Monday, July 7, 2014

Mobile Moments, 6/30-7/6

So, it's finally happened. I have now fallen so low as to miss the one post I've been reliable about of late: my weekly Mobile Moments.

It feels both a failure and a relief. Clearly, the world did not end because I failed to meet my own personal expectations of myself, but I must admit that my own expectations were not exactly unreasonable ones.

Still, we did a lot of living in the past week, none of which was even recorded via my smartphone. Fourth of July celebrating, birthday partying, family together-ing and good-weather-enjoying aplenty, to be specific. While a big part of me often fears that the joy I feel in these moments will seem fleeting if I don't take time to record the memory of it, I must say that it feels good to be experiencing everything with both feet in and a phone tucked safely out of reach.


Who knew that nightgowns came in "ballgown" style?





Even Big Girls need a nap sometimes.




Cool Cats love story time, too.




Because N is better than K.




We'll get that potty training started some day, I promise.




The corn was initially a little too warm to hold. But what do you want to bet he'll never eat it any other way again, now?



Overheard this week:

Abby

Standing tall and proud after tucking a kitchen towel into the back of her shirt like a cape: "Everybody: I'm wearing a towel on my back." (Ignoring me as I insert that "I think that's a dirty towel.") "And it keeps me warm!"

In response to Mima's request that Michael not kick his sister Amelia: "She's not Michael's sister, she's my sister!"

Interrupting as Tom lovingly cradled her in his lap and asked me aloud if I remembered when she was our only baby, and how we called her our little baby: "But now I talk!"

Between Abby and Granda

A: "Why is Mima so good?"
G: "Because she was made that way."
A: "No, Mima's made of skin and hair."

Between Tom and Abby

T: "What do we need to spell 'knife?'"
A: "We need an N."
T: "Actually, you need a K- it's a strange word. Let's get the K letter."
A: "No, an N is better."

Michael

"Bite, shoe, bitty (because we like to call his little sister our "Itty bitty")

Mia

"Read book (kid knows how to give commands already), car, map, sing, song, (and, though it probably merely sounded like it, I could swear that she yelled out to me one night: "Don't sing!" followed by "Sing!" a command which she directed at her father.)

Most amazingly, upon hearing us begin singing "Row, row, row your boat" one evening, she finished off the first line with "meh, meh, meh, meh (merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...)"