The rocking chair

Yesterday I spent much time in the rocking chair. My baby boy was sick. One of those inexplicable bouts of fever that scare me half to death, because his fever is so high and he is so out of it.

So I sit with him in the rocking chair and we rock back and forth, his face on my chest, his little legs hugging my hips, and his little arms tucked in between the two of us. We just rock, for what seems like an hour, and it feels so very good to hold him, comfort him, to feel his breath on my cheek when he looks up at me and sighs a little, then smiles a little. And I totally melt when he wraps those little arms around my neck and squeezes to give me a tight little hug.
Aahhh, heaven.....

The rocking chair has been around a few years. I remember buying it at Walmart almost 8 years ago, when I was pregnant with Kaitlyn. This one was the "inexpensive" version, dark brown wood covered with dark green cloth. Not exactly what I had in mind decor-wise, but it was in our budget, unlike the pretty white wood one with light blue cloth covering. It has since moved into Zander's room. Two of the springs are no longer attached, and the matching ottoman is in the garage somewhere since there is no space for it.
I love that rocking chair, for all of the memories attached. Starting with me breast feeding Kaitlyn, Hootie's 'fave spot' when KK and I were not occupying it, our faithful 'go to' seat for cuddle moments. Then there were the countless times when I just went into their room and rocked, listening to them breathe, and those times (and there were and still are plenty of those) when there was fever or otherwise "not feeling good" involved. We just sit and rock gently. I will sing songs, hum, or tell stories and enjoy holding my baby for a little while longer.

But my most favorite part these days is the time before bed, when we settle into the rocking chair after putting on pj's and get ready to read a book first, then sing songs.
Zander knows the routine and before we are even settled in the chair, he already signs 'book'. So I pick a book or I give him two options and let him pick. We 'read' the book (I read while Zander adds his own comments), then put it away when we are 'all done'. I ask him what he wants to do next and he signs and says "sing". 'Okay, what song do you want to sing first?', I ask. "Pidah", Zander says while bunching his little fingers together to make a spider. Okay, I say, we will sing Itsy Bitsy Spider. And we sing our song and then we clap. Then we sing another song and we clap some more. Finally, I will start singing his bed time song 'slaap kindje slaap', at which point he turns from a sitting position to lay on my chest and tucks his little arms and hands in between us, resting his head on my shoulder and starts soothing himself using his tongue as his pacifier.
I sing the song slowly and sit some more, savoring the moment. Then I put him in his bed, turn the night light on, the big light off and tell him: lekker slapen. I tell him I love him and leave the room, at which point he turns on his belly, tucks his arms and legs in and goes to sleep.
Later, once he is asleep I may return and sit in the rocking chair and listen to my baby breathe.

Happy Birthday, baby!

She is 7 years old today.
She is at home with dad and Zander. I called this morning to sing Happy Birthday to her and she told me it was her best birthday ever! She has a white birthday: our little corner of the world is covered in beautiful, white snow. She has been playing in the snow, making snow angels, throwing snow balls to her poopoo, building a "snow girl" with daddy. The snow girl did not live long, though. She got attacked by Fudge, whose only experience with snow has been getting snow balls thrown at him which he then catches and chews to pieces. Naturally he had the same idea when he saw the "giant snow ball". Snow girl will have to be rebuilt at some point today, once Kaitlyn is tired of watching tv or playing on the computer, or daddy tells her to take a break. Whichever comes first.
My baby is having a great time on her birthday and I am not there. I am snowed in with SuSu, surrounded by a pristine blanket of snow that is preventing me from being with my daughter.
Things could be so much worse, though. I could be stuck on the side of the road, or worse, in a ditch, trying to get home to be with her on her birthday.
Or the power could go out and she could not watch tv or play on the computer...

Predictions of snow

Okay, at first I thought people were pushing it with this whole 'snowstorm' deal, closing schools and all. They actually called at 9:59pm on Wednesday evening with the message that school was closed on Thursday. Still, better than 5am, which happened to Renee in Clarksville.
With all the hype about there being 2 to 4 inches of snow, it was a HUGE disappointment to all of us, but especially to Kaitlyn. She woke up on Thursday and raced to the window, only to be hugely disappointed by the lack of that white stuff. What is so fun about a snow day if there is no snow, she wanted to know.
While having breakfast she told me that she predicted that there would be no snow today.
I predict there WILL be snow, I said, not wanting to give in to the gloominess of her prediction.
About half an hour later she came running and exclaimed: momma, I am changing my prediction! It had started to snow...
Thank you, God!

Merry Christmas

December 26th, 2009 - VERY early morning

4am - my arm is asleep, which wakes me up. I need to 'wake up' my arm in order for me to go back to sleep (is this backwards or what!?) Kaitlyn is already up: Mama, is it morning yet?!?!? No, baby, not yet. Go back to sleep, okay?

5am - my arm woke up, and I went back to sleep. Rousing me from a deep sleep is my daughter: Mama, is it morning now?!?! Sigh...no, baby. Go back to sleep, okay?

5:30am - Zander is up and partying...

