you may remember me writing about amelia's jandals (or as she refers to them) her 'candles' . . . i was a very unkind mother and allowed her to 'lose' them in a park when they were way too small and left blisters on her feet but she INSISTED on wearing them everywhere. seemed a very appropriate way of teaching her that she should REALLY LISTEN to me (even if i knew bloody well that she would not and was in fact banking on it so we would have a good reason to stop her wearing the jandals - previous attempts at throwing them out had resulted in tears, recriminations, and her hunting through the rubbish to get them back) . . . anyway, as a means of helping her forgive andrew for being in NZ all of the last week for the very very sad farewell to our dear mikayla, i suggested that he might like to take amelia to buy some NEW candles. ones that would fit her. and ones that would NOT hurt her little feet. she jumped at the idea, and off they went. she had a meltdown when he couldn't find the shop though - a frantic flurry of texts and phew - she had her new purple candles. she wore them all afternoon, all evening, and then to bed. yes yes, i know, we are indulgent - but we prefer her going willingly to bed so she can wear whatever she likes to bed, as long as that is where she ends up. she wore them, and duly fell asleep STILL wearing them, on the new miniature pink 'princess' foldout couch katie bought for her last week - wearing shorts and a summer top and a fully buttoned mauve cardigan. at around 2am, she arrived, freezing cold in our bed. she refused to get in her father's side, telling him - 'i am not your fwiend. i am mummy's fwiend. move over mummy, i need some space. . . . . do you like my candles mummy. they are booful, just like yours. . . . . where's my nother candle, can't find it . . . . give me some space please . . .. . . . i can take my candles off can't it? (rustle shuffle wriggle squirm) . . .. . . (wriggle puff pant squirm puff . . . Me: 'what you doing bubba? Her" 'just unbuttoning my cardigan puff pant) . . . . daddy - did you see my candles? (holding them up for him to see in the dark) they are vewwy pwetty aren't they? you did buy them for me . . .. . . . where's my candle gone now? . . . . . . . . .... ... .. . .. . . . . . . . . ' she woke a few times after that, looking for one of the damn things before crashing out properly. andrew woke and got up first, followed my me half an hour later, and we had about 40 minutes on our own before she made noises as well. we both turned to see the tousle-haired rosy cheeked creature open the bedroom door and wander out half asleep, ignoring andrew's outstretched arms and saying 'just have to find my candles' before going into her bedroom to search.
needless to say she wore them to daycare this morning, and will no doubt have to have them surgically removed once she has fully grown out of them. next time we shall buy a replacement pair BEFORE we get rid of these ones.
just a few unique phrases to share: she has taken to wearing her old baby one piece suits with the little snap fasteners under the butt. we call them onesies. she calls them her 'babysitters' (no idea why). she has also taken to getting one of her doll's dummies and likes nothing more than to be wrapped up in one of her baby blankets while she is wearing one of these outfits and sucking on the dummy, making baby noises. i would say it is her most favorite game right now.
marbles are 'meatballs'.
her body wash is her 'woddy bosh' - and she OFTEN spoonerises phrases - quite unaware i think.
the narrative about the going to hospital after being knocked off her bike is continuing, and being embellished richly with each telling.
she takes immense delight in making up stories and fitting us all into them. she very much likes being the mummy while i am either amelia, or katie . . . hellishly funny.
since andrew's return it has been very poignant to watch them together, singing and dancing and playacting (when she is not giving him the death stare for betraying her by going away). i am ever more conscious of how precious indeed it is to have children and how fleeting are these days of wonder and joy that we are now relishing. we have not told her of mikayla's death. it was enough for her that daddy was going to help uncle tim and aunty frankie because they were very very sad. she is so comfortable with open expression of emotions that she never asks WHY anyone is feeling as they do, but accepts merely that they ARE feeling that way. a real gift.
on monday, while the funeral was on, i took her with me to Lone Pine koala sanctuary so we could wander around in the open air and have a peaceful time. she had been inside for the last few days as i was not up to going out much. it was a relief to wander around in the rain and chatter aimlessly about the animals. it was raining, so she held an umbrella up and i got a little soggy - happy to have the rain hiding my tears that came so readily each time i got a text from andrew telling me where the funeral process was up to. it was a joyful but tragic day, and she enjoyed it immensely - untouched by the tragedy unfolding across the tasman.
can't rotate the video sorry, you will have to watch it on its side (hints and instructions on how to rotate it very welcome though)