Just.
Not. Enough. Time. (And I have yet to figure out how to mentally write
and post on this Blog. That would be very helpful and would ensure more Blog
updates).
So, last
post was actually on Christmas (well over a month ago - boo). We had a
wonderful, great Christmas! Mia joined us on Christmas evening for gift
exchanging (she knows the kids so well and completely rocked with her
present-choices), dinner-eating and game-playing. We had such a wonderful
time. Mom took this picture for us. Zach is looking
especially...floral?
We spent
December 26th, car shopping. Our sweet 'lil '98 Honda CRV was, in
fact, totaled from my December 3rd accident. We bought a 2013 Honda CRV. It’s a funky-fun 'Kona Coffee Metallic'
color. I'm a big fan.
I'm still
getting treatment for my neck/shoulders/back injury from the accident. I
see the chiropractor once a week and get medical massage once a week. The
strains and sprains haven't ever been unbearably painful but are definitely
still present (I can't turn my head all the way to the right still) and
definitely bug me after my longest teaching days. The heating pad is just
permanently on the couch so I can use it daily.
With
Valentine’s Day just around the corner, it’s only appropriate I update you on
the love lives of the Martin girls.
First: me. I have a suitor. An admirer.
There’s a little chubby-cheeked 3 year old boy named Lawrence in one of
my classes. He hearts me. He loves me so much. He is so stinkin’ adorable. One day, one of
his teachers came down to tell me that Lawrence had nearly broken down in tears
when he asked about me and they’d had to break the news that that day was not a
Ms. Jenny/Music class day. His teacher
wanted to borrow a couple of maracas for him to shake just to tide him over ‘til
we next could jam.
The next
day, when his class arrived, Lawrence ran in and threw his arms around my legs –
making sure to then sit as close to my stool as possible. After I passed out egg shakers and we were
about to start, I glanced down at his little smiling face. He gave me the slightest chin lift and kissed
the air twice. I started laughing and
said “Were those kisses for me?” He
grinned and said something like, “Oh yeah.”
The
following week, I bedazzled my messy ponytail with a sparkly headband (you know,
trying to distract from my fatigue, etc.).
When Lawrence walked in, he opened his arms and said, “Ms. Jenny….QUEEN.” Too much.
Way too cute. That kid just makes my day – no matter what.
As for
the younger girl in this house, Kayli is very busy making plans of her
own. As I reported in my (lengthy) post
on December 19th (last section titled ‘Kayli’s Betrothed’) – she seems to be rather taken with this young
man at preschool named ‘Kruse’ (not ‘Cruise’ as I SO wrongly assumed). Well,
last week, I arrived at preschool to pick her up. I found Kayli chatting with Kruse in the
sandbox. Neither had seen me and this is
the conversation I heard:
Kruise
asks, “So, what are you going to be when you grow up?”
In a
bored (like – this is SO obvious – voice), Kayli responds, “A dolphin trainer.”
“OK, that
will work. I’m going to be a
scientist. Will you at least have a kid?”
Kayli
seemed noncommittal and didn’t clearly answer. Then, perhaps, trying to seal the
deal, Kruse stood up, walks across the sandbox and plants a kiss smack on Kayli’s
lips.
I kind of
gasp-surprise-laughed, “UMMMM, what was that?”
Kruise
turns to me and innocently answers, “I kissed her.”
“Right,
but, we really shouldn’t kiss – especially on the lips. It’s germy. We should save kissing for our families.”
“Yes, but
I kissed her on the lips because I love her.”
Oh. My.
So, while
Kayli and I navigate the raw emotions of the preschool boys around us, Matthew
and Zach are establishing their own roles and methods. Zach recently told us about the lines he’ll
have as Prince Charming’s sidekick in the youth theater play “Cinderella Rockin’
the 80’s.” He said the gist of one of
his monologues is that this character is always the sidekick, the friend, the 2nd
place, the vice president, etc.).
Joking, I
said, “Oh, Zach, do you feel you can relate to that as the 2nd
born? As Matthew’s younger brother? Are you just his sidekick?”
Before
Zach can answer, Matthew pipes up, “I work alone.”
Then Mike
ever-so-helpfully interjects, “No, Matthew you’ll want a wing-man.” (As in the
when-hitting-on-girls scenario…something I’m quite certain Mike knows next to nothing
about.)
Where is
this family headed?! A 5 year old
getting kissed in the sandbox? Training
our boys to be each other’s ‘wing men’?!
Valentine’s Day might be interesting this year.
