7 Quick Takes Friday!

Thanksgiving is over. I am recovering by chugging coffee and mindlessly trolling the internet. In approximately 1.5 hours I will put on Christmas music, bake banana bread (sans walnuts, since I now live in fear of potential allergens) and wake my husband up with a cheery smile. But right now I’m throwing dry Kix at the kids as they watch Rikki Tikki Tavi and wondering why, why oh why, have my children morphed into walking disasters?

#7
No, Seriously
Charlotte projectile vomited mashed potatoes all over my brother-in-law and sister-in-law’s entry way last night. 
I have no idea why. All I know is that I spent the entire day frantically trying to keep her adorable red dress clean (which I failed to get a picture of!) because it was the cutest dress I’ve ever seen. And I succeeded, through 3 separate Thanksgiving meals. 
Then came the vomit. 
Luckily it was literally right as we were preparing to leave, so it’s not like our evening was cut short, but still. What a way to end Thanksgiving. 
#6
Liam 
The only child I managed to get a picture of, and you can’t even see all of his cute red overalls which I borrowed from his cousin Luigi

did pretty well all day, in spite of still being a little sleep-deprived from all the excitement of earlier in the week. He was extremely tired and whiny as the evening wore on, but giving him a grape guaranteed 68 seconds of happiness and silence. 
The kid ate lots of grapes yesterday. 
#5
Sienna 
was, as usual, her bubbly and silly self. She gave two toasts at dinner, in which she thanked an unknown entity for making her father an Ogre. 
Oh yeah, Sienna’s bottom two front teeth have been looser than loose the last few days, and the night before last the Ogre tied some dental floss to one and yanked it out. 
She was thrilled with this development, as it meant the tooth fairy was coming. Then last night, the remaining tooth was leaning precariously, so after dinner the Ever-Teacher asked to see it and then pulled it out. 
She was, at first, delighted at the prospect of two tooth-fairy visits in such close proximity to each other. But after a few minutes she became visibly upset and teary. 
I pulled her into my lap and asked her what was wrong and she said, “Mom, there are holes in my gums. I don’t like having holes in my gums.”  
She’s still upset by them this morning and keeps asking when her new teeth will grow in. 
#4
Yesterday
as I was rushing around getting everyone ready to go, Sienna spent an unusual amount of time contemplating her coins from the tooth fairy. After a few minutes, the Ogre asked her what she was thinking about. In a tremulous voice, she sad, “Daddy? Are you sure there’s a tooth fairy? Are you sure it’s not just you and Mommy?” 
This question breaks my heart. I don’t know if she heard from a classmate that there’s no tooth fairy or if she’s just reaching the age when the magic and wonder of childhood begins to slip away, but I wish there was some way to preserve it for her. We’re going to rent The Tooth Fairy tonight (awesome movie, by the way) and I plan on spending lots of evenings this Advent reading The Polar Express and The Night Before Christmas to her. 
#3
I hope I can manage to raise my kids so that they always believe in Santa Claus, fairies, dragons, elves and Wonderland. The world has become so utilitarian and horrible. Everyone has forgotten about the magic in the world. 
 I can remember being in college and coming out of an evening class in which we were learning about Irish fairy lore. My head was full of wild Irish tales and eyewitness accounts and artistic renderings of fairy visits, and as I walked around a corner a little grassy corner shimmered a bit in the moonlight. Out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw a flutter of wings and heard a little sliver giggle, but of course when I turned around it was just grass and flowers and moonlight. 
#2
I Believe in Santa Claus
and no, I don’t mean St. Nicholas. Yeah, I believe in him too, but I also believe in the Santa Claus of the sleigh and reindeer and Miracle on 34th Street
Think I’m being facetious? I guess you can think that if you want. But I’ll tell you what, many have been the Christmas Eves where I’ve stayed up late wrapping presents for the kids and hoping to hear the clatter of reindeer hooves on the roof. 
#1
Now That You’re Doubting My Sanity
I’ll leave you with this poem, by someone much wiser than me, who also believed in fairies. 
The Stolen Child
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.


-W.B. Yeats

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