Poor neglected tiny blog

May the Almighty be thanked that Christmas is finally over. I have to go to the dentist today so Not Only will I be posting fabulous Christmas pictures But Also, you’ll be so thrilled, I have another dentist installment, this time from my mother. And, not surprisingly, I’ve been thinking a lot about 2009 and considering hopes for 2010.

Anyway, here is what everyone is doing (without pictures).
Gladys
ss I write this, is sitting on the large lou and singing loudly. She sits there a lot, happily and of her own free will singing and shouting. Santa brought her underwear for Christmas and she’s learning 1. how to put it on, which is more complicated than you would think and 2. when to wear it, which is more complicated than you would think. Also, on Christmas day we noticed that she is still using a bottle (I know, she’s two, how did this escape my notice?). When a child can say, “I don’t want that sippy cup. I want a bottle. I’m not too big for a bottle with my nap” the child is obviously too big to have a bottle with her nap.

Marigold
is getting to be enormous. I tried to feed her in the middle of the night (because that’s what you do with new babies) and she had a temper tantrum. Eating at 3 am is apparently not in her plans. Also, her cry strangely resembles the whining of all the other children. I know she can’t be whining because she’s too young, but it sounds like a fairly sophisticated whine.

Romulus
has had a rich and bubbly cold for a whole week and a half. He runs around, covered in snot, shouting “For Narnina and for ever!” I didn’t miss spell ‘Narnina’, that’s how he really says it. He alternates between playing wildly and then falling asleep on the floor, sword in hand.

Alouicious
has escaped all the illness. He was Herodian Guard in the Christmas Pageant and wore a bow-tie under his breastplate. He leaned lazily over Herod’s chair and gazed at the wise men in boredom and conceit. It was fabulous. He has gone from chocolate to chocolate, tracing paper to knight, vast plate of Christmas dinner to capacious cinnamon roll, strength, in other words, to strength.

Elphine
has seemed to move entirely away from all the playing with her brothers. She spent much of the week holding her new beloved Laura Ingels Wilder cloth doll and reading her four new Laura books. I went into the living room this morning and found her alone, perched over the heating vent, reading to her doll. When attacked by a sword wielding brother she looks on disdainfully or comes to tattle.

I’m hoping everyone will come with me to the dentist. I hate so much to go at all, never mind alone.