day two

Has gone well, no disasters, no crying, lots of fun.

t.c. was up at 6:40 and we told him, most sincerely, that it was still dark out, still night. Go back to sleep. l.c. was given a drink and covered up. He snuggled in a curl with his pillow pet and it was all quiet.

t.c. was up at 8:00, and he was sure he should wake up Tim and l.c. and we were definite: "No. They are tired. You cannot go in there and bother them."

His response? "I'm not going to BOTHER them. I just want to talk to them!"

Oh, absolutely not. He wanted to go upstairs and rouse people like Kari, m.c., and Julia, James, Maria, and Jay.

No, no, no. They're tired. They're sleeping.

Unh.

He lived with it, and when they finally all got up at 9:30, he was pretty happy, complained to them of the BOREDOM.

Sigh.

Okay, this video was made during the couple hours I had to work this morning. This would not have been possible had I been here, mostly because of the little tin canisters.



Do you see those adorable colorful things? They're durable and all, little metal canisters from the 1940s and 50s. So what are they doing in a rock band? Getting unceremoniously smacked around?



I watched this and felt a little bit angry. Tim and I are going to watch the video and discuss this tomorrow, his use of a toy jackhammer against them.

He was so bent out of shape tonight when I threw away a remote control car that doesn't work, that we had to fetch it back from the trash to save, in case we can find a part for it at Radio Shack. (Highly doubtful, but whatever.)

I would never smack his possessions around in a rock band.

Or would I?

Here are a few rowdy pictures from last night. She's stolen my heart, her dramatic flair, her happy energy, her funny comments about her outrageous little cousins. Julia and Lydia adore her.




This is what Heidi and I found in the family room when we went to shut off the lights, this overwrought little auntie. It is not easy being an aunt at six. She loves her insane little nephews, but she's overpowered. The only tears today were pretty much hers--being bossed, being left out, unfair this and that. And then she gets mad, so she's not open to any input either. It's impossible to balance, but it's not for lack of trying. We did try to sort things out.


I moved her over and put her head on a pillow properly so she won't wake up with a wrenched neck.

Onward to Sunday. love, Val