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  • Of Food And Love: The Ways Of A Two Year Old

    I’m so glad that I blog about my children.  Because, honestly, I think I might forget half of their wonderful little antics.  They grow so fast and I mix my memories.  “Did Cy do such and such or was that Roma?”  Up until recently, I could not have told anyone exactly what my little girl was like.  She was just a little parrot of her brother.  He loves blocks.  She loves blocks.  He loves soldiers.  She loves soldiers.  He loves peeing on the driveway.  She loves peeing on the driveway.  (this is true)  My children were just a symbiotic little unit, no distinguishing features of their own really…they just worked together, round and round.  Until a couple weeks ago… 

    My children are SO alike and SO different it’s scary.  I catch myself shaking my head in disbelief, wondering how someone so little and full of life came from my womb.  Cy, as we all know, is a stick of dynamite with turbo thrusters.  And now, as you will all soon discover, Roma is emerging as my sneaky, determined, self-sufficient, spunky little weeping willow.  I call her a weeping willow because this girl can throw on the waterworks!  If I even raise my eyebrow at her funny, she is in tears.  Sometimes it’s hard to punish her because she’s so cute.  She will slump her shoulders and hang her head, the lower lip pops out and the tears flow.  She whimpers and sniffles and I’m standing there in the middle of her performance gripped with emotion.  Yes.  Moved, quite nearly, to tears myself.  Little actress, who in the next breath will whip around, and change the subject mid wail.  I.lie.not.  Then, like a little princess she will ask for a tissue for her “eyeths”.  (she has a lisp, just like Cy does)  She will dab at her eyes until the tears are gone and quickly move on with her life.  Just like that.

     

    Several times I’ve caught her in the fridge and I don’t just mean, the fridge door is open and she’s standing there, I mean. IN.the.fridge.  She is tucked in, with the door almost complete shut, sucking down Cy’s school drinks.  Her eyes are red-rimmed because she’s hardly catching a breath.  She knows that those are not to be touched, so she’s drinking it as fast as she possibly can.  Or, I’ve caught her under the bed, my packet of gum in her hand, furiously stuffing pieces into her mouth, wide-eyed, chomping madly.  Last night, she came into the front room and shoved her head under the couch pillows and was happily munching on apples.  We have a strict no eating anywhere other than the kitchen rule, here.  

    But aside from her spunky behavior she is also very aware and concerned for others.  I stubbed my toe the other day and was grumbling my woes she came to me and asked if I was “ok, mama? you ok?”  So sweet.  She cries if Cylas cries… although she doesn’t even know what she’s crying about!  She laughs if Cy laughs and he’ll bark at her sometimes, “Roma! Why are you laughing? You don’t even know!”  She likes her privacy in the bathroom, “mama, you goway pleasth.”  But you can be sure I’m standing outside the door to make sure our whole roll of toilet paper doesn’t end up in the toilet, on the floor or in various other places.

    My sweet, sweet baby girl.  She’ll be three this month and I wonder where her babyness has gone off to.  I catch glimpses every now and then, but she’s slowly leaving that world behind.  “No” is a the new spotlighted vocab word along with “Oh, commonnn” and “because, whyyy”.  Who are you?  And what did you do with my baby??

    12 Jul 2011, 1:54pm
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  • Morning Berries

    Our love for berries is really unmatchable
    Waking up.  Sneaking to the fridge and pulling out a bowl of fresh picked berries is a typical morning for my little Roma.
    Several times I’ve caught her in the raspberry bushes before church shoveling as many berries into her mouth as possible. Many a stained church dress have laid on my washer in hopes of being salvaged.
    Munch. Munch. Munch. Drip. Slurp. Wipe.

    Morning berries are the best.

    8 Jun 2011, 2:47am
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  • Don’t you wish

    Don’t you wish you could sleep like this?  No abandon at all in this kid.  Her legs are kicked sky high, wrapped in her bee-dee and probably dreaming about a land full of binkies…don’t you just wish?

    And honestly, what is more peaceful and serene than a sleeping baby…nothing I tell you, because each child has their own Pandora’s box and that box can only be opened when they are awake.  It’s the truth.

    But don’t you wish even more that you could eat your dinner half-clad, because the summer is too hot and you just don’t feel like getting dressed?

