1. The other morning Lila and Vivi were eating breakfast in the kitchen before school. The older one had to get up and take a restroom break, so she used the powder room nearest the kitchen. While she was in there, she, with the door open per usual, started to sing… a lovely little high-pitched tune.
Vivi, sitting there eating her yogurt says to me matter-of-factly, “I think so my sister’s a mermaid.”
I think so, too.
2. Lila has taken to calling me on the home phone at our house while I’m in my office at work.
My first phone call from her:
Me: “Hello this is Kylee.”
Her: “Hi Kylee.” [insert copious giggles]
I love her.
My second phone call from her:
Me: “Hello, this is Kylee.”
Her: “I know.”
Me: “What cha up to?”
Her: [sighs] “…well, I just got finished doing some yoga and now I think I might play with my sister.”
“Just got finished with some yoga and now I think I might play with my sister.”
Each and every phone call since hasn’t disappointed.
3. Another phone call from Lila while she’s at home and I’m at work:
Her: “Mommy. Vivi and I made a pinky promise and she broke it.”
Me: “Oh. Hmmm… Well, what was the promise?”
Her: “She promised that she would make a club with me then when I started making the club she started making a party and now she won’t go to the club.”
Her: “And I don’t want to go to the party and if I do go to the party, I don’t know what I should take and can I use the pink balloons I know where they are and a party needs balloons.”
Me: “Sure. Use the balloons. Let me talk to your sister.”
waiting, enter little Vivi-voice
Me: “Yes, Vivi. Did you break your pinky promise?”
Vivi: “It’s because… Mommy, I want to play separately.”
Me: “You don’t want to play with Lila right now?”
I mean, we all have our limits.
It’s good to know just how much we can handle and what we want.
I’m not raising delicate flowers.