We have this stand of poppies in our backyard that blooms every spring. Blink and you'll miss them--they get battered by our Kansas thunderstorms so quickly--but I always love them while they're here.
As go the poppies, so go my children's phases.
Alright, I don't always love all of the kids' phases, but there's something to be said for noticing them. However bad or good, it's all so interesting to me as their mother. And so fleeting, too.
So here's a snapshot of their current phases.
This one looks angelic, does she not? But, oh boy, is she feeling some big feelings these days. Particularly when she's tired. She's right on the cusp of conversational language, but she understands so much more than she can actually say and it frustrates her to no end.
And for some reason that a child development major could probably explain, she has this adorable lisp where she starts a lot of the words she can say with "n" sounds. "Milk please" is "nilk nees". "Neat" is "eat". I need to record it before she grows out of it.
And this boy is in a funny phase of wanting to know all about tragedies.
Last week we had to go check out books about Titanic. This week we're on to Buddy Holly. (I played him the Weezer song, and it got going from there.) He's not being morbid or unduly upset about it all, he just wants to know what happened.
While it's meant good music for the car ride to school, this phase also has a funny linguistic quirk. In the tradition of Phoebe Buffay, "Peggy Sue" has become "Piggy Zoo", and "Chantilly Lace" has a "poopy" face. Don't get me started on La Bamba.
But I'm not allowed to sing the correct lyrics--oh no! In the first of what I'm sure will be many "don't be a dork mom" phases, whenever I start belting out the words, he ever-so-politely asks, "Mama, could you please not sing? Thanks."