Archive for January, 2015

16
Jan
15

dr. king

Mama, I know why we don’t have school on Monday it’s ’cause of Dr. King’s birthday.

Mama, he was shotted or something by some really bad people.

Mama, does people still hate black people?

Mama, I’m a black people.

Mama, does people here hate black people?

Even though I have brown skin I’m still a black people.

Mama, were they scared black people had germs or something?

Why did they make them go to a different school?

Are those people bullies mama?

Mama, I don’t want to be picked on.

 

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10
Jan
15

almost 13 seconds

There was a walk along the river Tuesday for our dog’s eleventh birthday. Keta decided on it and said we should let Milo stop and smell as much as he wanted. We did. We walked for just over an hour on an idyllic path next to a river making that sound that those people put on CDs to help those other people fall asleep. You know, those people who don’t have two five year olds and a full-time job teaching teenagers and aren’t able to fall asleep in four seconds before it’s even dark. But, back to that idyllic spot for a birthday walk….. Also there, a dozen different kinds of birds making their dozen different beautiful songs. The temperature was perfect and I was with my two favorite people in the world. The same people who only stopped talking long enough to make obnoxious noises. Loud ones. Both of them, at the same time. Non-stop for an hour. I couldn’t even hear my own footsteps crunching along on the gravel path and those beautiful bird songs and that peaceful river sound, all imagined. Finally, I knew I was approaching the time when I was going to go a little wide-eyed and crazy and attract more attention then we already were. A sobbing mama on the riverwalk is no good, so I decided to challenge them. Two minutes without talking or making noise at all. What could we hear if we only SHUT UP  long enough to listen?! I used different words and an almost maniacal teeth clenched smile, but they knew my meaning.  It lasted almost 13 seconds. We’re no quitters though, so we gave it a second try. We almost made it but there was a lot of shhh-ing from one of them and a lot of guttural noises and frantic gesturing at cool stuff we were too distracted to see just minutes ago from the other one. Maybe I do need one of those CDs. Not for assistance falling asleep, but to listen to during our walks along the river.

They both have been going to sleep really early this transition week, our first week back to school. One night, I think it was a bit too early. I don’t know that they could have stayed up any later, but I should have tried to make them. I heard them get up at sometime that was still really dark. They raced, screaming, to the game closet. Did they choose a quiet game like “smack the jack” or memory or “checkerds?” Nope, they chose Trouble. It’s one of those games that you press down on a dome and really loudly a metal piece flexes and throws the dice up in the air loudly bouncing off the dome and finally settling with a clatter to hoots and hollers of “It’s a six! I get to go again!” It was morning, but too early to be awake and so cheerful. I went to tell them to turn it down a bit and found that they were dressed and ready to go to school with beds made and fish fed and happy faces to see me poking my head in the room. They’re pretty great. I’m pretty glad they’re here, those silly amazing girls.

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04
Jan
15

hug timer

We’re all three headed back to our three separate places tomorrow after a wonderful two weeks all in the same place, usually in the same room of the same place. In anticipation of this stressful day the hug timer has been requested. I set my watch timer to alert us every twenty minutes at which time we stop whatever we’re doing and give each other a squeeze and a tickle or a raspberry. It helps.

K and F got money from their great-grandpa for Christmas. After much thought they decided they’d each like to buy a movie. There are so many great kid movies! They walked past all of them. They could not be swayed. We own two new Barbie movies, one of which we rented from RedBox twice before. We’ve now seen it somewhere in the double digits in less than two weeks. It’s still hilarious and wonderful. They sing and dance and laugh and I remind them that when it’s hair day I get to choose the movies.

Most days I run on a treadmill or ride my road bike tragically stuck in one place on its trainer. —They just ran in the room asking if I’d seen their pants and ran out just as quickly.— Anyway, K and F are in the room or if they’re feeling really secure, in the next room, preparing me a post workout snack. So thoughtful! I have to cram my just heavily used legs into a too small folding chair and try to inch them under a too small folding table bruising my knees. Then I have to pretend that the fake fruit and empty tea cup are just what’s needed. So refreshing and no stiffness results at all! Love it!

We’ve had some snow here, but we’ve still been able to walk the dogs. I say bundle up and they come smiling into the room a few minutes later with crop tights and tee shirts and jackets tied around their waists. Then I explain what bundle up means and they try again. And then I repeat this all the next time we take a walk. And the next time. And the next. And yesterday we’re walking along the icy river and I notice I can’t see Keta’s socks. It’s because she’s not wearing socks. I thought with snow on the ground and with all the bundle up talk I wouldn’t need to confirm everyone was wearing socks before we left the house. I was wrong.

Keta really wants to see a bob eagle sometime.

Francine thinks cow poop is called dumb. I don’t know why she shared that with me, but it is pretty close to dung.

Oh. My. Goodness! You’re getting unriched! Keta tells Francine when we’re playing monopoly.

Lions, and panthers and bears.  Oh my!

Keta sits cross legged and places her thumbs and pointers together —they just ran in the room and I had to tell them to put pants on, it’s cold!— and pretends to relax. She explains she’s focing (folking?) on nothing. She’s so zen and centered.

Mama, can you get Francine out of my nerves? She’s ignoying me.

We have so much fun!

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Halfro with a beaded headband and little cornrows in the front
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Frohawk — super cute!
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Big hair!  Love!IMG_7108

Rocking the frohawks and new boots
IMG_7174Sisters are pretty great!