Friday, May 29, 2015

Westy, when he was almost 3


In less than 6 months, this little boy will be a 5-year-old. He was only 3 when I wrote this. Time truly flies... 
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Westy

Westy is almost three. Six days remain of his two-ness.
Always a blondie, sometimes a fireman, sometimes a lumberjack
Who knows what the day will bring?

His mama and daddy say he’s prone to tantrums,
which frustrates them and makes Miles roll his eyes and
shake his head.

His grandpappy and I say he’s prone to cuteness,
which delights us and makes us smile.

This little boy tilts his head and lopes with confidence. He honors
his big brother by watching him with intensity, and copies him with pride.

He’s almost three, this sweet child. The babiest, who melts my
heart when he looks at me with his blue eyes and says,
“Y-you want to play with me?”  Of course I do, Westy. Of course I do.

10-9-13  jmp

Monday, May 4, 2015

Last day of being five



I picked up Ethan and Owen after school on Tuesday, April 28, the last day they were five years old. We went home to enjoy Dilly Bars with Grandpappy. I had been mulling over the idea of having a conversation with them about their upcoming birthday, taking some notes, and creating a poem or little story based on their comments. As with many of my ideas, this one took a turn in a different direction, so I went with it. Here’s as much of the conversation as I could get down on virtual paper! I didn't identify the speaker--I started to, but it got out of control very quickly!

 
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Me: When is your birthday?

“Our birthday is April 29. It was supposed to be May 29, but Mommy couldn’t hold us in because we were kicking hard.”

“Gayle said she might not recognize us when we’re six tomorrow.”

Me: What are some things you remember about being five?

(Puzzled look)
“We burped.”
“Getting ice cream with you.” (They were eating Dilly bars while we discussed being 5.)

Do you remember anything else?
“We went to Gustie basketball practice. And games.”
“And a Gustie baseball game. Only one.”

“We got so much presents on our birthday when we turned 5 last year.”

“Playing soccer at the park. Will you guys come to see us play soccer sometime?”

“We have swimming lessons.”

“Zander has 9 cavities.”

“We go to kindergarten when we’re five.”

“We’re not five anymore. Tomorrow we’ll be six.”

(Gpa asked about when they had their first school bus ride.)
“We had that when we were four, when we went to preschool.”
(Then they admitted that their first ride on a yellow school bus was when they were five.)
“Someone was bleeding on the bus today.”

E and O named some new friends:
“Calvin, Max, but we knew him in preschool.  Ian A. and Ian B.  Ian B. is his nickname. Juddie Buddy.”

Gpa: Is there is a girl named Montana in  your class?
We knew Montana because she farted at the beginning of the school year. She has loud burps. She only likes Laila Osborne and Mailinn.” (sp)

“We learned to read. Ms Depuydt taught us how to write at the beginning of the school year.”

“We learned how to read from Mommy and Daddy.”

Me: Anything else you remember about when you were five?
“Christmas with our cousins.  But I really only remember the presents.”

“And Easter with Miles and Westy. We got to have an Easter egg hunt.”

“We made ganola (O)/gamola (E) bars and buscetti at school.”

(Later, in the car on the way to their house Bunker Lane, Ethan took a look at a stick pretzel he was about to put into his mouth.)
This is a peakalow.” 
I asked, “Is it a piccolo?” Ethan:  “No! A PEAKalow.”
E and O explained they also learned about a flute and a clarinet in music class. We reviewed what instruments Mommy, Daddy, and the aunts and uncles played. When I said that Daddy had played a trumpet, Owen was enthusiastic: “Oh I LOVE trumpets!”  Be glad no one played drums.