Seems we are turning into a girl family:
- Ms. Mush is three and proud of herself.
She will tell you that when it was her
birthday her Mum made a cake. It was in the
shape of a flower, and iced in pink and
yellow. She picked the colors herself
and they matched the party plates.
She always pretends not to know
what all the fuss is for but
she is three and she knows exactly what's
going on. Her high voice chirps nonstop and she
is a smiler. Also she is spoiled and we
say it like it's okay.
- I have already told you about the punklin but here is more.
She is two and full of twinkles. She will tell you that
her pajamas are red and they have pictures on them and
she will come running to show you this in the morning
like the best sort of wakeup call.
Hannah is her baby and not yet one,
she cries when the punklin leaves the room. When they
grow up I would like the two of them to be sisters
like Sara and I are. Easy need and talkative.
- Moose is five and
smart smart smart. She will tell you things like
the best way to take toys away from her sisters,
and that you need to give them something else to
distract them. This never works but one day it will
when she learns to be smooth about her sneakiness.
Rikki is three and adores her big sister. She will
tell you about her Red Hair Just Like Moose and Just
Like Daddy and she is soft plump CUDDLY. She needs
to be watched because she almost smothers the baby
with her blanky. The baby is 2 months and it is too
soon to see whether her hair will be red like her
- I have told you about Mickie too and she is
special because she is the oldest, the first. She
is responsible and in Third Grade and Wears Glasses
and this never ceases to amaze me. She is beautiful.
She will tell you about Hinny is four and a blabmouth.
She talks nonstop from waking to sleeping (like me) and it
is still cute for her. We will have to discuss things like appropriateness and restraint when she gets older.
- Miss Em is 7 and going on 13. Responsible and
full of wisdom words. Her sister D.L. is five and she is
Tough. We pretend to blame her fighting spirit on her
orange orange hair but really we are proud of it. She sports plastic surgery scars so gracefully that we forget they are there, and this is her gift to us. Her mouth is beautiful and We Do Not Care. Still, her mother counts all her babies' toes and fingers and checks their chins when she meets them new.
Like my dad sometimes says when they are visiting:
ACK! ESTROGEN OVERLOAD!