A couple of weeks ago, my mom invited me and my sisters to a Christmas Stroll in a town two hours from me, a half-hour from them. I immediately said yes. I’ve always wanted to stop and explore the historic downtown area of the town I have so often driven straight through on the way to my parents’ house. Plus, with Christmas right around the corner, I knew there would be some prime shopping opportunities available to me. I put the date in my planner and forgot about it. Then as the weekend approached, my mom called and left a message telling me the stroll was off.
Nurture Her Nature
As I write this, in my little house in Indiana, I’m half-waiting for another tornado warning to sound off. Today, we’ve had two warnings so far. Having grown up in Indiana, I’m quite used to such warnings and know what to do. Story, on the other hand, panics a bit. I can’t blame her. She has seen pictures and videos of the destruction tornadoes can cause, and she’s lived through one — though she was only about a year old when it happened and she slept through the whole thing — that caused quite a bit of damage to our house.
The past two months have been full of transitions. Riley started kindergarten and adjusted to all of the changes that came with it. Maddie adjusted to Riley’s adjustments and then adjusted to her own transition as she moved up to ABC Academy, the preschool building of her daycare. I am happy to say that after our long period of transition, the girls have spent the last month in their element. (more…)
Story has always been a social child who tried her best to make her own social calendar, inviting others to our house (once a homeless man) and inviting herself to others’ houses. I have finally succeeded in gaining control of her social calendar, but now we have a new problem: the phone. She has begged for her own phone relentlessly since last year (first grade), when her buddy got his own. Well, that’s not happening for quite some time yet, so she’s done the next best thing: handed out my phone number.