I miss them so much I'm going to make you all relive them with me.
I've decided that Mondays will be dedicated to posts about the days of old.
Because today is Monday.
Anyone who has read this blog for more than a week knows I don't think ahead and plan!
Will it be every Monday?
No clue. I told you I just thought of this idea today!
Shoot, I'm posting this at 11:00 on Monday night. Clearly this has not been thought through.
If you need a plan, plan on at least once a month.
Today, for the inaugural Monday Memory, I give you the story about my little girl that got this whole things started...
Buttercup has always been a smart, independent girl.
When she was 6 months old, she learned to crawl. Unlike all of my boys, who never wanted to leave the room I was in, she would crawl off to the playroom to amuse herself.
When she was a year old, she never spoke, so I assumed she couldn't. And then I found her sitting behind a chair with a picture book. Each time she turned the page, she would point to the photo and say what the picture showed. "Dog. Ball. Block..." That sort of thing.
When she was three, I discovered her sitting on the couch, each of her younger brothers on either side of her. She was "reading" a book to them. I didn't think anything of it at first, assuming it was a book we had been reading a lot lately. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a book we hadn't read in months. And she was reading it word for word.
I tested her by giving her another book.
She read it.
I tested her further by showing her the cover of a magazine I had just gotten in the mail that day.
She read every single word on that cover.
When she was three.
From that point on, she never stopped reading.
While I was glad that she enjoyed reading so much, as she got older, it made life a little more difficult. Nevermind finding chapter books on her reading level that were appropriate for a 5 year old. Going through the grocery checkout lane (full of horrible magazine covers) with a kindergartener who can sound out unfamiliar words made me a quick study in distraction.
When she was five, Buttercup received a princess nightgown for Christmas. Oh was she excited for bed that night! Immediately after finishing her dinner, she ran upstairs to put it on.
Five minutes later, she came downstairs, wearing old pajamas, crying harder than I had seen her cry in a long time. She didn't even cry that hard when she pulled her elbow out of socket.
It took us a few minutes to calm her down enough to even find out what was wrong.
Through her sobs, she moaned, "I...can't...wear...my...new...pajamaaaaaaaaas! They...fit...loosely...and if I wear them...I'll...catch...fiiiiiiire!"
She honest to goodness thought she was going to spontaneously burst into flames if she wore them to bed.
It took me a second, but the answer finally dawned on me.
On her new nightgown was a tag.
And Buttercup had read it.
"For child's safety, garment should fit snugly.
This garment is not flame resistant.
Loose-fitting garment is more likely to catch fire."
We'll save the post about really stupid legislation for another time and another series.
Have a lovely day!