Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Sand in our shoes
The girls had been in their cribs for half an hour last night when I heard Clara calling, "Mama! Mama!" I went in and saw her sitting up in her crib, touching her hair. "My hair care! We forgot hair!" She has watched me apply various hair care products to my hair after showering and decided recently that she, likewise, needs them. So I got her out of the crib and into the bathroom. She held out her palm, and I splupped some mousse for curl enhancement (who comes up with these things?) on it. "Just a little bit," she cautioned. I helped her rub it into her hair, and then put her back in her crib and she drifted off to dreamland, looking good.
Margaret's hair is so curly that she needs no enhancement. But sometimes she, too, holds out her palm, expecting a splup. Mama shares all.
We went to the beach a couple of weeks ago, to a friend's wonderful house on Litchfield Beach, near Georgetown, S.C. Clara and Margaret were thrilled with the whole setup. The hammock on the porch. The teak porch furniture where we ate our meals. Having Tio, my brother Mark, all to themselves for a few days. The giant sandbox of the shore. Margaret loved the waves and the water. Clara was a bit frightened. The first day, she had let go of my hand and had slipped on her bottom when a wave came in. For the rest of our vacation, she wouldn't go in the water unless she had climbed onto Mama's shoulders. Or better, and higher, Tio's.
A few days after we got home, Gene showed them the video of them seeing the ocean for the first time. It ended badly, the video did, with Clara falling in the water. A few seconds into viewing it, Clara shouted, "Oh, no! Be careful, Clara! No fall!" and she was literally on the edge of her highchair as the video continued to show her running down the boardwalk to the sand. When she saw herself fall down, Clara burst into tears, and said, "Oh, no! Clara fall down!"
Gene had the brilliant idea of reversing the video. "See?" I said. "Clara got up. she's all right."
Clara's tears stopped and she said, "Clara okay! Clara get up!"
While she was going through her anxiety spell again, Margaret was laughing the entire time and yelling, "Ocean! Mama, ocean!" We should rename Margaret She-Who-Has-No-Fears. Because she has none.
Margaret's hair is so curly that she needs no enhancement. But sometimes she, too, holds out her palm, expecting a splup. Mama shares all.
We went to the beach a couple of weeks ago, to a friend's wonderful house on Litchfield Beach, near Georgetown, S.C. Clara and Margaret were thrilled with the whole setup. The hammock on the porch. The teak porch furniture where we ate our meals. Having Tio, my brother Mark, all to themselves for a few days. The giant sandbox of the shore. Margaret loved the waves and the water. Clara was a bit frightened. The first day, she had let go of my hand and had slipped on her bottom when a wave came in. For the rest of our vacation, she wouldn't go in the water unless she had climbed onto Mama's shoulders. Or better, and higher, Tio's.
A few days after we got home, Gene showed them the video of them seeing the ocean for the first time. It ended badly, the video did, with Clara falling in the water. A few seconds into viewing it, Clara shouted, "Oh, no! Be careful, Clara! No fall!" and she was literally on the edge of her highchair as the video continued to show her running down the boardwalk to the sand. When she saw herself fall down, Clara burst into tears, and said, "Oh, no! Clara fall down!"
Gene had the brilliant idea of reversing the video. "See?" I said. "Clara got up. she's all right."
Clara's tears stopped and she said, "Clara okay! Clara get up!"
While she was going through her anxiety spell again, Margaret was laughing the entire time and yelling, "Ocean! Mama, ocean!" We should rename Margaret She-Who-Has-No-Fears. Because she has none.
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