Thees Eez the Good Life

Snuggled into bed between her father, two dogs and me on this glorious, crisp spring Sunday morning, Sarah aimed her index finger at me and beeped my nose. "My mommy" she said. "My Sarah", I replied, beeping her back. Then she said "my daddy. My Lydia. My Monkey. My Kate. My Me. My love", and sighed contentedly. I buried my feet further under Monkey's warm fur and managed to read another 2 pages of my book before any other action was required of me. This is going to be a very good day.

Poetry - The Place Where Kate & Sarah Are Friends

Today when I picked the girls up from school Kate shared a new poem with me. I read it out loud to the both, and Sarah gave Kate a big hug. Currently, they are downstairs screaming at each other. Here is Kate's new work of literature (this is an exact copy, so the spelling is hers. I can't really complain; her spelling is infinitely better than mine was at her age.)

Sisters
Sisters sisters always fighting.
Some love and some fight.
Some do a little bit of both.
Like me and my sister.
My sister is the sweetest
sister to ever live. She is
the prettyest of the most pretty of all. She is the
most loveing. I love her
even though we fight
sometimes. We still love
each other very much.

[Stick figure of Sarah with a giant bow in her hair not shown here]


The poet.

Happy St Pat's Day!

I've never really bothered to learn much about it, so I have always been a bit confused by this whole "luck of the Irish" thing. A casual glance at their history makes me think it might have started ironically, but then went viral. Still, we've been very lucky so far today! The morning clouds cleared right out, and the sun is shining brightly and the air is unseasonably warm. It's treat day here, so we all walked to the Farmer's Market and indulged in some treats from one of our favorite bakers. Going home, we took long way around via the community garden. Jeremiah, Sarah and I all found 4-leaf clovers! I gave Kate mine, and she threaded it through the button hole of her overalls - now she's wearing some green.

I know it's been awhile since I've posted. The girls have been up to their usual - vacillating wildly between uber-sweet and monstrous. The other day, while Sarah was taking a bath, Kate went in and dumped cups of very cold water on her. They got water all over the bathroom. I considered breaking it up, but when I realized I'd be squelching what will certainly become a fond childhood memory for them both, I took a couple pictures instead. The bathroom is built to withstand a lot of water in places, anyway.

Now I must conduct a Reiki session, then get out into my garden, which is sorely in need of some compost and mulch. Also, the kids have gotten deadly quiet downstairs. Time to sign off here and carefully proceed down to undo whatever disaster is surely in the very quiet making.

The Sun Came Out

This morning the girls are bickering, screaming and slamming doors. I can't seem to get them to stay outside. It's beautiful out there, so perhaps I'll go play outside, and they can stay in here and declare each other "the worst". Meanwhile, to remind myself that they're usually a fun addition to the house I'm recalling just a couple days ago. A cloud of sweetness descended upon them both while we were at the chiropractor. Kate made up this poem about her sister -

There was a girl named Sarah,
who was very sweet.
Once, she did something so sweet,
that God smiled so brightly,
the sun came out.

She recited this during her adjustment and then again to Sarah, who embraced her sister with a warm hug. Then, they played without a terse word between them until bedtime, when they managed to brush their teeth without getting toothpaste on every surface of the bathroom. Yes, there are days like those, too. I had to write it down, because sometimes they're hard to recall.