A Week from H-E-Double Hockey Sticks

Well, we have had quite a week here. I know I say that often, but this week it is especially true.

We parted ways with our part time nanny, Tara, on Monday. She was wonderful with Emmeline but there were some serious things that we could not overlook. We wish her all the best and are sad that she will not be with Emmeline anymore. So, we have been scrambling to find a new solution since I am not finished teaching until Dec. 10. Our friend Melanie (Estella's mommy) watched Emmeline on Wednesday and our friend Martha (Ezra's mommy- he turned one on Wednesday!) watched her on Friday. On Monday, our friend Alison (Haley's mommy) will be helping us out. Beyond that we have no idea. Cross your fingers (and toes).

On top of that, my mommy-wagon pooped out on Tuesday for the third time this fall. We were told that it can be patched up to get us by for a few weeks. Beyond that we have no idea. Cross your fingers (and toes) again.

The logistics of all of this are becoming very hairy. We have one working car and Paul and I are working in opposite directions of our house. Emmeline and I have been waking up early to drive Paul to work and then I have been dropping Emmeline off wherever or bringing her with me to campus (sorry, fellow office mates!). When Paul is done with school, he either has to hitch a ride from a fellow co-worker or wait until 5:30 when Emmeline and I can get there.

Work, of course, for both of us has been ever-present and stressful this week. Prepping, grading and teaching. We were both supposed to be observed on Friday; me by my dissertation advisor (it actually went well, thanks for asking) and Paul by his assistant principal (he wasn't able to make to Paul's class because there was a snowball fight that morning and as an administrator, he had to dole out suspensions). Ah, life.

The silver lining is this: Oftentimes in our most trying moments, we are given the opportunity to realize how very fortunate we are. We have very dear friends and they are graciously coming to our aid. It truly takes a village to raise a child and since our genetic village is in North Dakota, Minnesota and Idaho, our Delawarian village has come to the rescue...again and again and again.

If I had written this post at any time during the week it would have had a much different tone. But it is Saturday night, I am eating a fajita made with steak that Paul just grilled, drinking a glass of cabernet, listening to Prairie Home Companion via podcast and do not have to look at my students until Monday.

Last Saturday we got together with our

Birth Center friends. The girls were thrilled

about the bubbles!

Almost got it!

Estella and Emmeline making a mess

AAhh! Time for a break from all their

hard work.

A few still moments

It is rare that Emmeline sits still long enough for me to get a good picture of her.  In these three pictures she was sitting on my lap intently watching Sesame Street clips on Youtube:

Emmeline is becoming more independent in her play; looking at books, coloring and pretend play (like cooking or being a mommy to her baby dolls).  Another rare still moment:

A few weeks ago, my friend Kate and I went to the Flavour of Britain in Wilmington.  It is this great little teahouse run by a British couple. Unfortunately they have decided to close in light of the recent economic downturn so we wanted to get in one last afternoon tea service.  They were selling everything: the rest of their merchandise, fixtures and some furniture.  I spotted a wooden toy box hand painted with scenes from Alice in Wonderland.  I knew it would be perfect in Emmeline's nursery.  Janet, one of the owners, told me they had it imported from England when they moved here and that it had been signed by the artist.  She let me have it for $100 but seemed a little sad to be parting with it.  I am so glad she let me have it; it will be a treasured piece of furniture for years and years to come.  It is also nice to have a piece of the teahouse.  It will be sorely missed:

Doesn't it look great under the window?

It irks me that I couldn't center it perfectly

because of a dumb ol' heating vent on the floor

Detail of top (Alice is rather ugly, but I think that

makes the painting more interesting)

Detail of front

Our Little Genius...seriously

Emmeline's vocabulary and intelligence is surprising and thrilling me every day. I am so proud of her. She started saying a few more complex sentences in the past week. When she is looking for a toy, identifying a character in a book or playing hide-and-seek with Paul or I, she says "There she is!" (always "she" probably because it is just us girls most of the week). She is also picking up expressions that Paul and I say without realizing that we are saying them. She has copied Paul's "Oh man!" and my "Ooffda!", though hers is just "Oof!" She is also picking up inflections that we use. Her "wow!" sounds just like mine; I didn't realize this until I exclaimed "wow!" while watching TV on Wednesady and Paul teased, "I thought we put Emmeline to bed."

Emmeline also started to understand the concept of numbers, which is actually pretty abstract so I am incredibly impressed. Whenever she has two of something (usually her baby dolls) she says "two!". She can also identify the letter "B"; she tries the others, but is usually wrong. Still, I am thrilled about "B"! At least she knows the name of the letters even if she can't identify them yet. She knows the titles of most of her books; if you ask her to bring a specific one to you she is able to identify it and say the title, though in her own toddler-speak. Hop on Pop sound like "Pop pop" and Everywhere Babies sounds like "Evvy".

Yes, I am bragging (hey, it IS my blog) but these examples also reveal how language (and behavior) is learned. Not just learning how to say words, but what they mean, how they are inflected, how to use them, etc. We are constantly reminded now that we have to watch what we say and how we say it. Emmeline has picked up some of the not-so-nice things that we say to the cats when they are being mischievous, one being "Hey! Hey! Hey!". She has recently started to repeat this when we are trying to get her to do something against her will. It sounds pretty awful when she decides to say this in public. We have made a resolution to always speak in calm tones and use gentle language. I hope we remember our resolution when she is throwing her food from her high chair or coloring on the 'fridge.

Halloween 2007

I wanted to share some pictures of Emmeline's first Halloween last year because I am feeling particularly nostalgic today (see previous post).  What a little sweet pea!

Lovely little cardboard boxes

Emmeline at four months

Tonight I brought up from the basement boxes of Emmeline's little baby clothes.  And her sweet, dear little bassinet.  Her infant swing and stroller.  My heart broke in the bitter-sweet way that mothers' hearts do when they are confronted with their  babies' little things when their babies are no longer babies.

Our dear friends Kate and Mike are 37 weeks pregnant and we couldn't be more thrilled for them.  I am grateful to them for letting us be such a part of their preparations for the arrival of the their baby.  Tonight as we were unfolding and folding the little baby things, I was reminded of a poem by Dr. Jeanne Walker, a mentor of mine.  This is from her collection Coming into History:

Poem To Say To a Child While Folding His Outgrown Clothing

While you were still unborn

our friends brought, one by one

the clothes their children had worn:

blankets, a tie gown.

And because we were unable

to find you anywhere

we pulled you from the pockets,

we stitched a fable

of a baby yet unborn.

When you finally came

we dressed you in those clothes.

All winter they were kind.

Now I fold the clothes away,

a legacy refined.

Someone else's child

may briefly take his turn.

For parents, now, who wait,

imagining new faces,

I will enumerate

the children whose graces

became your warmest jacket:

Elizabeth and Melissa,

Patrick, Andrew, Kate

wore these clothes once.

Teddy, Bess, and Ethan.

And may their loveliness

wherever these clothes are worn

shield against loss

and pass to those unborn.