Week 43: Windows / Doors
You know the old saying…
Week 43: Windows / Doors
You know the old saying…
It would be an understatement to say it’s been a hectic half a year. But it hasn’t been too busy not to notice what a big kid you’ve become.
You’ve taken to Nettles as a big brother does; you’ve bonded even more with Bebe even if you do bicker a bit more (a testament to her communication skills, to your opening even more space to let her have valid feelings and actions).
The week you learned checkers, you taught your sister checkers. That might have been the best part of your enthusiasm.
You get down on the ground to see the world the way the baby does.
You can’t stop writing and drawing. Copying any words you see, in English or Hebrew. Drawing the characters in your mind, whether pirates or rocket ships.
You learn from everyone around you. The yoga thing definitely stuck.
You are fascinated by how things work, by making things work. Including your uncle’s PhD robotics work.
You’re – well, we’ll call it resourceful. I can’t throw anything away without you inspecting it first. Maybe there’s something you can do with it. Maybe you’ll save it for a rainy day. Or a paper pool.
You know who is dear to you. There are friends, and then there are friends. You treat them well. After initial caution, you’re sensitive. You share a little better. You laugh a lot. You love them close.
Oh Nettles, Nettles, Nettles.
You are a special soul, truly: only you – but only you – can be home with me all day while I attempt to get work done, roar at me on constant, and when I try to help, you laugh in my face – and get away with it.
It’s fascinating me to watch your experience as a child born into a loud, existing home. You don’t know life without much taller people walking around (and over) you. You only know a world where anyone, at any time, can walk up to you, throw their arms around your neck, and sing VERY LOUDLY IN YOUR EAR (‘she’s not a toy, Bebe!’).
It really shows on you. You are watching everything. You are getting faster about catching up. We look up and you’re halfway across the room, shoving bits of leftover craft paper in your mouth.
This is a relief – you’re one of us in the food department. My heart couldn’t take it otherwise.
You are getting into everything. I warned your brother and sister but they will not be stolen from without a fight. Which is mostly coming to tell me “Nettles hit me! Nettles pulled my hair! Nettles broke my toy!”
I wasn’t a youngest, Nettles, but I’ve known one very well. Take it from me: keep at it. Keep at it as long as you can.
Except maybe the tiny model sukkah we built. Please don’t eat the tiny model sukkah we built.
And as your first summer has ended, I’d like to add that you’ve been to the beach more in your short lifetime than your siblings were in the first three years of theirs.
Maybe that’s part of what keeps you so chill.
Benefit of a very great week of tiyulim.
Week 42: Landscape
Rocks in italics.
How is it natural to go from a 6-month-old clawing at your neck while laughing in your face all day, and then at 5pm switching to wearing suitable Waldorf Astoria clothing, packing business cards into your clutch and smiling like you haven’t been waking up every two hours for the last few nights?
It’s not. It’s not natural. There’s no way. The trick is to not give up on yourself while trying to make it seem natural.
Or the trick is to get as many cute cheeky naked butt shots of the 6-month-old before you have to leave for the evening. The trick is not to think too hard that you haven’t seen the other kids since 8am and won’t see them before they go to bed tonight.
The trick is to not feel weird about leaving the house every day with diapers stuffed next to your work laptop. Or to ignore that it’s a shame you’re sweating through your nice work clothes as you race back and forth between ballet and soccer practice.
One day I’ll come back here and explain to you how I did it.
First I gotta figure out how I’m going to do it.
This was a learning week. Learned something new about my camera. I took a LOT of shots of a LOT of different subjects and I didn’t want to go with another flower or fruit… Took way better shots than this but this is what I felt in the end. BUT I learned so much about the technique and am grateful.
Week 41: Macro
It might not look like it here, but I learned a lot this week.
And like that, you were three. Bigger, a little bolder, a lot brighter.
This hasn’t been the easiest half a year for you Bebe; gaining a little sibling is wonderful as you know, but also kind of challenging, as you know… right?
Your love and warmth and all-encompassing care for your baby sister has been inspiring. Your hugs and cuddles and kisses have been (mostly) warmly received by this very lucky little baby.
But on perhaps a weird level, I’m also so proud of you – for the outspokenness when you need to be heard. For acting out when you feel out of sorts. For refusing, rebelling, for stamping your feet.
Your curiosity is budding. More likely to jump in, more likely to explore – and this was always true – way more likely to get your hands (and everything else) dirty for the sake of knowledge.
Along those lines – the building. You love to get your hands in there, putting together houses and towers and any other abstract construct.
Let the record show I’m vocal about making sure you get the same Lego attention as your brother.
You’ve always been about movement – whether doing your natural full split or, well, walking into walls. This year you’ve started a ballet class, which, can you guess, that you love it?
You ‘read’. To your baby sister. It’s the best reading ever.
And your baby doll is still following us everywhere.
Friends have always been and ever-growing an important part of your daily life. It’s most of what you talk about when I ask you how gan was.
We drink ‘coffees’ together.
You are the swimmer to Koala’s paper pool. The explorer to his wild plans.
There are things about you becoming a teenager that I find downright frightening. And there are others I think will be fun – like watching you get dressed every day. Some days you put on whatever we put out… and some days, you make magic (which I will get a photo of at some point).
Walk your own way, Bebe.
Week 40: Pairs
“Here’s my two cents…”