Wiener (dog)

Dear Biscuit & Sparkly Watermelon,
Today is St. Patrick's Day. It is also the day you very seriously asked me, "Mama, what is a wiener?"

After frantically running through your classmates in my head, trying to figure out who said this word at school today, I started to define "slang word" to you. You listened as I gave innocuous examples. You seemed to understand the concept.

I hesitantly explained that wiener was slang for hotdog, hoping that would end this line of questioning for now. This took me at least 5 minutes which is a month in preschooler time.

After this you seemed exasperated. "No, Mama! I MEAN. WHAT
(Speaking as though I'm obviously not getting it)
IS
A
WIENER








DOG?"

Seriously?!? Whew! I was ready to call your school.

Although not quite this mature, we've been having more and more conversations about "growing up"- both positive things (going to big kid school, "best" friends) and those that are not so fun (managing a spat with a friend, dealing with a friend who hurts you). It's difficult to navigate sometimes, providing guidance and a good example while also letting you experiment on your own; allowing room for you to succeed (or fail) on your own while providing a safe place to land. For me, finding this balance has been the toughest part of being your parent. I know there are much more challenging things to come, and I will probably make every mistake in the parenting playbook.

Maybe we can be a safe place to land for each other?

All my love,
Mama

Le weekend

Dear Biscuit & Sparkly Watermelon,
We had lots of sisterly love this weekend. First it was art museum time.




Yes, that's the big girls walking away from you in the lawn.

Matching Irish shirts from your Irish Magia to ring in March on Saturday.
















Uh oh







Yes, magic Papa not only got her to wear denim, but denim overalls!!!










Our blue bird house went up, dirt in the garden was tilled (thanks Papa), and Biscuit's first love (Simeon) had a costume 5 year old birthday party.







Here's your big sister as Fancy Nancy, debuting her hair and costume on the stairs with Crutchy, her dog.










I LOVE pig tails!!




A gift for Simeon










Fancy Nancy and Alice in Wonderland (aka her best bud, Isabelle).




One more time with the pigtails.




Lots of blanching, chopping and baking was the end of our weekend (we can't keep up with the awesome Produce Boxes). They go by way too quickly.

All my love,
Mama

That's God's job

Dear Biscuit & Sparkly Watermelon,




We ate Chinese take out this evening from our favorite spot in Wake Forest (Panda King on Rogers Rd and no, not you Sparkly, you were in bed).

Biscuit hogged all the fortune cookies asking what all her fortunes meant.

When she got, "you are the master of every situation," I explained it.

Pensive silence.

Then her reply: "That can't be. That's God's job. And Jesus's. Yeah."




Apropos, as we begin Lent this week. Thanks Chinese fortune cookie.

All my love,
Mama