Dear Kids,
Here are some stories about the two of you.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with laundry, and any outfit that consists of more than one piece is likely to get separated into different loads. It happens often with two-piece jammie sets. You used to get upset when you couldn’t find matching sets until I convinced you to mix and match. Then we had a joyful parade of bumblerinas, bumblaliens, dinobumbles, and owlbees. Livia enjoyed this so much that she now mixes and matches even when she doesn’t have to.
For a long time Daddy would take Marshall to the bus stop every day and I’d hear trucks honking. I wondered why the truckers were making such a racket. Then I took Marshall to the bus stop myself and found out. It turns out that Daddy taught Marshall how to pump his arm to get the truck drivers to honk. Once Livia started going to school, she learned, too. It’s amazing how many of the truckers notice the signal and are obliging enough to honk for you. I love it.
You decided one day that we needed more decorations, so you made some out of paper and pipe cleaners. Dozens of them. You hung them all over the place, including every doorknob in the house. They were such a nuisance, but we left them up for a while because you were so proud of yourselves.
One morning you came in to wake us up, and we let you climb into bed with us. You pretended to be magic worms. You were surprisingly vocal. For worms, that is. You kept saying, “We’re squirmy wormies!”
Livia claims at any given time to have between ten and twelve invisible and/or imaginary friends. The only ones she mentions consistently, though, are Chairy and Charella. Marshall says there’s also one called Chaira. When I asked Livia what the others were called, she said, “Cranayta, Satnayta, Crunch Sticker, Kiachairy, Playachairy, Blockacuppa, and Crabacuppa.” She was obviously making those names up on the spot! When I mentioned this to Daddy, he said, “What about Walla? She told me that Chairy and Charella had boyfriends and that one of them was named Walla!” Then Marshall told me that he has friends called Tree-a and TV-a. So I guess if I had an invisible friend, it would be named Blogga or Posta! 😉
Love,
Mom