The Funny Girl

One of the best parts of being a parent of small children is being able to recount the hilarity that comes with said territory (and not really embarrass them). I haven’t told perhaps any Cecelia stories here on my blog. Perhaps we are just now getting to the truly funny stuff though?

Cecelia is now two and a half. She melts our hearts on a regular basis with her friendliness, her warmth, her sing-song way of talking and walking and her general joyfulness. She loves her brothers SO much and they feel the same way about her. She and her eldest brother, Cooper, have a loving relationship probably typical of a really older brother (7 years her senior). He picks her up, holds her, dances with her in his arms; he loves to push her in the swings or help her ride her bike. He reads stories to her, helps her and is 100% on her side, loyal to her every whim. Chase on the other hand? He and she have a bit of a different relationship.

Chase is only 3 years older than Cecelia. While it’s a good amount of space between them, it’s also close enough that they enjoy playing with one another a lot more than she and Cooper (who are interested in totally opposite things). Chase will sometimes be the helpful, loving brother who gets something out of reach for Cecelia or plays make believe with her (especially house/kitchen etc). However, he GREATLY delights in lording things over her. There is a little too much joy in his face when he sees her doing something wrong/out of place. He will happily snatch something away from her, play keep-away with her most beloved blanket or baby doll, and generally tease/torment her according to how he’s feeling that day. And while she screams and fusses at him, he just smiles at her impishly.

I’m still surprised that she even wants to play with him or is happy to see him after the way he treats her. But each day it’s Chase she asks me about. It’s Chase she say’s goodbye to over and over and over when we drop him off for school. It’s Chase she can’t wait to see when we go to pick the boys up from school and it’s Chase she begs to play with her once the boys are home.

Lately though, she’s putting together much more complicated, full sentences. She’s able to express herself not just in action but also in word; and Chase is getting an earful. When we were in Iowa visiting our friends recently, we had spent a full morning playing at a splash park and having a picnic. A storm started to move in and it was getting late in the afternoon, so we decided to head back to the lake house. We changed the kids clothes and loaded them up in the car to head back. As we were driving Chase (who sits in the way back all by himself for many reasons), began making really annoying sounds with his mouth. They got pretty loud and obnoxious and just as I was about to tell him to stop the shenanigans, Cecelia, who had up to this point been quietly sucking her fingers and cuddling her blanket, pushed her hand out flat as if to show a sign for stop and exclaimed, “Stop! Stop it Chasey! I am so tired, I’m sleeping!”.

Jeremy and I stifled hysteric laughter. We looked back at Cecelia and she had again resumed her previous position. And Chase? He was actually quiet!

Our funny Cecelia in her most favorite jammies
Our funny Cecelia in her most favorite jammies with her friend, Nora

November 6

Today I am grateful for my kids. Each of them bring their own special light to my life. Their antics crack me up more than I can count in the course of a day. They challenge me not to take life or myself too seriously-a challenge I desperately need daily.

This morning they were all up early; before 6:30 am. The boys first, then Cecelia. They were loud and wrestling around right from the start. They laughed their ways through breakfast and wrestled all over the house. The giggling and squeals of delight, the questions and thoughts spoken aloud, all before I took one drink of coffee. I can’t remember what they said today, frankly. I just remember thinking it was really funny. That’s what pre-coffee mommy brain does to you.

Then today when I went to wake Cecelia up, I found her in her crib with her shirt and one sock off and fast asleep. What in the world?! How did she even get her shirt off? And why? It was a hilarious sight to walk in on.

We ran to the store today to pick up a few things I neglected to get at my last trip to the store. An elderly couple was behind me in line and my boys were in rare form. Frankly, they were being just boisterous enough to be cute and garner the attention of many, but not enough to be annoying or get dirty looks. It’s a fine line really. But this elderly couple had 3 children also; 2 boys and a girl (who are now in their early 50’s and late 40’s)and chatted with me about how they remember with great joy the years we are in right now. It was fun to hear their story and see their faces light up at the sight of my silly little kiddos. Cecelia talked and talked to the woman while the man just beamed at her.

As life has been a bit tough and discouraging lately, these moments truly make me feel richly blessed. I am so grateful for the way the kids take my mind off of the serious parts of adult life. They keep me laughing and thinking and praying. Topics up for discussion today with the boys included: heaven, death, farting, ninjas, their birthdays, Christmas, rental cars, my grandparents -their great grandparents, cookies, growing up and Indians, just to name a few.

These kiddos are indeed great gifts to me. I am so grateful for their little lives and for the people they are growing and becoming.