Playing Catch(up)

The way Lucy felt standing at wave’s break when she realized it was, in fact, too cold to go swimming just like Mama had suggested was how I felt when my hard drive crashed.
My computer had some memory relapse to early 2009 and anything and everything since had been lost in translation. It appears to be alright and I’m now only making every other day calls to Apple. I’m very thankful for my Time Capsule. Anyway, I’m making up for lost time with avery long post.

In Spring’s final weeks, we watched Betty graduate Preschool. Montessori has been so good to her; I’ll miss it. There, she’s navigated knowledge into bits of interests I never thought she’d chew.
The things I’m going to miss most about the work I do at school, um, woodworking, erupting volcanoes, learning about space and atmosphere, and drawing machines.

Throughout the past year, her new knowledge would seep out through conversations.

If you rearrange the letters I and O in Olive it spells I Love.

A while back we watched a movie where a little girl wished upon a star.
Silly girl, said Betty during the movie, that isn’t a falling star – it’s a meteor entering the atmosphere.
And how she laughed.
As parents it’s so easy to show them our own loves. Obviously, I have her cook, sew, knit, draw. When Betty was a babe I was so passionate about Home Schooling, akin to the early experiences I had in The Bahamas, but this environment has shown me the strength in varied experience and influence. Here, she could walk through the door and have the tools to be, reallybe. I’ll miss this safe space for her next year, and welcome it for her sisters in the years to come.
Betty is officially a Kindergartner and is already set to move right along into her dress design career. She’s obsessed with

the parts that make up a whole human

when she draws.

I have a weak spot for vintage cowboy shirts and The Jesus Chords rocked Roche a while back. Olive’s tiny toes were tappin‘. We attended this fundraiser for a friend of a dear friend, an islander, who was diagnosed with cancer. Although the money raised won’t mend the broken hearts that swarm around her in her final months, it sure is a testament to the generous outpouring of endless kindness found on our shoreline.

Olive perfected the art of rolling and scooting through a door, under our piano and into our dog’s slumbering side. She’s quite pleased with herself moving about, emptying Kleenex boxes and pet food bowls.
She’s enamored with wooden spoons; I’m fond of her in the chicken shirt I wore as a baby. And if you really know Lucy, you know she’s obsessed with these cow pants and is just tickled pink to see baby sister in similar duds.

Montana Grandma and Grandpa drove West at June’s start and with them came Luke’s Grandpa’s 1966 Ford pickup. We have big plans for the truck. One: the girls rebuilding the engine and driving it throughout high school. Two: a date night, parked at South Beach with take-out burgers and shakes. It’s pretty easy to tell which little dream is mine and which is Luke’s.
It was wonderful to have company, help – family. The girls loved having ones around who’ll drop anything for a board game, a story, a bear hug.
We ate at an incredible Syrian restaurant with expansive ferry views. I can see why so many people vacation here. And, oh yeah, I live here. Lucky, lucky us.

When goodbye waves begin our ladies learn time and time again Grandparents are the hardest to see go.

We had the season’s first beach brunch picnic with buckets and babies. It was so nice to travel a mile to hang with some spectacular mamas, and the kids had a blast in driftwood forts and low tide puddles.
Jackson’s Beach began all gray with a foggy chill until the magic eleven o’clock hour.

Olive was mesmerized with the day’s new blue. She sat happily beside her special buddy – a pal formed in utero while us mamas lamented pregnancy comments from strangers and feelings of ready-beyond-belief discomforts. We, too, shared joys of first kicks, heartbeats heard, and first touch of baby, finally, in arms from hospital beds. The way this friendship formed is really serendipitious . Our first names are the same, our dads live in Florida and, oh, our due dates were 11-11.

How I love when babies laugh so hard that breath gets lost for a tiny bit and sounds end with a faint exhaled ahhhhh. The biggest sighs of joy come from babes, for sure.

These two nearly keeled over from giggles felt whole.
I adore Kaden’s hat because, well, I made it. He rocks it like a good Washington apple.
Seriously though, it makes me chuckle because my third trimester fingers were so chubby when I knit it that the leaf took just as long as the hat. Bulky weight yarn, maybe, doesn’t belong on size 4 needles whether you’re pregnant or not.

The Dance Happy performance made me so happy. Betty and her best guy pal had been official “helpers” all season and got to perform with the babes of Creative Dance. Lucy has recently developed a large group phobia and turns to burying her head into my knee’s back, asking to return home, so we weren’t sure if she’d get up on the theatre’s main stage.

When it was Lucy’s stage-front turn for her solo, she shyly turned away from the audience until Betty offered her hands for support in twirls, twists and giggly boogie woogies.

Of course I was a teary mess video taping the dancing duo. It’s just so darn heartwarming to see these two bond in sister friendship. Oh, what fun they had!

Betty was also a Zebra Girl for a Jazz and Zap performance. The backstage costume change was a bit tricky, but she had a blast with her buddies and it all made the yearly week after week commitment worthwhile.

We went off Island to hang with friends and family. It had been since Christmas since our girls had seen their Whidbey Island buddies. We met at a playground in Spring’s full sun for climbing and sliding fun.

It was awesome to hear the girls who’ve been pals since birth discuss lost teeth, favorite books and silly playground-song lyrics.
And since I was present at this little boy’s birth, he forever holds a place in my heart. It’s always great to see him.
Olive and her cousin Wyatt are five weeks apart and performing pretty much the same baby tricks. Endlessly, we watched them scoot, roll and smile. Lucy was beside herself. She both giggly and repeatedly said:

I love babies; babies are so silly. I’m you’re big sister and big cousin!

I was a baby once, you know.

When good friendship spans near a decade and children learn and blossom alongside one another we melt into one big family and beats are never skipped when reunited for play.

Paige played peek-a-boo with her new baby, while moments later her mama slipped into the roll of mainland Auntie.
Oh, how I love sharing my loved ones with loved ones.

And on the ferry ride home in a car filled to the brim with supplies we passed the time with snacks, silly knock-knock jokes and, my favorite, trying to get Olive to say, Mama.

Lucy asked me why I want Mama to be her first word she first said Dog and Betty said Book.
Well, I haven’t yet had a baby that said Mama as a first, second or third word, so I guess this is my last opportunity, I said.
Oh, said Lucy.
Now when ever I leave the room, I hear a silent and repeated Lucy, Lucy, Lu-Cee, come on Olive, say Lu-Cee…
I guess it’s her chance, too.
For now, we’ll take Olive’s giggles and coos and patiently wait for the first word.


Post a Comment

Your email is never shared. Required fields are marked *