.....fell asleep twice today rocking 3 and his belly ache...probably would have been an invigorating nap, except 2 has decided it is her vigilent duty to awaken 3, any time she discovers him sleeping. While working vigorously, to complete a diaper change without incidence, I look up because of the sound of distant chatter,...continual light-hearted, uncomprehensible....but definitely chatter. As I look up, there is 2, my cell phone to her ear, walking around....having a very meaningful make-believe conversation....I retrieved my phone. Upon the beginning of the next diaper change....I know this had to be the thought that ran through her head: Finally, now is my chance, I saw her put that thing she enjoys holding to her ear, and talking, I saw her put it in her pocket...and I know when she is trying to unwad brothers legs, and wiggle that diaper on before he sprays her again...that is my best chance...if I can just get in and out of the pocket, I can have all that fun she seems to, before she even notices. Well I caught her and the phone, as she was taking the third step away, I put it back in the pocket....Undaunted, she went straight into plan B, I was really impressed, at how well she had thought this out. Plan B: Gather quickly as many small toys littering the floor, and put as many small toys in Lee-Lees pocket...with the phone, as quickly as possible, while diapering is still acting as a distraction. As soon as pocket is full of toys...act like I need the toy back out, and go for the phone leaving the toys in its place. I was so proud at the amount of thought and planning, that went into this, I would have given her the phone, if I didnt need it so badly, and given my history of bad luck with phones, couldnt afford to take the chance. Out of desperation, I have been taking 2 out with me to smoke, because its not worth it, the amount of messes she can create, if left unattended long enough to quickly suck down a cig. Anyway, we stepped out on the porch, I lit up, she stepped to the edge of the porch....and spit, walked to the other side...spit again....to the front...and spit again....at first, I thought she had something unpleasant in her mouth...then she looked up at me and grinned.....at about the moment, I was exhaling...and a habit Ive had for about 2 years, since God told me to quit smoking...and I cant stand the taste in my mouth, it has become such a habit, I am unaware I do it most of the time...but I exhale....and spit....then my mind wound back to her....pacing back and forth with my phone to her ear.....this really is a learning experience for me.....if she is going to be my mimic....as I have noticed her talking more and repeating my words, I want to do something absolutely outstanding, and see if she can master it....man.....I love this job, I love these kids. I love their momma, and their Auntie Jay-Jay, I love watching the girls grow, becoming independent, confident, self-relient....I dont know how to explain it but with the two, it is like a team pulling a cart, the compliment each other, and push each other....and each because partly of their love for the other, is becoming more complete. I spoke with Abbys mom yesterday, explained Red Legacy, to her, and she in agreement with me, we had our chance, and we know they wont listen to us, but if we believe its in there, and can be gotten out, our shot for our kids future....hand them over to Angelee, she (because they arent her kids) will get it out of them. You know, it says volumes, when people admit they screwed it up, and its broke...but even broke its still delicate and fragile, and even as much as it means to us, we know we cant fix it, but can calmly and confidently hand it over to Angelee....just something to think about. Thank you.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 06:15:00 +0000
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