I've returned from the familial abyss that has claimed my blogging time for the last three weeks. I don't think I've gone so long without writing since I started this blog so to the two or three people who read my ramblings regularly, sorry about that. You see, we've just had quite a bit going on around here.
Vivi turned four.
The Turtles are on the cusp of walking and destroying everything in their path.
My washer died and flooded part of our basement in the process.
Our beloved babysitter is graduating college and leaving us which has me distraught.
And my husband and I celebrated five years of mostly marital-bliss.
No picture for that. Go figure...
And you thought I was just busy soaking beans and baking bread.
My girls spend a lot of time together. Jude and Elie are inseparable for all the reasons associated with young twins and, apart from when she is in school, Vivi is home with them. Vivi will often try to engage her sisters in her games which generally consist of bossing J&E around in the name of playing "school" or "dance class" or "summer camp."
The problem is that Jude and Elie drive Vivi crazy. They don't listen. They don't follow her directions and even worse, they are full of their own ideas. Oh, and sometimes they just. won't. stop. touching. her. stuff. The few harmonious moments of sibling love quickly spiral into a three-way battle for control.
I've tried to talk with Vivi about some of the ways that she can deal with her sisters. Her first step is what we have called the counter-offensive. She put this sign on her door:
JUDE OR ELIYA CAN'T COME IN!!!!!
This is Aviva's room. Onle [only] mom and dad
can come in. …
Vivi loves Obama. It all started during the 2008 election when her dad and I talked at great length about politics. We were so happy to see George W. Bush go that I think our enthusiasm was contagious. She obviously didn't know anything about the implications of one winner versus another but she decided early on that Obama was her "new best friend." She was only two then but when my husband came home with this "Obama nightgown" she was delighted.
Now, with another election upon us, Vivi is just as enthusiastic about Obama. So much so that she wrote him a letter. Actually, more like a book since she is just as enthusiastic about using her stapler.
This is the main page but there are a few others with "You Rock Obama" surrounded by even more stickers and a page with Vivi's stats and address so Obama can write her back. We included the picture below and she sent it off.
My six-year old certainly picks up on our feelings about the election and…
Well, I didn't make my goal of blogging every day this month but at least I had a good reason-- pinworms.
Internet, that may be the only time I use the word good and pinworms in the same sentence.
My house is proof that it makes no difference how neat and tidy you are, sometimes kids catch some pretty undesirable stuff. After dealing with head lice and pinworms in the span of six weeks, I can attest to just how undesirable those things are.
By the way, undesirable is a nice way of saying really, freaking gross.
After wiping Elie's bum and discovering that she had worms, I did what any caring mother would do. I sat down and cried at my bad luck. Yes, because it is always about the mother.
When I told Elie that worms were the reason she had such a sore bummie, she said in a very concerned voice, "Oh no. This is such bad news. I hope my sister Jude doesn't get the wormies."
And like most twins, they shared that too.