Wednesday, April 22, 2015

our weekend.

yard work. cuddling. nursing. tree climbing. clean sheets. breezy days and plenty of sunshine. rope swings. a long morning run. a late afternoon family walk. good friends and fun neighbors. 
moscow mules. nespresso brown sugar cinnamon latte. long naps. sunday school. cherub choir in church. finishing a book on the back deck. family dance parties. kisses. hugs. planting watermelon seeds and red pepper plants. watering the herb garden. playing potions. belly laughs.
 reading stories as a family. Giants baseball. laundry (always laundry). bagel breakfast. grocery store shopping and weekly meal planning. smoked artic char. sunshine. grumpy mornings. bubbles.
dress up. mommy's costume jewlry. legos. freshly mowed lawn. scooter riding. roasted asparagus. family dance party. sunhats and fleece pjs. digging in dirt. composted soil. dresses. knocking over block towers. 
sometimes life can be demanding and hectic and crazy and intense. but, sometimes it can be pretty amazing too.

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

You make me happy too

You thought I was asleep. You reached over and grabbed my hand and whispered happy ten years. You reached through over one of our sleeping daughters and whispered that you loved creating a family with me, that you loved sharing your life with me. You whispered that I make you happy. 

As you started getting ready for work, another of our daughters climbed up in the bed for a quick snuggle as the littlest Rossini squawk from her crib. You shook my shoulders, "sweetheart, it's time to get up." I opened my eyes, I smiled and kissed you and we started our day.  

Happy ten year anniversary my love. I love you with a thousand beating hearts.

Friday, April 03, 2015

A another month, another list

1. They adore one another. Daisy can make Violet laugh and keep her entertained like nobobdy else. Both her and Lily keep a close eye on her, makign sure she doesn't get into anything dangerous and alerting me of her every move. The big girls sing and dance and blow bubbles around Violet, and she laughs and giggles and watches their every move. They are the very best of friends.

2. Last weekend we gave Violet a handful of blackberries and let her go to town. The mess was epic.
3. We have started working our way through the The Tail of Emily Windsnap with Daisy and Lily.

4. Now, they are sort of obsessed with pretending to be mermaids.

5. In the morning, every morning, Lily runs into our bedroom and tells me she has exciting news and terrible news. The exciting news is that one day she is going to marry Daddy. The terrible news: it is not today.
6. Daisy has been increasingly more interested in hiking. She picks wildflowers. She loves to explore new trails. J and I fell in love over long hikes, and many of our best vacations included day-long hikes. Seeing Daisy out on the trails, completeing several tough miles of trails makes my heart sing, and I look forward to introducing more and more hikes to her.
7. Violet has been entering this phase wherein she wants to spend as much time as she possibly can snuggling with J and I. I am honestly begnning to think that her idea of a perfect day includes our family spending countless hours laying around making faces and noises, but since we insist on getting up and getting showered, she just has to accept nuzzling into our chest when carry her as the next best thing.
8. Daisy, Lily and I have spent countless hours on the floor demonstrating to Violet exactly how to properly crawl. She just looks at us like we're stupid and then rolls acros the room in a flash, pivots and army crawls the last little bit to get exactly what she wants. It's usually something she shouldn't have: a scrap of paper, a permanent marker or a day-old crumb.

9. Violet has started blowing raspberries. Oh my stars, I cannot take the cuteness.

10. Where did my timid little girl go?

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Five rotations of the sun

Darling girl,

Last week we had your parent-teacher conference with your preschool teacher and as we sat down she told us point blank that you are an “awesome kid.” And you know what, she is 100% right.
I look at you and I am absolutely blown away, I cannot believe that you are five years old. Part of me feels like we are at the end of a chapter. But, you know what the best part is my love? This means we are also at the start of a new one. And I can't wait. I love watching you grow.

I love that you are starting to sound out words and sounds. I love that you can ride your bike so fast that I can barely keep up running alongside. I love that you dig your toes into the sand at the beach and I love that you sometimes lose your mind with giddiness when I tell you we’re headed on a family adventure. I love that you pick wildflowers on our afternoon hikes. I love that you have memorized all the planets. I love that you build Lego castles for your little sisters. I love that you constantly want to conduct science experiments. I love that you dance and sing for your baby sister. I love that you have memorized the lyrics to Momma Mia.  I love that you spend the majority of your day immersed in pretend play. I love learning about this world with you.
A new thing you do is to make lists. With your new found love of writing, you now make lists of EVERYTHING: play princesses and pirates. eat pancakes for breakfast. ride my bike. read books. It’s the cutest thing in the world, but for a few weeks it drove me nuts because we couldn’t start our day until your written list was complete.

Then this past Saturday morning as we chowed on Daddy's blueberry pancakes for breakfast you asked me what we were doing that weekend and I said, “Let’s make a list. We need some avocados and asparagus at farmer’s market, and we need some stamps from the post office. Momma would like to go on a long run and maybe we can ride our bikes to the park. Oh, we need to vacuum.”

There it is. Mystery solved.

Darling, there are times when I look at you and my heart yearns for you to be little and new again. This is not one of those times. Five times around the sun and all I can think is that I cannot wait to see what sort of adventures my little monkey girl will bring us in the next five.
I love you more than all the water in the ocean and all stars in the sky.

