Thursday, March 26, 2015

between big and little

whenever we get together with friends for playdates there are always kind reminders to, "let the baby have that" and "be gentle, he's little"....  which I'm sure Tripp appreciates.  but the interesting thing is that T is often not that much younger than the ones being reminded of such things.  or sometimes, he is even a few months older.  i cough this up to his extended months of crawling and his fuzzy little blonde head (his momma has never looked her age, either ;).  miraculously, he seems to have kept this delicious babyness about him. 

he is very much between big and little.

between big and little there are no high chairs, only standing on the chair and feeding yourself.  there are lots of yearings for mama's cup, mama's fork, mama's plate.  what good is a fork just your size when you are big now?

language is exploding into a hundred little phrases that catch us off guard.  "did he just say, 'play with me?'." and yet, banana remains "nina".

there is putting your own toothpaste on the toothbrush, brushing your teeth, and returning both into the glass they came from.

there are failed attempts at redirection from the gigantic bouncey slide.  two blue eyes staring up at you in confusion, because ever fiber of your little body wants to do it....but they won't let adults go on it with you.

there are still the moments of resting your head on my chest and sucking your thumb.  there is the call from the bedroom from diddy that, "he just closed his eyes and laid on me, i can't believe he did that.".  and oh how we are savoring every last drop of the little.

Friday, March 20, 2015

from the mouths of babes // o14

mrs. mylett: "do you like your new house?"
student:  "YEA!  it has a pool table AND a full sized bar."
(what else could a six year old possibly need?)


student to me: "dontcha know my middle name?  it's princess and marie."


overheard:  "nobody knows everybody in the world."

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Monday, March 16, 2015


i'm mulling over schedules, dried plants, dresses, kitchen runners, grapefruits, and the transition from winter and spring.  you?

Friday, March 13, 2015

kids, the Holocaust, and inappropriate play

at various points of the school year i find myself on the brink of sheer madness.  after the initial
frustration of the day wears off, i'm left in quiet self reflection- which always ends with the same conclusion:  it is me, not them.  if something is s suddenly off kilter, it is likely because i've become caught up in the standards and lost sight that they are six years old.

the same can be said of mothering Tripp.  when he is in the middle of a tantrum, instead of melting down right along side him it is necessary to take a step back and remember that his tantrum is a result of him not being able to regulate his emotions or express his needs effectively.  it is my job to stay calm and navigate him through it.

remembering that children are indeed just that, children and not adults, makes all the difference in my teaching and parenting.

this article was a nice reminder of the importance of understanding the psychology of children: kids, the Holocaust, and "inappropriate" play.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

when we became parents, a part of us vanished.  the part that wonders to just yourself on a saturday morning, "what should i do today?".  it got tossed away right next the part of our life that focuses on us - the him and i - our marriage.  the very thing that started it all.

even though you know you should go out just the two of you, how do you justify leaving the squishy, happy, completely delicious boy? 

on saturday morning the cabin fever bubbled over and MWM declared there we were going to spend a night in newport.  newport!  he didn't have to twist my arm, newport happens to hold one of the most special places in my heart and i am happy to visit that city at any point of the year, regardless of the season.

we were giddy at the idea of nothing but us.  no schedule, no plans.  we checked into our hotel and promptly walked to the mooring for a bag of donuts.  which led to dinner, which led to a nightcap and dessert.  we never once went back to the room in between.  it was just him and I making last minute decisions and endless conversation. 

after having a child, the busy pull of life, and the familiarity that comes with being with someone for nearly a decade.....somehow when we get around to holding hands it seems much sweeter than the excitement of holding hands when we were on our very first dates.

it was the most refreshing weekend.  every little inch of it is now wrapped up as my newest happy thought.

the ending trip down ocean drive was the cherry on top, and then we drove home on sunday afternoon to see our boy.