Molly turned 7 on Sunday, to much fan fare (after all, she had a whole month to dream and scheme about her birthday since Tucker’s birthday last month). This was the first time I had to miss a birthday dinner for any of my kids – Emily was in the ER getting a chest xray for possible pneumonia (nope, just a virus and asthma). The show went on, and Molly looked quite the birthday girl in her new pioneer costume! But really I only missed a small part of more than a week of festivities that started with a surprise joint birthday party at Helen’s, included a special birthday shopping trip with Helen, donuts for school, a tea party with the 4 other girls in her class after school, presents in the morning, and a brunch after church. She was well celebrated.
One of the ways that I see Molly maturing these days is how generously she is sharing with Emily. Molly is particular about her things. Emily is particular in being fascinated with all of Molly things—and proceeding to mess them up. It’s been a source of frequent angst in our house, because Molly has some toys that she hardly plays with that Emily salivates over, that Molly absolutely doesn’t want her to touch. I’ve been so thankful of late how Molly’s had some more perspective on what toys aren’t really quite so special that she can share, as well as the toys she’s grown out of that Emily can simply have. This is very mature for my orderly 7 year old who loves beautiful things.
Molly is a Mama’s girl. She loves nothing more than to do a craft with just me. When she’s happy, she positively chirps. She loves school. She loves reading. Her favorite books are non-fiction stories about the prairie like Little House on the Prairie – and now Harry Potter. She sews and hand stitched a purse all by herself this summer. She has an engineer’s mind and can put together legoes like nobody’s business.
Here’s what she said for her birthday interview:
Favorite subject in school: math
Favorite friend: Luke Shonka
Favorite color: orange and sky blue
Favorite thing to do after school: be outside
Future career: Botanist
Favorite gift: American girl doll from GoGo
If she could have anything in the world, she’d want: her own room and a horse
Love you, Molly!
Instead of saying “no” like a normal toddler, Emily has new ways to avoid doing what I ask. Here’s some sample dialogue:
Me: You need to brush your teeth.
Emily: I actually good.
Me: No, you really need to brush your teeth.
Emily: It’s okay.
Me: Please brush your teeth.
Her intonation is hilarious as she emphatically states that she has it under control and I don’t need to worry my little head about petty details.
Tucker has enjoyed almost a week of birthday festivities. Like so much in his young life, it revolved around food. It began by arranging a shopping trip to pick out his favorite foods – Duck Donuts for a birthday breakfast, Mexican popsicles for a class treat, and Wegmans for everything else. I made an orange marmalade cake for his birthday, but first he had to pour over recipes with me, and make me PROMISE to follow the recipe. He knows his mom – he is much better at recipe following than I am. (Thankfully, the cake passed his test.) His birthday dinner was BLTs with fruit salad and french fries.
His second birthday dinner for his birthday party with his two best friends was fried chicken and fried plantains and lemon meringue pie. Did I mention that he made his own lemon meringue pie? No joke – Austin was napping and I was out in the hammock and he did it all himself. Well, Pillsbury did the pie crust. But the meringue, the lemon filling. Just want to say that I’ve never even made a lemon meringue pie.
Tucker was hemming and hawing about what to do with his friends. Ideas in circulation included going to a batting cage nearby, going to a baseball card store, UVa sporting events… and in the end, what won out? A free afternoon/evening to play together at our house. Perfect. The boys took their fishing rods down to the river, bushwhacked across a field to escape swarming bees (allegedly… Austin saw three bees…). They all caught fish. Then came back to have a baseball card draft, eat, and be surprised that their time was already up.
One of Tucker’s favorite pastimes right now is whiffle ball. He has invented a game that is similar to golf, in that he hits balls to certain parts of the yard, in order, keeping score. The balls typically are named and compete against each other. Imagine his excitement to get a bat that travels farther than his old broken one AND three different kinds of balls to experiment with. Endless entertainment.
I also took him to the Harry Potter festival in Staunton this weekend. They converted the whole town to Diagon’s Alley – it was really neat, and the kids walked around, collecting unique Harry Potter trading cards at each merchant and actor. The sorting hat sorted Tucker and I into Gryffndor and Molly into Hufflepuff. Of course, Tucker and Molly’s favorite part was trying croissants and Butterbeer for the first time.
She turns to you and says, “So annoying! Not good, Mama.”
Really? Critiquing my parenting at 2? (We were driving home and she wanted a refill of coffee but I told her I couldn’t pour it for her because I was driving and she’d have to wait till we got home.)
Today has been unseasonably cool and rainy.
“This is a great day for wiffleball!” Tucker exclaimed walking into the kitchen.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because every day’s a great day for wiffleball,” he answered.