Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Uncle Beers Playground

At Uncle Beers house, his community has a play ground area.  You have to jump across a small creek to get to it.  Whomever built this does not have children.  it took a lot of planning to cross the creek without anyone getting wet. 

At the playground, we met several other parents, all of whom were pleasant and chatty.  it was a nice change from our usual sulky parents we end up meeting.  They shook hands and compared childrens ages.  After they learned I was the visitor they were still pleasant.  Their uncle was distracted by the hot Mom of the group.  He was also very concerned over Nyobi. 

"She's deaf"  he concluded after listening to me scream at her and she failing to respond in the slightest. 

Nothing I said could convince her otherwise, and floating in her own little world, she was happy to maintain toddler "deafness".  I tried the other approach.  "She choses not to hear me."  I told him,  "call her yourself"

Of course, Nyobi didn't respond to that either. 

But on the walk home, a plane flew over.  "Plane!"  Bee mouthed,  pointing up to the dot in the sky. 

"What?"  Steffen said, then looked where she was pointing.  "I guess you aren't deaf after all." 

No,  she's not deaf.  She is two, and at a cool play ground.  Not quite as cool as the house with the fridge that gives you ice cubes by pressing a button, but its up there.  Note to self,  do not invest in ice cube dropping fridge.

Monday, June 28, 2010

When all is quiet

When all is quiet during the day, I get suspicious.  Today there was a good cause.  Anya was napping in her crib.  Bee was asleep in my chair.  However, Cora whom usually siezes upon these naptimes to induce direct Mom attention was far too quiet.  I went to the kitchen to check on her craft project she needed her scissors for earlier.  She was not there, but her scissors were.

I found her in her room, playing quietly.  Cora is not a playing quietly child.  My suspicions were confirmed when she said "I'm sorry about the hair." 

"What hair?"  I asked. 

She reached up and pulled a few wisps of hair on her forhead.  "It was in my eyes and you would not help me find the salon.  They cut hair at the salon, and you do too for Bee and Daddy, but it was just in my eyes..."  She really was remorseful.  "You make it look nice...and easy..."

She really was remorseful, probably more so because the Cora self cut was so dramatic.  It took me thirty minutes to even it out enough and hide the damage.   When will I learn that when Cora says bangs I should just cut them?

Why is it that in the middle of her Mom hair cut I asked with growing horror "You did not cut Bees did you?"

Thank God she did not.

I breathed in hair fuzz and can not stop coughing.