    Your seat is uncomfortable so you improvise and squiggle around, making that seat whatever you want it to be…a ship, a carnival ride

    And, oh, to sit on the toilet in your backward ballerina shoes…

    Or better yet, you could answer the door inappropriately dressed and it would be perfectly normal…don’t you just wish?

    Haha, what DO you wish?
    25 May 2011, 12:22pm
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  • Master the cycle

    There haven’t been too many ALL Roma posts…it’s easier to post on the two of them because she is Cy’s little copy cat.  But the other day, I found my little one outside by herself, dressed up(on her own), trying to trike through the grass.  Not necessarily easy, but I would much rather prefer the grass to the asphalt.  She was so determined and focused that I sneaked out there to snap a few shots.  She caught me.

    Pedal, pedal, skooch, push.

    Pedal, pedal, skooch, push, fail.

    My little baby is most definitely a force to be reckoned with.  She takes her lumps in style and is only a few steps behind the big boys. 

    Next year is going to be memorable.  No doubt.  She will be a sturdy, well tried three year old with an older brother who doesn’t have an off button… She has tangy little curls that whip around her face as she runs after her big brother and a cute scream to let the whole wide somewhere, anywhere know she’s there.

    Hello world, goodbye sanity.
    7 Mar 2011, 5:25pm
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  • Sickness, it’s all the rage

    Since last week our family has been plagued with all sorts of nasty little viruses.  I was the last one to get hit.  I was hoping that if I made myself small enough and hid the little germs would pass me by.  But no, sweet kisses from my babies are too hard to pass up and yesterday I was double-fisted and flat on my back.  I got up around 6:45 and left a little before 8 so I could head to church.  Finished up a few last minute things for my Sunday school class and then taught it.  I had to run out in the middle of class.  It was awful.

    The rest of my day was spent puking and rolling around in the bed in and out of sleep.  It was horrible!  And while mommy was sick the little mice did play.  Cylas thought it would be genius to color is sister’s face, arms, legs, TOES and BUNS!!  Please, don’t ask where D was in all of this because I was semi-conscious myself.

    Today I’m back in the saddle…sort of.  I get light-headed and have to sit for a while, but I’m doing all the mommy duties again…scrubbing my kid down, and back to her natural color.  buns and all…

    Playing Connect Four with little dude.

    And cleaning up weird soap messes from yesterday’s distastraphies.

    At point one during the day, I woke up, bleary eyed to find D in the bathroom with Roma, sopping wet and crying.  He was trying to comb out all the soap she had poured into her hair…awful.  Being sick is such a waste of time…seriously.  I can’t afford it.  Next time, I’ll just skip it and save myself all the hard work of having to recoup my house.  HAH. 

    Papa did come out alive…maybe a few less brain cells, but alive nonetheless.  Thank you for letting me sleeping all day, baby.  It was just what the doctor ordered.

    28 Dec 2010, 3:25am
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  • Sometimes, Papa just knows best

    I have to hand it to you, D.  You really showed me up on this one.

    My husband, basically, single-handedly clinched the training in “potty training” for our little girl.  I have been working and working with this little sweety pie for nearly two months.  Maybe even more…and today, my birthday I might add, her Papa decided that she was going to go potty in that toilet come hell or high water. 
    He looked at me and said, “I think that if she goes potty in here just this once, something will click for her.”
    It did! And she did!  It took two hours of book reading, counting, singing, story telling, coaxing and whatever else to get her to do it.  We eventually set her little throne out in the middle of the front room so I could move about the house cleaning and whatnot.  Thirty minutes toilet side does nothing for a shabby looking kitchen…
    This afternoon I sent up a quick prayer to God. “Please, I know you’ve blessed me with such neat gifts, but if you could help my little girl go potty on the pot I would terribly grateful. Diapers are getting expensive. Amen.”

    He heard.

    She went in the toilet TWICE!  The first time because she was toilet-ridden and the next it was all on her own.  Shock and Awe.  Yes, yes, yes!  Miracles do still happen, folks.  She has been a really stubborn trainer.  We would sit her on for a about ten minutes and read books, sing, basically distract her from the ring she was getting on her cute little buns from sitting so long, and the moment we would let her up she would run into the next room and make a slippery little puddle.  Good Lord that was close to infuriating.  But today she really took two huge steps to becoming a fully potty trained two-year old.

