Jenny On the Spot: Caffeinated mom, lover of dancing, glitter and glitter.

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Lucy is generating more and more words from her tiny being. Today she spoke the word “beautiful” as we walked past the flowers at the market. Granted, only her mother could tell that was the word the particular sounds she emoted made.

Lucy told on her big brother as I got in the car this morning, “Jo-ah a pewpew.” Joel fessed up, “I farted Mom.”

Joel wanted Lucy to let go of his coat. His voice rose, into “Mommy business” tone… Lucy cooly responded, “Jo-ah coat.” She just makes her big bro melt. He let her have the coat. He loves it when she says his name.

Joel won 1st in his division for “design” at his Awana club’s pinewood derby. Joel is sharp as a razor… about his award, he said, “I got a trophy for my car in design, but I should give the trophy to my dad, because he designed it.” It’s true… there was a tiny camera in it that caught all the racing action :)

Olivia surprised me last night. She didn’t win in speed or design. Bejeweled to pieces, her princess sparkly car just didn’t make the cut. After all the trophies were given for her division, she wept… hard. I did not expect that repsonse. Deep in my private thoughts, I hoped if anyone would get a trophy, that it would be Joel. Joel is very competetive and very jealous. I didn’t want to deal with that beast last night. So, imagine my surprise and my sweet 4.5 year-olds’ distress.

However, I know my girls’ love language – food :) I let her weep. She wept as much I felt appropriate, and then gave her the ray of hope she needed… “How ’bout we go get some ice cream after this.” Tears stopped, smile began to turn the sad mouth to a happy one, and off she went. Joel got his trophy awhile later, and not once did she whine, complain or enter the realm of “hissy-fit”. She just needed some cuddlin’, love, and promise of good food :) This story kind-of reminds me of me last week… I had a trying morning and was crying about one overwelming thing or another and Paul said, “Do you want me to go get you a coffee?” Snapped me right out of that funk. Weird.

My kids. They drive to the ends of the earth emotionally. I swell with pride and wilt with embarassment. I handed Lucy a donut while at the market this morning. As I turned to pay, Lucy began to yell, “Mama! Mama! Mama!Mama! Mama!” Through my teeth, I asked the cashier to excuse me for moment… “What Lucy?” “T-Tew Mama.” And she held her donut out as she thanked me for her breakfast.