We were the last of the three readoptions. When our names were announced, Sylvie took off like a rocket for the front of the room, yelling, "My turn. My turn right now!" She was very excited and called the whole event "my party".
Nope, stage fright does not appear to be an issue. How fitting that the event took place at the Missoula Children's Theatre!
Minutes before she stripped down into her birthday suit. I'll spare you those pictures!
This handsome guy got his braces off. Wahoooo!!
Meet "Orange Blossom", S.A.'s sidekick. When Sylvie says her name it sounds like "Large Bosom". That makes everyone giggle a little!
New jammies--size 3T.
Spirit Day. You are getting a one-time look at Super Spartan Man. Going for a walk in the gully behind our house. Simon hiked around with us. He would "hide" and we would seek. We could hear giggling long before we would find him. Yep, still sporting the wings. A LOT!!! Could it be an identiy crisis? Was she a butterfly in another life? Does she lean toward theatre? ...only time will tell. Ta-daaa! Look at this awesome quilt made by Clark's family--it has a storybook theme. Clark's mom, Teresa, started the tradition of making a quilt for the firstborn of each family. What a treasure for Sylvie to have.
A few weeks ago we had a day filled with running errands.
A trip to the Dr.'s office for Sylvie-Aganoti's fungus. A chunk of time dedicated to the pharmacy. An oil change. Additional school supplies for the boys. Some much-needed household items. Groceries. You know the drill...
As we zip around town, S-A falls asleep in the car. While sleeping, she has an accident. No big deal; she is wearing a dress over her jeans. I whip the jeans and panties off and we are good to go. I am a little worried about pee-pants sitting in the warm car but, with four kids, our car has seen worse.
At the end of our list is a swing by Jake's high school to take his class photo and get his student ID. While there, S-A is being her silly, crowd-crazy self. LOVING the attention from hundreds of Jake's peers. LOVING the admiration from the photography team.
Jake, by the way, does not appreciate the ruckus she is causing...
The head photographer comes over to say how beautiful she is. He offers to take her picture, promising a pint-sized activity card. I explain that she hates to get her picture taken. How it takes tricks and dozens of tries to get a good one. He laughs me off and boasts about all the pictures he's taken of hesitant children.
Good luck buddy.
Mr. Photography scoots us to the front of the line. You can imagine high school students' response to being cut by a TWO-YEAR-OLD and her embarrassed brother.
He takes his time, arranging a kiddie stand so Sylvie-Aganoti is the appropriate height to his camera. Again, picture those not-so-patient teens waiting their turn. Scathing stares. Eye rolls. Sighs. Huffs. Arms crossed. Whispers.
And Jake, thinking this can not possibly be over soon enough.
Mr. Photography asks me to position S-A on the stand, directly on his red X.
Right! This kid hates getting her picture taken. She is not going to stand on his red X with a camera the size of a small car pointed at her!!!
Amazingly, she stands on the X.
And SMILES!!! Maybe Mr. Photography knows what he's talking about?
...she grabs the hem of her dress and lifts it up, way up, over her head. Baring her oh-so-naked behind to all of those angry high school students.
A chorus of boys shout, "Oh my God!" A symphony of girls shrilly squeal and laugh.The room reverberates with sounds of shock. Mr. Photography's jaw hits the floor.
And then there is Jake. Poor, poor Jake. Who utters, "Sometimes having a sister is absolutely the pits."
That, my friends, is why the high school kids were screaming...
This weekend Liam had a soccer tournament in Sandpoint Idaho. Sandpoint is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!!
On the way home from our crazy, soccer-filled weekend, we decide to treat ourselves to Red Lobster. We've never been and have great expectations. Well...
...you know how that goes.
We are not off to a good start, as the couple being seated in front of us, when asked their seating preference, say with snotty looks cast in our direction, "We would not like to be seated by children." I am offended. Our kids are being good. Really good. No screaming. No whining. Quietly, politely waiting our turn.
What is the deal with people like that?!?
So, I am feeling protective of our kids and cranky at this woman. Clark appears nervous. The kids are totally missing the boat.
When asked our seating preference, I quip, as I hold Sylvie-Aganoti and am surrounded by a variety of young boys, "We would not like to be seated by children."
Turns out, we have a different hostess than the one who seated the snotty couple. Turns out, our hostess might think I am saying Clark and I would like to not sit by our own children. Turns out, she also might think I am asking her to watch our children while we enjoy lobster.
Plus, the kids are wondering why I suddenly do not want to sit with them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Totally, totally embarrassing.
Have I mentioned that I've been asked to consider teaching some parenting classes in Missoula?
I am sure you are racing each other to sign up right now!