We spent a lot of time together as a family this past long weekend doing mostly menial things around the house. We were all nursing colds and our house to do list has been long ignored so we stayed home and spent our period of convalescence painting trim and doors, cleaning the garage, all of those fun things we all avoid doing as long as possible. I rarely “rest” and this carries through to being sick unless fevers or hospital visits are involved. It would probably do me well to be less productive but it’s rarely in the cards.
The good thing about doing nothing exciting this weekend is that I spent a lot of time interacting with our girls and watching them play together. Andy’s cold turned into fever on Monday (maybe it’s his body’s way of telling me he needs to rest more) so it was just me and the girls all day which meant dedicated interaction. They helped me paint. I taught them how to play “find the nick in the trim” and then I would cover the blemish with a fresh swipe of white trim paint. We painted so much even Eloise asked me in one of her early sentences as a human, “Mommy done painting yet?”
Okay so maybe everybody in my family is trying to tell me that we need to rest and/or play more.
My absolute favorite part about weekends at home is watching Belén and Eloise play together. They are at an age when they are so creative and have so much fun in an upside down box or with an empty pot full of water. Belén typically makes up the game and Eloise is eager to follow as long as she gets her way. It’s all fun and games until Belén telegraphs what she wants which in turn makes Eloise want the exact same thing and then they start fighting about it and one or both of them starts crying.
Disposable inanimate object -> Game -> Fun for Awhile -> One Girl Wants What the Other One Has -> Drama -> Tears -> Repeat.
As dramatic as the tears part of the cycle can be, sometimes it is really hard not to laugh when they come running to Andy or me to explain the predicament.
“Eloise wants to sit in the front of the airplane and she always gets to sit in the front and I NEVER get to sit in the front.” <<Sniff sniff>>
There was a new one this weekend that has continued on into the week and may be a new part of the pattern. Last night when I was reading them a bedtime story, Eloise started pointing to drawings of people and saying, “That’s Eloise.”
She still sometimes refers to herself in the third person.
I didn’t get it at first and then I realized that with each page I turned, not only were the girls quickly identifying the nursery rhyme on the page but they were also searching for little characters that represented “them” and they were usually looking for the cutest or most fashionable.
Eloise pointed to two girls in the back of a group of kids and said they were “Eloise.” Belén pointed to the two in the front and said they were “Belén.” It continued beyond the book and now everything they look at, they are “calling” which people they are in the image.
And it’s funny because I vaguely remember doing the same thing with my sister but I definitely don’t remember being so young. I guess I don’t remember being that young period so perhaps we did engage in a similar activity at that age.
Anyway, so as cute as it is, it is also turning into yet another thing to fight about.
“No Eloise, that one is me. I want the pretty hair.”
New Drama Cycle:
Book, Card or Magazine -> “That’s Me” Game -> Fun for Awhile -> One Girl Wants to Be Someone the Other One Has Already Called -> Drama -> Tears -> Repeat.
Except this game has the luxury of an ability to turn the page and reset the cycle quickly. For that reason, we’ll keep it.