I was on the couch while the kids were sitting at the table eating dessert. At first they didn’t know I was listening. This was their little conversation.

LT- Goosey, I am so glad I have a sister because sisters can show little brothers all kinds of things.

LG- Well, I am glad I have a little brother.

LT- Why?

LG- I don’t know.

Followed by long silence.

LG- Because he can show me awesome dance moves.

LT- Yeah, I have some really awesome dance moves.

LG- Me too.

LT- But not as good as me.

LG- True. You have the best dance moves.

When they noticed that I was sitting up, listening to them, frantically writing down everything they said, Liam turned to Lydia, giggled, and whispered loudly looking at me from the corners of his eyes, “I’m glad we have a Mommy too, but she doesn’t know all the things.”

Those two melt my heart! I’m glad they have each other too.

I ruined the tea party

So we were having a pretty incredible tea party for family night (Lydia’s pick). Per usual, we were saying some pretty fancy English-tea appropriate things. At one point Liam said “Oh, man, I forgot to hold out my pinky!” And Lydia slurped worse than Papa Great eating soggy bread in a bowl of canned milk. In the mist of all this properness I asked Lydia “What do you find the most delightful about this lovely evening, dear?” To which Jared interjected “YOUR TERRIBLE ENGLISH ACCENT!!!” Although I was highly offended, we all cracked up. Liam laughed so hard he spewed his “Lemon Tea” all over the plate of crumpets. Then he cried and cried because they were wet. And that, my friends, is how the best tea party ever was ruined. Dang my aspirations to be like Princess Kate and my attempt at an English accent. And apparently it was all my fault. “You shouldn’t have made me laugh,” Liam said with a scorn. We really need to work on taking responsibility for one’s actions and missteps instead of blaming it on someone (anyone and everyone) else. No matter what happens, he trips, he falls, he knocks something over, he always crinkles his eyebrows and says something like “You should have helped me” or “You shouldn’t have put that there”. It is usually quite humorous, but it is probably something we should start working on. Because obviously, everyone laughing at my English accent and Liam spewing Lemonade across the room is not all my fault.

Playing in the dirt again

We planted flowers in the front yard last night. Lydia was so into it. She helped me dig holes, put in fertilizer, place plants in, cover them up, and then she watered them (all while getting SOAKED of course). Liam was more interested in playing catch or frisbee with whoever would stop working for a minute to throw with him. Eventually it was just the girls planting and the boys playing. I wouldn’t have it any other way though. The highlight of the evening was when Daddy found a snail in one of the flower beds. They kids played with and inspected him for a while. Liam named him Corbin after his new friend at school even though when I was picking him up on the first day (pre awkward hug) Corbin told me “Liam is my new friend” to which Liam said to me “No, I’m not. I did not make any friends today!” All with a scowl on his face. Sigh. Perhaps we need to discuss friendship skills, I thought to myself.

As I talked to him this week he told me that no one asked him to be friends at school. So we talked about what being a friend is and how he is friends with all of the kids in his class (if they ask him to be friends or not). You don’t need a formal invitation, Buds. Just be kind to everyone. You are three. Everyone is your friend. And today was a better day. He was friends with everyone, just like Goosey.







That time I hugged Liam’s teacher and it was super awkward.

Today was Liam’s first day of preschool. We had no intention of putting him in school this year, but as we were looking for a Pre-K for next year for him we kept coming back to the same school Lydia went to. It just felt right. Well, they only had two spots left and the only way to secure his spot was to enroll him now. So we did. He is going two days a week for just a few hours for the next month or so. This way he will get into the lottery funded Pre-K next year. We were all very concerned about how he would do today. He is very shy and sensitive if Lydia or Madi are not with him. So we did lots of talking about school and what to expect and about how Mommy and Daddy will always come back. He seemed excited. Last night Jared gave Liam a Father’s blessing. We got out a special coin that he can keep in his pocket to touch or hold if he is feeling sad or scared. We tried to teach him how he could keep a prayer in his heart or pray quietly to Heavenly Father any time he was sad or scared at school. He was ready to be so brave. Then Lydia said family prayer and asked “Please bless Liam when he goes to his first day of school tomorrow. Please help him be brave and make new friends. And please let him be happy at school.” We were in tears over her sweet prayer in behalf of her brother. Her words came completely from her heart with no help from Jared or me. She is the sweetest.

Jared dropped Liam off this morning after getting him ready, feeding him breakfast, and helping him color a picture for his teacher. He texted me to let me know that he cried a little when he left which made me need to throw up a little in the middle of my math lesson. I get so nervous for them and feel their pain. I hoped and prayed that he would have a good day. And he did.

I took a half day off work to go pick him up. Nanny will normally pick him up since he gets out before Lydia and I do. But I really wanted to be there to pick him up on his first day. We got there like 35 minutes early to watch him through the one way window. He wasn’t crying, but he was standing off to the side just watching everyone else do circle time. He was not going to be a part of that today. Then they went outside so we went and peeked out a window to watch him. He went down the slide a few times and then followed the teacher around. But at least he wasn’t crying.

When it was finally time for class to end he came out and was excited to see us. Then I totally embarrassed myself. We were walking out of the building and I was standing against the door, holding it open, and I turned to tell his teacher that Nanny will usually be picking him up (just so that it was clear and she didn’t let anyone else take him- because I am paranoid like that). So I told her, and then she reached her arm up kinda behind me and for some crazy reason my brain thought she was comin’ in for a hug or something and before I had a second to think I had both arms wrapped around her waist kinda huntched over hugging this woman that I don’t even know. SHE WAS NOT COMIN’ IN FOR A HUG, Y’ALL, SHE WAS REACHING FOR THE DOOR!!!!! And for some reason when I all awkwardly let go of her and picked my head up off of her shoulder she kinda patted me on the back and said “ohhhhh”, like how unexpected and bless your heart and please don’t touch me again. And something totally must have possessed me because this pat on the back made me go right back in for another. I HUGGED HER AGAIN, Y’ALL, AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY! IT JUST HAPPENED.  It was the most awkward thing I can remember happening. Ever. As I pulled away for the second time, I thought to myself What in the world are you doing???? I turned and walked away, my head hung in complete humiliation. I got to the car and sat there laughing so hard my face hurt. My stomach hurt. It was the ugly laugh ’till you cry and your face looks pretty messed up laugh. My mom and I could not leave the parking lot of at least 15 minutes from laughing. I seriously do not know where to go from here. Do I apologize? Do I ever step foot in that building again? Do I just keep hugging her every time I see her? I am not even a hugger, y’all. I have no idea how this even happened. She probably thinks I am an emotionally fragile hugger lady. I hope she still treats Liam normal. Because I am sure she is like BLESS HER HEART!

At least Liam is young enough to not be embarrassed by me because if he was older he may never talk to me again after this.