Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Outside Roots Market, Easter Sunday morning

E is two, which means she is constantly asking questions to make order of her world. And also that she loves repetition. For everything she encounters, she wants to know who made it, who bought it, who gave it to her. A tour of her bedroom, reenacted every night before bed, goes like this:

Who bought my crib? (Your grandparents.) Who bought my dresser? (Mr. and Mrs. Shirer bought your dresser, a long time ago.) Who bought my jamas? (Grams.) Who bought E? (You don't buy people, you make people.) Who made E? (Mommy and Daddy.) Who made L? (Mommy and Daddy.) Who made Mommy? (Grams and Gramps.) Who made Daddy? (Grandma and Grandpa.) Who made E and L? (Mommy and Daddy.) Who made that wall? (We don't know who made that wall. Mommy and Daddy bought the wall. Mommy and Daddy bought the Whole House.)

So it's Easter, and this market is across the street from a big church, and we're getting ready to go inside to get some grapes because we're out of red grapes in our house, and that is Not Okay. We're crossing the parking lot behind a little group of cute old church ladies, who I'm sure, if they still have their hearing, really enjoyed the conversation I had with E:

E: Mama, who made E?
NES: Mommy and Daddy.
E: Mommy and Daddy made E? And L?
NES: Yes.
E: Mama, look! (Points up.) Who made the sky?
NES (feeling very mindful of the church ladies): Nobody made the sky. A person didn't make the sky. God made the sky.
E: Who's God?
NES: God's not a person. God is what made the sky, and the grapes we're getting. (Adding, for some reason, probably related to feeling unsure just how deep to take theology with the two-year-old:) God is everywhere.
E: God made the sky and God made the grapes and Mama and Daddy made E and L and Grams and Gramps made Mommy and Grandma and Grandpa made Daddy and God made the sky and God is everywhere, Mama!

And therein lies the true message of peace during this holiday season. Because my Jewish daughter has both Darwin and Jesus shepping naches Right Now. Pin It

Becoming a sibling

E was so excited to meet her baby sister. When she was born, I had an unplanned c-section and a terrible recovery, but with L, I was feeling great. So I was really excited to introduce L to E, and watch E's reaction. She'd been talking about "her" baby coming for weeks. Also, I missed her, since she had spent the night with friends while M and I were at the hospital.

M came into my hospital room with her, and she crawled up on my bed with me. M handed the baby to us, and E held her for the first time. She looked uncertain about the whole experience - the room, the IV in my hand, my hospital gown, and definitely uncertain about the baby. After about five seconds, she squirmed out from underneath her sister's body. "All done," she said. Then she asked M to take her for a walk in the hallway. Pin It

The associations in her mind, I'll never figure them out

Yesterday we were driving home from afternoon pickup at daycare and E spotted three birds on a strip of grass outside an apartment building.

E: Look, Mommy! Birds!
NES: Oh, I see them!
E: What are they doing?
NES: It looks like they're playing.
E: Where is the birds' daddy?

It's 6 pm, and around this time of day she often asks this question in regard to her own father, so I use a derivation of the standard answer.

NES: I don't know. Maybe he's still working.
E: No, Mommy. He's not still working.
NES: He's not? Well then where is he?
E: He's at shul!!!
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I'm starting this blog about our family life to remember all the funny stories, avoid forgetting the hard parts, and keep the grandparents and extended relatives entertained. I'm Not-Ever-Still (now known as NES), married to M, mom to two girls: E, born January 2006, and L, born December 2007. E has been a handful from day one and L is thus far her mellow counterpoint. But parenting them does not ever include a lot of sitting around! M holds a high-powered fancy downtown job, and keeps the appropriate hours that go with it and his Blackberry. I have a much cozier (read: less insanely demanding) position with the federal government. Here is our story. Pin It