Monday, November 23, 2009

Thanksgiving song

Molly has been singing this around the house for a few days. I asked her if I could record her and she gladly obliged but she was making the craziest faces watching herself sing. The resulting video is when I asked her to look at me instead, I can safely say no one will hire me a s a director.
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Friday, September 11, 2009

Boo!

I am back, but just with a few snapshots for now....

Pretty in Pink












Goodbye Summer




Hair Raising








Ella and Molly at the Boston Museum of Science last Spring.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Love List


Girls these are the things that I love about you, the things that put a smile on my face as I reflect on you long after you have gone to sleep. I believe these to be the things that make up the essence of you. That would give strangers an idea of the wonderful people you are.

Molly
1. The way your big eyes can say everything before you even open your mouth.
2. The way you call your father Dada even though you are capable of saying daddy.
3. That you hold on to your "baby dear" all through the night as you sleep.
4. That you are always happy to see me in the morning, almost as if you do not take my presence for granted.
5. Your vivid imagination.
6. The bond that you have with your sister.
7. Your insistence on wearing a "pretty" dress to school everyday.
8. When you ask "are you joking me"
9. The huskiness in your little tiny voice.
10. That I see so much of your father in you.
11. That your ambition in life is to be a mermaid, Hello Kitty, Strawberry Shortcake or whatever other character has caught your fancy. I love your impracticality.
12. The way you and Ella speak with each other when you think no one is listening, you have created your own world where the Bubby game is reality.
13. The passion you live with each and every day, I will not be surprised to see you on stage someday.
14. Your stubbornness, even though it can make my life hell.
15. How much you love you best friend.
16. Your beauty sometimes I can not believe you are mine.
17. When you put your tiny soft hands on my checks.
18. That almost every day you ask me "who I love best in the family" just waiting for the day I answer you, I know better and I answer diplomatically every day and it is the truth I love you all the best.
19. Your great sense of humour.
20. Your unabashed honesty, we always know what you are after.
21 That with all I love about you this list could be endless...............................................................


Ella
1. The one freckle on your nose.
2. That you soak it all in, you have a thirst to learn.
3. Your observation skills, no one can get anything by you.
4. Your beautiful red hair that you will not let me within 10 feet of with a hair brush.
5. That you want to be your own person, not blend in with the crowd, how it saddens you when your little sister has the audacity to copy you.
6. The seriousness you posses at such a young age.
7. The empathy you have possessed from such a young age, it surpasses some adults.
8. Your beautifully perfect little nose.
9. When from within that serious shell you exude such silliness.
10. That you are truly daddies little girl.
11. That I see so much of myself in you.
12. The outfits you pick for yourself and the pride you wear them with.
13. Your ability at seven to play it cool.
14. You always seem to know when to speak up and when to remain silent, so many never seem to figure this out.
15. That you contemplate everything, and I can actually see it on your face.
16. What a good friend you are.
17. Your beauty sometimes I can not believe you are mine.
18. Your ambition to be an artist
19. That you made me a mother, and have so far forgiven my many mistakes.
20. Your excitement when daddy walks through the door, it is such a gift to you father.
21. That it would take me a lifetime to finish this list.........................................................................

Thursday, October 23, 2008

My Absence





Molly's face could sum up how I have been feeling for quite some time now, and that explains why I never write here anymore. Avoidance. To explain myself or my situation to those who reads this is hard. I could stand in front of a crowd of strangers and detail my feelings with no shame, but to explain it to family and friends that evokes shame. I do not want to air my laundry lists of complaints and hardships, listing them out on the screen does the feelings behind those words no justice. All I can say is that even the day to day necessities of life and the to do list that goes along with my life has been hard, too hard. So I did not have the energy to come here and write about all the funny things Ella said, or capture moments with my camera, or explain the antics of Molly, to pretend. They still happened and I am sad that none of them will be documented but the time came to take care of myself.



As you can see Molly was just pretending to be sad, I wish I could say the same. But what I can say is I am doing all of the things I need to do to get back to the place I once was, or maybe even a better space for myself.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Phone Etiquette


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This guy is a real piece of work, have a listen for yourself.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Morning Hygine




After her first cup of coffee Molly likes to go in the bathroom and "polish" her face. This involves wetting wadded up balls of toilet paper and then scrubbing her face with this glop of cold wet toilet paper. She then drops the globs in to the sink which she has filled with water allowing the toilet paper breaks down a little more thereby forming the perfect consistency to clog the sink drain. Sometimes she will even offer to polish me.

*She does not really drink coffee, she drinks her usual lemonade

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Six


When I look at other peoples six year old's they have always resembled children in every way the same is not true when I look at my own six year old. Her hands are still so small and she is still in need of help from an adult hand more often then not. To me the six year old who resides in this house is still a baby, she still breaks in to tears with the slightest provoking, she still wants the guard railing on her bed which looks so big even when she is stretched out in it. She still takes a bath with her little sister the focus not on getting clean but getting adequate play time. She never asks for privacy I do not think she even knows what that is yet. She still likes her fruit cut in to little bite size pieces. I always thought that six years old's were fairly independent until I shared a house with one. But as life is riddled with so many contradictions baby is not a label that fits Ella, she can tell time, she can count to 212 ( I am not sure why she thinks she can not count any higher than that), she can get herself a cup of water or her own snack, she can look thing up on the Internet all by herself, and every day I am amazed at all the things she does that I did not help her learn. It is just that when I look at her and all her intelligence and Independence I still see my baby. Other six year old's are children I am not sure what my six year old is but it does not seem possible that she does not have at least a little bit of baby left in her.

I wrote this a while ago but never hit publish, so here it is now.