Friday, February 10, 2017

Like Listening to a K-Track

Sometimes Abe turns on classical music when doing his homework. I love it when he does -- not only because it seems an a-typical sort of thing for a teenage boy to do, but because it inevitably makes me think of my dad. As an author and an English professor, he was very often in his upstairs “office” (next to the attic in my parents’ home) grading papers or writing; and always always there was classical music playing on the radio next to him. I like a little piece of my growing up happiness transferring its way unexpectedly into these grown up years of raising children.

Speaking of Abe, the other day he was boasting away about the number of planks and sit-ups he’d recently done. Unfortunately, nobody was paying much attention. Upon realizing how little response his accomplishments were eliciting, he added, “And then! I bench-pressed my bed 500 times!” His claims continued to go unnoticed by all but me. Still, if not properly appreciating his earlier feats, I did, at least, laugh appropriately at his falsely claimed one.

Also, for no reason that I can think of (except maybe that he has been quietly contemplating turning us to a life of crime?), Mike recently told our kids he was going to start occasionally yelling, “Hide! The po-po are coming!”

We all had a good laugh over both Mike using that term and his suggesting that we might need to practice hiding from the police.

“Well,” Mike said, “some families probably do have to practice that.”

“Yah,” Abe agreed. “Like the family that used to live in our house.”

And then we all really had a good laugh because the prior owners of our home were in fact involved in illegal activity. As they say: “It’s funny ‘cause it’s true.”

In other news:

-- Mette has had an unfortunate resurgence in toilet interest – swishing her hands in the bowl or filling it with an entire unwound roll of toilet paper any chance she gets. Also, she will give almost no attention to any toy or show and mostly prefers to cling to my leg and sob at the most inopportune times (like while I’m nursing Hans and making dinner all at once); but, her vocabulary is exploding. Every day she says new things that none of us knew she could say, and, there is something so rewarding and fun about that, that it makes up for an abundance of bathroom mess and leg-clinging whining. Or nearly anyway. (One problem we have however is that she has learned that adding “please” to any request greatly increases her chance of getting whatever she is after. Alas, she often just repeatedly begs “Please! PLEEEEASE!” without any of us having the slightest clue what she is begging for despite our best attempts to unravel the mysterious [and polite] requests.)


-- Penny (age 9) has officially passed Goldie (age 12) in height. I suppose I knew that my children wouldn’t always stay -- lined up from oldest to youngest – in a downward slope of perfectly corresponding heights, but I can’t quite get it straight in my head and continue to buy larger sizes in clothing for Goldie than for Penny.


-- Jesse recently made a “rock tumbler” out of an old can and some string and blue tape (always blue tape) and various parts that might smooth a rock. He attached it to his bunk bed and will occasionally be heard shaking it vigorously when he should be sleeping.


-- Daisy is currently playing (on the piano) all these K-Track songs. (Like this one here.) I don’t know what on earth they are or why they are all called K-Tracks, but when she plays them, I feel, oddly, like I am years beyond the moment I’m in –- looking back fondly and tearfully at the beauty and chaos of what my life has been. I’ve told her she should probably play them any time she notices me getting grumpy or stressed to help me look at loud, messy children, dinner-time clean-up, and bedtime madness as . . . beauty. Also, today she has been sending me various texts fretting over which class she should take for her final credit for . . . HIGH SCHOOL next year. I’m just . . . I’m really raising teenagers now. And I like it. They’re funny and they’re clever and they stay up late with Mike and I – laughing or watching various things, and . . . they play pretty music. (Though they are rather difficult to get in a picture!)


And, to end, a few recent pictures I managed to upload from my camera during a lucky spell of three babies napping (these first feet being . . . Summer’s, followed by a rogue Hans foot that escaped from its blanket.)



Kara said...

Just beautiful. All of it. Can I download some of your perspective and calmness into me? My children do not deserve the mother they have...

Marilyn said...

Your Daisy is just so lovely.

I like hearing these little snippets. It's so interesting to me how each family has its own character, its own sort of humor, its own little ways things work. Even though all the kids are so different---still, there's something collective there. I love seeing glimpses of that.

Oh, and the frustrated mysterious "please"-ing!! We're getting that all the time too!

Nancy said...

Oh Kara! You have and feel those same things. It's just that for both of us putting them into practice is so much harder! Twice last week alone I was crying at my bed after having failed miserably in being patient and calm with my kids! Here is a cool quote from Elder Soares that I came across one of those nights. I really love it:

"Sometimes in our daily efforts to become more Christlike, we find ourselves repeatedly struggling with the same difficulties. It is as if we are climbing a tree-covered mountain. At times we don’t see our progress until we get closer to the top and look back from the high ridges. Please don’t be discouraged."

It was such a good visual for me. We keep seeing the same trees and struggling with the same weaknesses, but all the while, more and more HAS been added to our plates, more babies, more worries, more responsibility. And we are climbing and improving. More than I think we realize.

And don't you believe that about your kids deserving a better mom for one second! I know how fiercely you love them and how hard you try and try again. I know my mom felt that constantly -- that we deserved so much better. But coming to that woman was and is one of my grandest blessings!

Nancy said...

I love that! And I hadn't thought of it that way, but you're right! There is something -- a feel or vibe -- about a family unit and the humor, interactions, etc there. I like that.

Kara said...

Thank you, my friend. *hug* needed that! Wise words. From both of you. 😊😊

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