I thought Abigail was in bed going to sleep. I was wrong. She was busy composing, and just brought down the fruits of her labor. May I present a poem by my daughter Abigail, age 7 (reproduced as accurately as possible).
people are commy to Dine with us,
and evrywon is in a rush.
evrywon is glad were here,
evrywon sees the watter is shiny clere.
the wine is very yummy,
I want to fill my tummy.
the tukey is big and fat,
the turtey** is nice and flat.
the fruit is very good,
I should try some evreywon would.
the salled has lots of fruit inside,
evreywon dosint set food aside.
theirs lots of rice,
and oh the cake was very nice.
** Editor’s note: I had her clarify this word. It is ‘tortilla’.
Last night, Abigail and I went to an informal father-daughter event for the first graders at her school. While the daughters played together, the men made some tentative plans regarding something the others referred to as “camping”… it involves tents or some such. Then we had a fun activity involving everyone, followed by some informal hanging out among the fathers and more playing for the girls.
Much of that playing involved this fantastic trampoline that had one of those nets fully enclosing it that more or less turned the whole thing into a bounce house. Right about the time I was wrapping up a last conversation and getting ready to extract Abigail, I heard a terrific scream that immediately transitioned into hysterical wailing. I ran for the trampoline… isn’t it odd how you can immediately recognize you own child’s scream?
Abigail had severely twisted her ankle, was in significant pain, and couldn’t bear any weight on the bad foot. I got her home where we treated her with Ibuprofen and ice and finally managed to get her asleep in bed. Today, at Tricia’s prodding (as I thought the ankle was improving quickly), I took Abigail to her pediatrician. From there, I was thankfully able to get in directly with an ortho specialist. We arrived home around 5:30 pm with Abigail sporting a new “shoe”.
Turns out she had done some minor damage to the growth plate on the end of a bone (i.e. she had a minor break). The good news, the very good news, is that it is a walking cast, and she is getting around great.
Abigail was examing a plastic cup tonight from Chili’s that featured the “Pepper Pals”. She noticed that each member of the band had a name printed beside them and, with a bit of help from me, read them: Sunny, Chip, Pepper, and Hal. Then she says:
“Oh, maybe Pepper likes peppers. And maybe Sunny likes sunny, sunshine. And Chips likes chips. And maybe Hal likes hell.”
This past Monday morning Jay and I had an experience that is poignant in the lives of most parents: our oldest started Kindergarden! The entire family accompanied Abigail down to school to attend opening chapel with all the other students, and their moms, dads, brothers, and sisters. After walking Abigail to her new class, we said goodbye. Abigail was very happy to settle down into her seat and begin work with her seven other classmates.
And being a proud Mom, I have to tell you just what a super job she did in the morning getting ready for her big day. In honor of starting Kindergarden, we presented Abigail with a very sweet and girlie Hello Kitty clock that has both an alarm and a radio. We taught her how to use it and so, when her alarm rang at 6:15 she turned it off, switched to her classical station, made her bed and got dressed, all by herself. This from the little girl who is most definitely NOT a morning person.
Given school is a bit of a drive from where we live, we are going to be keeping a rather early morning schedule, but everything went well on our first day. We actually arrived at school 20 minutes before start time so it did not feel at all frantic.
When we picked her up after school, Abigail reported happily, “I love it there!” She seems to have had a fantastic day and is looking forward to her big year of Kindergarden. Here is a picture of Abigail on her first day of school, with her new teacher, aptly named Mrs. Newsome! And here are some more photos of our day.
We are all very excited about the start of Abigail’s scholastic journey and pray she will have a wonderful experience this first year.
For devotions tonight, we sang “O, For a Thousand Tongues” and read a short devotional written by Joni Ericsson Tada. Afterwords, Abigail began asking about heaven, and whether Joni would be able to run again. This lead to a discussion on our passage to heaven after death versus the later resurrection of our bodies… at least, that’s where I thought I was going when Abigail piped up:
Abigail: “After we get our new bodies in heaven, will Jesus still be able to run more faster than us?”
Jay: “Quite frankly, Abigail, I’m not exactly sure how fast Jesus can run.”
Abigail: “Faster than lightning!”