    Oh, and we’re trying to make the binky disappear, too.   This is day two without it, except for sleeping.  How is this all happening at once??  My baby no longer a baby?  It’s happening again…

    9 Dec 2010, 2:52pm
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  • Some mornings, we just dance

    There are days when I wake up with guns blazing, rolling like a steamer and very motivated.  I can’t actually remember the last time that was, though.  But, it does happen, sometimes…
    Yesterday was full of plenty to do.  Our church is putting on a small pageant for Christmas and I have been really wrapped up with that, sewing costumes, finding decorations, organizing the details and in general being bossy.  Whatever.  Don’t hold it against me.  I’m the first born of three girls and a boy.  You are not born the oldest without being bossy.  Nuff said.
    So yesterday morning I was trying to get myself mentally ready to take on the day.  D was here for a while before school, so I took that time to go for a run.  I live for running in the mornings.  It does a lot for me, my energy level and clarity of mind.
    But finally, it was just me and the kids.  And I started blasting the Christmas tunes.  My hair was out of its braids.  It’s long and curly and a little wild and I decided that it would be the perfect time to rock my AFro.  And that I did.  Just me and my babies, dancing in the morning while the weather outside was cold and white.  It felt good.  Me and my Afro were reconnected and my kids tore up the house before the day could whisper “hello”.
    Now, this video does not show my Fro-ic hair…I just couldn’t bear to assault you all with that wildness.
    31 Mar 2010, 7:40pm
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  • Captain Wonder and Madame Curiosity

    He’s the Captain.

    She’s the Madame.

    If there is one thing my little Captain is good at, it’s creating.  He can create a little world that is full of pirates, soldiers, bad guys, good guys…anything.  I love it.  It’s wonderful and inspiring.  Sometimes, I feel a little nostalgic watching him because it reminds me of my childhood days when my little sisters and I would climb trees and escape into the land of all things imaginary.
    And thankfully, Captain Wonder has a sidekick — Madame Curiosity.  Ooh, boy.  What a pair.  Of course, she’s only sixteen months and can’t run as fast but she makes the best of her chubby little legs and keeps that wily big brother of hers in sight.  She’s content to watch him build towers with legos.  Well, she’s content but only for so long.  Then she tests the lego tower by giving it a soft shove.  Tsk, tsk, my little Madame.  The tower comes down and Captain Wonder turns into Captain Terror.  Not pretty but a learning moment for the both of them.  O.  And me, too.  Yes, somewhere in there I’m learning how to be patient while I teach my little stinkers patience.  *slump*  Could be a losing battle.  But, it’s not.  I am making progress.

    Watching Cylas grow is so, completely, amazing.  Just today, as I took these photos, I watched him run up over the hill with his buddy.  They were falling, making shooting sounds, rolling around, squealing and I just stood there with a goofy grin.  It wasn’t too long ago that he couldn’t speak very well, walking was still a hazard and I was changing dirty diapers every hour.  Those days were every bit as special, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy cuddling with him in his bed, listening to his wild tales and giggling about his silly stories.  Half of them I don’t really understand, but I know they are meant to make me laugh.  So I do.  And I love it.  I mean, who wouldn’t laugh if their three year old told them that his underwear “could kill you” so you “have to watch out”.  Yes.  My son has lethal underwear.

    Now, although, my little Madame can’t talk her babbles do have meaning.  She communicates so much with her little eyes.  Today was telling me that she didn’t pull out the chair, it just ended up there on its own.  I know, I know.  Even though it was just her little mumbles, it was definitely made clear.  That isn’t the first time she’s tried to talk herself out of a tight spot.  One of her favorite places to perform her “no-no” curiosity is in the pantry.  I can not count the times I have picked up spaghetti and fettuccini noodles off the floor.  The whole time, she’s standing over me pointing, oohing and ahhing and making little noises in protestation.  Like, “Mom, seriously, it wasn’t me.  I was totally standing here by myself and the doors flew open and all of a sudden these noodles were everywhere.  I know.  I’m just as surprised as you are.  Promise.”  Please.  You think I fall for that?  Yes, I do.  She ends up getting more kisses than anything else.  And it doesn’t help that she offers to clean up this “mysterious mess” with me.  My sweet, sweet little girl.

    My babies are my life.  They have given me so much.  I am inspired by them.  I love you both my little Captain and my little Madame.

