Thursday, January 26, 2006


And She's Off!

Lexie has discovered that if she rolls over in consecutive rolls, then she can actually move about the room. This is her new favorite thing. The first night she learned she could do this, all she wanted was to be put on the floor. Generally, at night she wants loves and snuggles and to be held. Not anymore! Now she wiggles around when I hold her, as if to say, ‘put me down! I’ve got some rolling to do!’. Of course, her rolling makes the dog and the two year old go crazy. Rebekah wants to roll with her (and over her) and Normandy wants to lick her and herd her back into the center of the room. Lexie’s rolling causes quite a commotion.

Sunday, January 22, 2006


The Sister

Last week, I was having an incredibly bad day at work, and my 'best friend at work', Sherry, told me something to cheer me up - that her mum (she is from Canada so she says mum) and her sister are coming in June to visit, primarily because they want to meet Bekah and Lexie.

This did cheer me up. I am so thankful that I have strong and wonderful women who love my girls. We are furtunate that they are able to grow up in an environment with so many great role models.

So that night, when Bekah and I were having talk time, I said to her, 'guess what, Bekah, Sherry's mother and sister are going to come and visit us in a few months'. She looked at me a did her new brow furrow thing and asked, 'what is the sister's name?'. I said, 'her name is Wendy'. She chewed on this one for a moment and said, 'my play with shewwy, and shewwy's mommy and shewwy's sister Wendy in a few months'.


Meanwhile Little Lexie Just Grins

While Bekah is spending her mornings sorting her clothes, doing 'naked running' up and down the hallway and announcing to the world that she just went poop in the big girl's potty, Lexie quietly coos and plays in the corner. It is difficult to articulate what a peaceful, lovely child Lexie is.

A few days ago, I was working on my computer and she was behind me in one of those cloth chairs. The kind that are low to the ground that look like baby chaise lounger with a seat belt. She made a little sound that I had not heard before. It was a bit like a little grunt, but not quite. She made it again so I finished the email I was working on and turned around.

She had fallen over in the chair so that the top of her head was on the floor but her body was still buckled in. She was totally doubled over at the waist, with her head touching the carpet. I exclaimed, "Lexie! Why didn't you say something?!" She just giggled at me.

I wish I had the where-with-all to grab the camera and take a picture of it. I thought about her little upside down smile all day and that evening decided to try to re-create it (this is a technique often used in documentaries, I am told).

I was not able to re-capture the moment. The only thing I accomplished was thoroughly confusing and agitating both girls. It was not one of my prouder mommy moments.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006


The Hard Ones and The Easy Ones

Rebekah has taken to categorizing her clothes before she puts them on. There are the hard ones and the easy ones. The hard ones are shirts with small neck lines (hard to get over your head) and jeans with buttons (hard for her to manipulate).

Last night, she laid her pajamas on the floor (a one piece fuzzy jump suit)and took a long hard look at it. She furrowed her brow (her latest new facial trick) and then said to me, "mommy, this one is a hard one AND and easy one." And she is right. She has no problem getting the zippered side of the jump suit on, but then she struggles with the non-zippered side. She gets half of it on and then says, "This probably isn't right". Hearing a two year old use a word like probably is so dang funny.

But... all of this is just a long lead up to the more important news. Bekah has worn her panties AND stayed dried in day care for a full week. Anyone reading this can certainly understand a parent's desire to have their child fully toilet trained; however, if you are unfamiliar with the daycare system, being toilet trained also means your tuition goes down. When Bekah sits down on her little potty chair, I like to encourage her by saying, 'come on baby, momma needs a new pair a shoes'. She thinks I'm nuts.

Sunday, January 15, 2006


How Did You Sleep?

Last weekend, when Rebekah woke up, I asked her, ‘how did you sleep?’ She thought for a moment and said, ‘good’. I almost cried.

You see, when Bekah was about a year old, I asked her how she slept as I was taking her out of her crib one morning. She looked at me and then pointed to the crib and said, ‘cib’. I said, ‘that’s right! You slept in your crib!’. That became our morning ritual. I would ask her how she slept and her response every morning was ‘cib’. After a few months it became, ‘in my cib’. This summer it became ‘in my big girl’s bed’. And sometimes, in the past few months it was ‘in mommy’s bed and in my big girl’s bed’.

But last week, she took a leap in cognitive development and realized what I was really asking her. So instead of replying, ‘in my big girl’s bed’, when I asked her how she slept, she just said, ‘good’. I knew a small part of our childhood ritual had slipped away.

The other sad thing was, she actually didn’t sleep well at all! Rebekah was diagnosed with two ear infections and pneumonia last Friday. She has been one sick little girl. She was sleeping less than three hours at a stint before she would start crying and calling for one of us. It was a rough week. My little girl got sick and got older.

Friday, January 06, 2006


2006 New Years Resolution - To Be A Unicyclist

On January 3, as I drove past our local grade school on my way to work, I saw a little girl on a unicycle.

She was about seven years old and she was clearly riding her unicycle to school. My god did that put a smile on my face! I laughed out loud - the kind of laugh you do when you see something you really like.

All the way to work I thought of that little second grader, riding her unicycle to school. I thought of her on the way home too. I hoped that I would see her again.

