A Smattering of Spring
If we mention the pool or swimming, she runs to the back door, rips off her diaper, tries to take off her clothes, and yells, “Pool!” With a mad dash to the pool, she jumps in without fear over and over and over and over again.
If she finds a marker, she starts drawing on the first thing she finds. Fortunately that happens to be her arms and legs and face. So far, the furniture and the walls have yet to become her canvas.
Marbles, balls, blocks, books. She dumps out and digs through and does it again. It’s a race to keep up with her and a race to keep things out of reach and put away. The only way to get her to slow down is to read her a pile of books. We all beg someone else in the family to read her The Wheels On The Bus.
Outside she is chasing baby chicks, riding in her cars, drawing with chalk, sitting on the tractor, or begging for a ride in the stroller.
Shoes. Clothes. Dolls. Bowls. Toothbrushes. Books. They are everywhere all the time.
When she goes to bed, I just want to flop on a bed or a soft surface and stop moving.
And this is just Hannah. We have three more children. They are intensely working on art projects, swimming, reading, rip sticking begging to bake something, begging for another idea for another project, begging for a trip to the park. They are into jewelry making, gluing, lego projects, and their chickens.
I feel like I’m in a continual sense of shock at the intensity and fast forward motion this parenting ride takes us on. We are working on manners, on kindness, on problem solving, on following through, on putting things away, on including others, on asking to offer help, on making sure we are sensitive to others.
And this is just the parenting. It is crazy fun and really fast. One minute I feel like a bad juggler constantly dropping balls, the next I feel like a pro juggling fire sticks. I think I’m too tired to write down stories, but they keep us in the game. These pictures are just a smattering of the spring. Summer is here. The heat is real, and hopefully some stories will find their way here too.
William dancing at the Irish Festival