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March 10, 2004
On Monday Kaillan spent the day with Dee Dee (my aunt). They were outside when I pulled in, Kaillan immediately tromped in after me. I didn't even have my coat off when she asked me to close my eyes. She told me to open them and jumped up with a "Surprise!". Nothing had changed so I giggled, "what are we looking at, babe?". She pointed to the living room. Down the hall, around the corner and across the room, was a finger painting she had master pieced.
In the next five minutes, maybe I'm even being generous with the time, she told me she had pictures taken in the booth, and showed them to me. She looked like a little pixie peeking up from the very bottom of the pictures. She told me she had pasta for lunch and a pear, she told me Dee Dee had dropped her money on the floor and she had to pick it all up. That Dee Dee didn't know how to work the VCR and she wore Brandan's hat outside. She said Dee Dee had a pop AND chippies too. She showed me the doll things Dee Dee bought her and said Dee Dee had to go to work tomorrow...
Which brings us to Tuesday. Andree is away on vacation this week so the kids are at Remo's parents. I walked in the door and Kaillan ran to me with a breathtaking hug. She immediately told me Pops (Remo's 92 year old steelman grandfather) took his teeth out. She said Emmie hit her head and Nonna got mad at Nonno. Nonno went out, Joe gave her the necklace and she had pasta and just a yittle bit of broccoli for lunch.
Pops gave her two boxes of pop tarts. This is becoming a bit of a problem. He goes to the store, maybe four times a week to buy us two boxes at a time. You know me by now, you know my freezer can't possibly fit another box of pop tarts. I've run out of people to give them to. Remo had just picked up Brandan from school with a gastro and he was now vomiting in our garage so I tried to rush Kaillan along. For twenty minutes I worked at getting her coat on amid the various distractions.
For twenty minutes she farted around.
Kaillan arched her back so I couldn't clip the car seat so I told her if she didn't sit properly I was giving the pop tarts back to Nonna. She got right OUT of the seat. A woman of my word, I gave the bag to Nonna, and while Kaillan fell apart I had her sitting and clipped. She screamed bloody murder all the way to the corner.
"I don't YIKE you, you're YUCKY" was being flung at me.
I stopped the van. She stopped screaming. I told her she had to say sorry right now or I was getting out. She wouldn't budge a smidgen so I opened the door. Nothing. Unclipped my seatbelt. Nothing. When I physically put a foot on the pavement she mumbled "Sor". I started to drive, giving one of those gentle lectures on hurting people's feelings. She fell asleep on me.
At home, I tried to figure out what was cooking with Brandan. He looked green laying there and in the neatest possible swoop picked up a bowl and threw up several times. Even when he's not sick, Brandan has no interest whatsoever in giving a recap. While he'll happily discuss soccer or working with Daddy or who he should invite to his birthday party (we only have four months, you know), don't run to this guy for gossip. Ask a man to describe a wedding dress - it was big and white. Ask a woman and you'll know where the crystals came from. There's a definite difference between my daughter and my son and a fine line between the stereotype and the gene pool.
Kaillan is exactly her mother. I see it. Big time.
Brandan passed on supper, Kaillan slept, Remo made a chicken sandwich, Emmie had cereal with fruit and I ate a half a box of the 70% cocoa chocolate disks I bought after that cooking class in November. Oprah told me eating an ounce a day (of true dark chocolate) will add something like fifteen years to your life. Surprise, I'm going to outlive Remo's grandfather! Emmie and I crawled up to Kaiilan to snuggle her awake. Just as she was coming to, Remo stepped in. With her eyes half closed still, Kaillan told him Nonna took away her strawberry things and I put on the brakes.
I laughed my head off. It seemed worth writing two entries in two days.
Allisun
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