6:45am - my son is still partying, although my daughter's room is quiet. I sigh and get out of bed.
Fudge notices me putting on my pants, which means I am up and we are going for a walk!
The weather is beautiful; the sun is almost up and the cold, wet wind feels wonderful, waking me up fully and I take deep breaths of fresh air.

7:15am - I tiptoe back into the house with the paper, turn on the coffee machine and feed the pets. I am hoping to get in a few minutes of alone time before Christmas kicks off. Both children have dozed off. I do not have to worry about Aaron: he is a teenager and will not rise voluntarily before 10am...:)

7:20am - I get Fudge out from behind the tree, where a present with a bone in it for him was "hidden".












7:21am - I make room for Hootie to get behind the tree, since Christmas tree water is a real treat for him and he could not reach because of all the presents Santa dropped off.

7:25am - Jim wakes up, completely taking me off guard. Did you fall out of bed, honey?

7:28am - after reading an article in the paper I am immensely grateful for what we have. Thanking God for all our blessings.

8am - both Jim and I try to wake up the kids, which takes us a long time.

8:15am - finally! The kids are awake (Aaron qualifies as "awake", since his eyes are open) and we are heading for the stockings.

9am - Breakfast is in the oven and Ama and Poppy arrive to witness the opening of the presents. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Christmas card pictures

Reflecting on the year past

This is the letter I sent out to some of my family members and friends that live far away...
Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year!

Dear friends and family,
I am trying yet again to stay ahead of the “get ready for Christmas” game and I have to accept defeat once more. Only six more days until Christmas…sigh
Another year passed, it seems it was even shorter than the one before. It is time lost, moments that cannot be repeated, only reflected upon and hopefully enjoyed while they lasted, however brief.
As Kaitlyn wonders how Santa makes his reindeer fly, I reflect on the year past.
Zander has made HUGE progress! His airway issues have disappeared (thank you, God!) and he is eating like a champ. He still has trouble drinking, but we know he will get there in his own time. He still has his mic-key button, which helps us give him the water and occasional medicine he needs. Also, he has started to LOVE baths! After all we have been through with his health issues, him screaming through bath time REALLY did not help matters…however, now he simply loves his baths and his newest game is to get as much water OUTSIDE the tub as possible. In August he started school (in his class are 4 kids with special needs, and 4 typically developing kids) and is absolutely loving it. His teachers Katie and Val are amazing, and he is starting to interact with his fellow classmates. His birthday party was great: we had a small gathering of family and let Zander go to town with chocolate pudding; he had a blast! On his birthday he started crawling, which had us scrambling to baby-proof the house. He is unstoppable, especially when he can chase the cat, dog, or his favorite, his sissy!
Kaitlyn had a great 6-year sleepover/unicorn birthday party. She invited several friends for her unicorn party and three of them were able to sleep over. On March 30th she got her puppy, a German Shepherd/Black Lab mix we found online at a shelter. She named him Fudge. They are inseparable and he adores her! He is also great with Zander and a wonderful protector and watchdog – maybe a tad too much… Kaitlyn’s transition into 1st grade at her new school went very well. She likes her teacher and has made many new friends. She also joined the Daisy Girl Scouts (with me as her troop’s co-leader) and is loving it! She still takes things literally, which is so very much her age. Today, when Jim was trying to train her how to sell Girl Scout cookies, he started his speech by saying: “you will need to hit as many people as you can”. She thought about that for a moment and said: Daddy, I don’t know about the hitting people thing; I really don’t want to hit anybody”… She is developing a great sense of humor, and is a master in spelling (no more spelling words to get things by her anymore!). Soon I will start training her to play Scrabble with me.
Jim and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary on October 31st, our first in our new home. We had many firsts in our new house and came full circle at Thanksgiving. Jim is still working as an official and liking it. I recently lost my job at the Symphony and am looking for something as we speak. God has a plan, even if we do not know yet what that may be, and I am confident He will guide us in the right direction.
I feel extremely blessed with my family and friends and wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Blessed and Joyful New Year!
Oh, and before I forget: Girl Scout cookies, anyone?
Sylvia

My boy, almost expelled from school

The "kids" were all lined up, sitting nicely on their chairs. There was a moment of panic, when a baby did not want to sit up straight and kept toppling over. Once she was positioned against the back of the chair, it was fine.
Class was about to start.
Ms. Kaitlyn's Kindergarten class, that is.



The school building is beautiful, naturally with the American flag!









Oh, and NO dogs or cats allowed! Sorry, Fudge and Hootie...










I asked Ms. Kaitlyn if my son could come to school. "Of course", she replied. "And if you want, you can stay with him since it's his first day. Giraffe's mommy is here too." That's all right, I said. He will do fine.
I did come into the classroom briefly to take pictures. I moved Zander's high chair a little closer to the others so they would all fit in the picture.










As I proceeded to take a picture of his other class mates, Ms. Kaitlyn looked over to him and noticed that he had grabbed Cheetah by the ear and was trying to pull her off her chair.
She ran over to him, got Cheetah to safety and then moved his high chair to where he could do no harm to the other kids.
"Don't do that again, or you will have to go home", she said sternly.











My son was neither overly impressed nor subdued by that statement.
I may have to look for another school.
Sigh...