Love, Momma

Friday, February 27, 2015

A questionnaire: FIVE

Tomorrow is Daisy's birthday. In lieu of a babybook, I ask the following 20 questions to my birthday girl (starting with the third birthday). You can see Daisy's previous answers, here and here. So, this afternoon while making our traditional pizza dough for Friday night pizza movie night I fired away. 
  1. What is your favorite color: red
  2. What is your favorite toy: legos. leapreader. dollhouse. magnets. all our toys! 
  3. What is your favorite fruit: watermelon 
  4. What is your favorite movie: Beauty and the the Beast
  5. What is your favorite thing to wear: my long skirts 
  6. What is your favorite animal: ladybugs. zebras. 
  7. What is your favorite song: "Let it Go" 
  8. What is your favorite book: any Bearnstein Bears books, any Ivy and Bean, Never Girls or the Rainbow Magic Fairy Books 
  9. Who is your best friend: Annie and Lily 
  10. What is your favorite breakfast: oatmeal  
  11. What is your favorite lunch: peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cheese crackers, fruit 
  12. What is your favorite dinner: pizza movie night (Mom's note: on Friday nights we make pizza and watch a movie together as a family. Basically, it's our favorite night of the week). 
  13. What is your favorite snack: popcorn; grapes 
  14. What is your favorite dessert: cupcakes  
  15. What do you sleep with at night: blankie  
  16. What is your favorite thing to play outside: pirates and princesses (a pretend game the girls and J play together), potions (we have various colors of water in various types of bottles and we mix them and pour them and measure them and pretend to cast spells on the bugs and flowers in the yard), jump rope
  17. What do you want for your birthday dinner: fruit salad and roasted cauliflower (I'll also be making panko crusted chicken tenders and we'll be having vanilla almond cupcakes with blackberry buttercream for dessert) 
  18. What do you want to be when you grow-up: an astronaut (Mom's note: She has wanted to be an astronaut for a while now and her knowledge of space is incredible. She wants to be the first girl on Mercury. She says she'll send me a postcard.) 
  19. Where is your favorite place to go: disneyland
  20. What is your favorite game: memory, who shook hook 

Sunday, February 08, 2015

Letter to my little Violet: 182 (+ 6) days

Dear Violet,
Last Monday was your half-birthday. At six months you are 15 pounds, 25 inches long and a full-fledged baby. One who can roar like a lion, roll to across the playroom in the blink of an eye, and wave hello. Over the past few weeks, you have really blossomed. Where was once a cuddly little baby, there is now a BABY! who MOVES! and SCREECHES! and EATS REAL FOOD!

It’s like you’re a real person or something. 
Your first food was butternut squash. You loved it. You've since had cauliflower, sweet potato, avocado and carrots. 

You have never been a particularly loud baby. You have always loved to watch and let your environment just soak in, but lately that has been changing as well. You are beginning to make all sorts of noise – squawks, roars, grunts. You babble at your toys. You squawk in your carseat. You squeal in delight in the bath and grunt at the dinner table when you’ve finished but the rest of the family has not.

You’ll notice this letter is a bit later than usual; that is because this past week will go down in the Rossini family history books as The Time We Were All Taken Out With The Flu. In fact, on your big day, instead of celebrating with great fanfare (you know, with bites of sweet potatoes and a flurry of photos) you and I spent the better part of the day curled in the fetal position, feverish, shivering and moaning.
But, you know what Violet, even in the midst of your misery; you were still such a happy baby. You spend most of your time smiling or laughing or gurgling with a sort of unyielding delight. You love to be placed on your back with your Sophie the Giraffe above your head, so you can flip, roll and grab it yourself. You love to watch your sisters play, smiling at their antics and laughing at their silly faces.

Lately, your hand-eye coordination has improved exponentially. We would not have know it a few months ago, but it turns out that you are a hand-eye GENIUS. I brag about it all the time. You can grab your toes! You can splash water! You can turn the pages in board books! You can practically feed yourself! Your father, sisters and I delight in watching you grow and learn and change. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we could have never imagined that having you would bring us so much joy.
Sometimes I pick you up, shower you with kisses and exclaim I LOVE THIS GIRL! And it feels like I just cannot contain it, like there is love for you popping out of me in twelve direction at once. But, it’s true, sweetheart. It’s true.
I love you more than all the stars in the sky and the water in the ocean.

Love, Momma

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Sick Girls

Today is a sick day at the Chez Stars household. Me and all three girls are recoving from bad colds, so we're on our third day of Operation Lay Low, feel yucky and Mostly Do Nothing At All.

Actually, that's not true. We've read about a million and one books. We've watched several movies. I've read two novels (The Parent Backpack and 46 pages. Both are fantastic reads, especially the latter one). We've been playing with our doll house. We've finished several puzzles. We've been playing Rainbow Brite. Daisy and Lily have been wearing their rainbow brite belts and sprinkle star dust on Violet in hopes she'll feel better. We color. We paint. We snuggle. This morning we ventured out to the backyard for some much needed vitamin D to make chalk pictures and blow bubbles.
While I feel pretty miserable, and I hate when my babies are miserable, I have enjoyed all the snuggles and down-time that comes with sick days. These days we don't have much time to lie around and read story after story, and I rarely have a chance to watch a whole entire movie with the girls snuggled on my lap, and a baby sleeping in my arms. So, while we're snotty and coughy and generally gross we're not so miserable after all.