Thursday, July 25, 2013 little one kills me...not literally!!

We climbed a parental mountaintop the other day...having a successful overnight stay at Aunt Miss's house. There had been one previous attempt that ended up unsuccessful with a panic filled call at ten forty-five p.m. It started with whimpering, then "Where's Mommy?", then a couple of soothing attempts, and then finally the call. But this time...right through the night..what a big girl she is. So much so that she totally blew me off when I went to pick her up the next day at lunch; sunglasses on, rolling luggage packed, she looked as if she were headed to LAX for her first shopping spree on Melrose. I left there depressed, thinking how quickly my little girl was growing up and how she didn't need me anymore.

Fortunately the next night all became well again. Senia Mae and I were tossing the ball around together after I got home from work, chumming up before she goes to bed and I felt that warmness that fills my heart when we have those special moments. A few minutes later she comes into our bedroom with an armful of stuffed animals (the whole slew of bedtime buddies required for a full night's sleep) and her nighttime sip-pie cup. I knew what this routine was but wanted to ask anyway.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Bringing my animals in so we can all go to bed.", she said matter of factly, as if I should already know.

"Well there's not enough room in here for me, you, all of your animals, and mommy Kim. The bed is just not big enough for all of us." I said my words thinking that my rationale would coerce her back into her own room for the night. No.

"That's o.k, Mama. Mommy Kim can just sleep on the couch!"

I nearly died with laughter and suddenly all was right with the world again.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A speech therapist...I don't think so!

The Paceleys have a unique glitch in their recessive gene pool: many of them are blessed with extend-a-tongues. Most often this gene is limited to frogs and cows, somehow it has cross pollenated into the Paceley DNA. This allows them to be able to touch their noses with their tongues, entertaining the young and old with their uncanny capabilities. One of the drawbacks, though, is that the long tongue has little place to go when making the “s” sound and often the toddlers are a little lispy in their beginning trials of communication. One of the aunts even had to have her tongue trimmed because it didn’t fit all the way into her mouth.

Senia Mae has the Paceley extend-a-tongue and proudly touches her nose as she burrows her brows making sure the whole moment is being properly captured by her audience. She must have recently overheard us talking about lispy vocabulary, because as of late she has turned her “s” sounds into more of a “sch” sound in front of words like “schwing” or “schwim” or “schweet”. We don’t correct her because it is just so darn cute.

Yesterday at lunch we got back to the house and Senia Mae says, “Mommy my belly hurts”. She is at the phase right now where she says things she hears on television even though she does not necessarily understand exactly what they mean. The previous statement is a perfect example of this.

I replied, “Why does your belly hurt?”

“It just does” she said.

“What do you think would make it feel better?”

“Schwimming in the lake, right now!”