If you are wanting an explanation, you’re in luck, because we did too. After recovering a bit, Tricia asked: “What makes you think he can run faster than lightning?”
Abigail: “Daddy told me. He said he made the lightning.”
And there you have it.
Our eldest has learned a very useful skill the past month: how to make her own sandwich. Her favorite way to enjoy lunch these days involves her pulling the stepstool up to the kitchen counter where she concocts one of her peanut butter and jelly creations. The interesting thing though about Abigail’s sandwiches is that she doesn’t stop with mere peanut butter and jelly. Feeling the need for a little something more between her two slices of bread, she experiments each time with a new ingredient. So far, she’s added various types of crackers, potato chips, chinese noodles and marshmallows (at different times, not together in the same sandwich!!). She wanted to try chocolate chips one day, but I thought that was taking it a bit too far.
I am truly enjoying seeing her creativity at work, and those of you like me, with several young children at home will I’m sure concur with my amazement and delight over her being able to prepare her own lunch every once in a while!!
We spent much of today swimming with a large group of friends at one of the friend’s pool. What fun it was!! Though I applied sunscreen liberally to our children twice during our visit, Abigail still got a bit pink around the shoulders. So, this evening after I bathed the kids, I slathered her with after-sun lotion. As I was applying the lotion she said to me,
“You’re a cool Mommy.”
I had to ask, “Why do you say that?”
“Because you take care of me! That’s why I like you!”
Now, how can I argue with such high praise??
Jay and I had a conversation with Abigail yesterday morning that made us giggle. By way of explanation, although most of you who know me call me “Tricia”, my given name is “Patricia”, and it’s what I went by almost exclusively until around age 12.
Abigail: Mommy, what was your name when you were a little girl?
Tricia: The same as it is now.
A: But what was your name?
T: Most people called me “Patricia”.
A: Daddy, what was your name when you were a little boy?
Jay: You know what my name is, Abigail.
A: Oh. So when you were a very little boy, your name was “PaJay”.
This past Saturday we had the privilege of helping Abigail to celebrate her 5th birthday with a first: a “Friends” party!! Twelve little princesses joined her for food, festivities and frolicking about in royal style. It was a grand time and I could not have done it without the help of some very capable family members who gave generously of their time to assist!
We encouraged Abigail to participate both in the planning and execution of her party: she chose the theme, food, cake flavor and design and insisted upon having a pinata: a pink unicorn, of course! She even labored alongside me on the most time-consuming part of the party prep: painting the many little wooden boxes a most princessy shade of pink! At the party the girls decorated their “treasure boxes” with many “jewels”. This was a very popular activity.
My mother came into town two days before the big event to help in any way she could. She watched children, blew up balloons, helped me set up and clean up everything, did most of the cake herself and generally was just a wonderful help and encouragement to me through the process. Aunt Sandra, being the tall one in the family, hung balloons and streamers with great care and even decorated our drawbridge, which I have not one picture of, I am sorry to say! The drawbridge came courtesy of Mark Peck and was quite a hit with the little princesses! Thank you Mark!!
On the day of the party, King Jay did a beautiful job as master of ceremonies, and thankfully took it upon himself to direct the pinata breaking part. Those little girls were quite ferocious with the unicorn! While Jay had fun swinging the pinata around, my Mom and sister frantically pnut buttered and jellied over 25 heart shaped little sandwiches, filled umpteen princess glasses with lemonade over and over (princesses get very thirsty it seems) and generally helped out in any way they could. Thanks, ladies…you did a super job!
Thanks to the Pecks who babysat Jonathan for us and to the Hornes who kept Nicolas over at their place and out of trouble! Thanks also to Jennifer who drove all the way from Minco to deliver Princess Evangeline to the party. We were so glad to have her here to help celebrate.
Most wonderful of all was the look of delight on Abigail’s face as she enjoyed her very special day. She behaved beautifully throughout the festivities and several times hugged me joyfully as she exclaimed, “I am SO EXCITED for my Princess party!” We enjoyed this event immensely ourselves, though I think it will be a couple years before I undertake anything so grand again! If you still have time left after reading my longwinded entry, please enjoy some of our pictures from the party.