    23 Nov 2009, 4:09am
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  • A full 365 days…

    Well, I don’t know exactly how many days but I can tell you it’s been one year since Romalise Kelbatyrov was born.  I still remember how cold it was.  It was FREEZING.  And due to hospital regulations, I was required to sit next to her in the back.  Unfortunately, the back seat of our truck was such that I ended up CLIMBING over the front seat to get to the back.  Yes, I climbed and it was only a mere 24 hours earlier that I had just had a baby.  Anyway, the whole point of this short anecdote being…Roma is ONE!!  One…unbelievable.  Recently, I peeked back into my blogging archives and read about my first 72 hours as a new mother.  Good lord.  I do not want to revisit that.  But I can tell you that her little birthday party was so heart warming and very rewarding.  My mom worked very hard to help me make this party everything I had envisioned it to be.  THANKS MOM!  She sewed and sewed and I directed.  Hahah.  We made a great team.  David, too.  He drew the templates for the flowers.  What would I do without my very creative husband?  As a rule, I’m not that creative.  Well, I take that back, I am, but not in the ways that are fully developed, have any rhyme or reason or are conventional.   Two words — Watch Out

    (What?  Who has ever heard of undeveloped creativity?  …now you have)

    So, I got this little tickle in my brain and I decided to go with it.  Felt!  Felt — I want a felt party.  So, I started looking around and BAM saw a few great ideas that were WAYYY beyond my ability and budget.  So, this is where my undeveloped creativity kicked in.  Flowers and dolls.  Originally, I had wanted to make a felt house, have bird cages with pretty little decorative birds and big felt flowers hanging from the ceiling.  My wallet gave up even before I started on that idea and I ended up with flowers, one sparkly, felt crown and a doll.   I’m in love with the doll my mom made for our little Roma.

     
    I really wanted her first birthday to be memorable and it definitely was.  From the birthday banner, which had pictures of her from one, three, six, nine and twelve months, to the felt cutouts of flowers even to the sprinkles on the cupcakes.  It was all special and unique.

    By the end of the day,  I was exhausted and not at all interested in cleaning anything up.  My mom helped with that, too.  Where would I be without such love and help?

    However, what really made this party special was my dad.  He was able to come and that made me really, really happy.  When Cylas turned one, he was unable to fly out to California, but since we are back East, now, he took the three hour trip to join us.  Very nice to have both of my parents here to share the moment.

    And for all of our friends, who are actually considered family, we miss you all and wish that every one of you could have been here to help us celebrate. 

    23 Oct 2009, 1:13am
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    So excited! D went out to feed the chickens today and he came back with these:

    Would you look at those brownies in the midst of all those white-es. That’s kinda how I felt my whole childhood. The only brown grandchild, child…hahah. Anyway, I digress. It’s been twelve long days since they moved here and finally their cluckers are cranking out the eggs. Can’t wait until spring time when they will be giving us chicks, too. D is so creative. While driving by a neighboring farm, he notice that the corn bin dryers had piles that had built up on the ground beneath. So, later on that week he stopped by and scrapped all the ground corn waste into a five gallon bucket and that’s what we feed our chickens. I don’t know if that was the magic that made their egg shutes start up again but I’m happy, either way. I was starting to think that the wild bird seed we were giving them was making them constipated. Hmmm…MiraLax for chickens? Something to think about.

    Speaking of brownies and white-es, my children are just a pile o’ mess. They are such giggle buns. Recently, Roma has mastered the art of climbing onto Cy’s bed. This is good and not so good all in one breath. It’s good that she has mastered her motor skills but why does she want to practice them on all the dangerous spots like: stairs and beds? Not so good. And of course, Cy wants to ‘help her’ get down. I think I’ve had five heart attacks in the past week. I appreciate my little girl’s desire to keep up with her big brother and likewise his effort to make SURE she keeps up, by dragging her around at times, but it’s seriously adding unwanted years on to my life. She isn’t walking quite yet, but she’s almost there. And if Cylas had his way she would be running and riding tricycles with him. However, my dear, sweet Roma has her own ideas about life and how she wants to approach it. Her schedule is just as busy as her brother’s but at a completely different pace. Odd. Perplexing. And to be quite honest, I’m a little nervous. I have one VERY particular little boy and one very methodical little girl. Uhm. Help? Anyone? Save me? Oh well. If I stop bloggin for a while, you’ll know where I’ve gone. I’ve either gone crazy or my children found a way to get rid of me.

    One of her favorite past times is to stand, clap and crouch. It’s quite an amazingly cute skill. But don’t try it. You’ll look stupid.

     
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