I want to be like that. I want to be unique and brave and energetic. I want to do things that are spunky and memorable.

Before 8 am on Tuesday morning, I was thinking about resolutions that had to do with budgets and diets and answering emails. Now I'm all about the spunk. How the heck that will manifest into action, I have no idea.


To Hear Bekah Tell It

Last night, when Bekah and I were having 'talk time' before bed. She told me the story of getting sent home from school. It went like this: (things to note - Patty is her teacher. Margie is the school's director)

"Patty did my temadure and Margie come in and say you go'ed home now bekah. My call you daddy."


What 102 Will Do

On Wednesday, we got the dreaded call from daycare – Bekah has a fever of 102. Come get her.

When you have a two year old, a 102 fever stops your family dead in its tracks. When the fever is 102, there’s no fudging it and there’s no forgetting it. Often, when Bekah isn’t feeling well, we wipe her nose and send her to school anyway. Bekah is sick a lot. She gets colds and ear infections and stomach aches. Usually, it doesn’t slow her much. Her urge to be active keeps her from being down for too long.

However, when the fever hits 102, all bets are off. When the daycare says the fever is 102, my mind instantly conjures up images of my flushed little girl, lying lethargic on her cot, hair matted to her face. A call about 102 degree temperature makes me turn off my computer and head straight out the door. When the fever is that high, I don’t wrap up loose ends - I go straight to mommy mode. Fevers that high also get you a little note from the schools saying you can’t bring your kid back the next day.

Tonight, our executive team had tickets to see Blake Nordstrom and Jim Donald (CEOs of Nordstrom and Starbucks) speak. In my warped world, seeing those two speak is like having front row tickets to the best concert of the year, or watching the Huskies in a championship game. However, Bek’s fever is still over 102. She is flushed and lethargic and her hair is matted to her face. She doesn’t want to eat or play. She just wants to sit on my lap and rest. So, instead of learning the success secrets of the leaders of two of the best companies of our state, I watched the same 30 minute episode of Calliou four times in a row. That is what 102 will do to you.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006


The Longest Hour

On Christmas Eve, I took both girls on an airplane to Kennewick to spend the weekend with my parents. It was quite horrible.

Things were actually going surprisingly well at first. We got to the Seattle airport 90 minutes early in anticipation of long lines and crowds. However, it was unusually quite. Getting through security was a bit challenging, I had to lay Lexie down on the ice cold metal shelf while I took off my shoes and Bekah’s shoes, unfolded the stroller, took off my coat and my vest and put everything in the basket to go through the machine. I did all of this with one hand as I had the other hand on Lexie’s stomach so she wouldn’t roll off of that silly shelf and my eyes always on Bekah.

We walked through the airport for about an hour. Lexie was sleeping in the Bjorn and Bekah was having a ball ‘aplowing’ (exploring). Things seemed good.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Bekah darted down a high security hallway. In the split second that it happened, I saw her make a dash for it, saw all of the signs and the only thing that could come out of my mouth was “BEKAH! DO NOT ENTER!!”. I could have yelled, ‘mea culpa’ and she would have understood me just as much.

She set off the sirens and the alarms. Security descended upon is within seconds (literally). It stopped her dead in her tracks. A look of sheer panic came over her and then she let out a loud “I want my daddy!”.

I scooped her up in my arms (thanks to the adrenaline, I could hold both girls, no problem) but before I could get her fully calmed down, the last call for our boarding came over the speaker.

We stepped on to the tarmac and it was sooo loud and the plane was soooo far away. She clung to my leg again. I waited for a second to be hit with some sort of mommy-wisdom, but nothing came so I looked down at her and said firmly, ‘I know you are scared but we have to do it anyway. Let’s go’.

Oh, my little darling. She put her head down and forged ahead. I couldn’t even hold her hand because of Lexie and the stupid stroller. She was crying but she didn’t stop once. She could have easily refused to go on, but she didn’t. She even went up the stairs onto the airplane with no fussing.

The minute we sat down, the loud crying resumed. It was dispersed with “I want my daddy” every two minutes or so. As soon as we took off, Lexie started crying too. Poor Lexie. She doesn’t cry much and I’ve probably only heard her piercing ‘I’m hurt’ cry three times before. That is the cry she was crying.

Both girls wanted me to cover their eyes. So I spent the full 50 minutes with a crying girl on either leg, with my hands over their eyes and all three of our heads touching, in a self-pity huddle. Parents know their kids have every day cries and the cries reserved for-real-truely-honestly-something-is-wrong times. Both girls were giving me their best for-real-truely-honestly-something-is-wrong cries. It made me cry too.

My parents said I looked pretty shell shocked when we got off the plane. For the next few days I really felt like I had earned my stripes as a parent. But then I read about the Seattle to Burbank flight that lost cabin pressure for 25 minutes as they made an emergency landing. And learned that our friends, Justin and Jill, had their second child unexpectedly in their bedroom just an hour after the hospital sent them home because she was only three centimeters dilated. And watched the parents of the West Virginia miners who were first told their sons were alive and then found out they were not - all on natinoal TV.

Heck, my flight weren’t nothin’.

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