mary? Has Lily’s busy-ness robbed you of you ability to say anything other than a litany of “no-no-nooooo’s”? Surely you have better ways to respond to baby exploration? Can you not re-direct, distract, remove?
Well, yes. I can and I do. Constantly, these days.
All that ‘no, no, no-ing’? That’s not me. That’s Baby Lily. These days, when I hear that solemn “Oh, no, no, noooo!”, I hunt the girl down, because I know she’s up to no good. Seems Lily knows it, too.
Too bad she doesn’t listen to herself…