You are Six. Half a dozen. A whole hand plus one. Six!
Six years ago at 10:44PM, after the absolute longest day of my whole life I saw your beautiful face for the first time. I could just barely spy you over the curtain, and I was only able to get a quick glance at you before you were whisked away, but that moment is forever sealed on my heart. You were so tiny and strong. So beautiful.
I love you. Sometimes I see that little dimple right above your mouth and my heart swells. Sometimes I see you dancing and playing so freely and I can’t imagine a greater love than I feel for you.
Your life has been in an uproar for, oh, the last three years. Sometimes I think you are so rigid, and then I remember all you’ve done in the past years. Two new sisters, two huge moves, Papa’s graduation and ordinations. You are the most resilient little one. Well, not-so-little one. You have adjusted so well to life in West Virginia.
Right now you are still interested in anything scientific. I recently cut off your access to Magic Tree House books because I thought they were worrying you a bit much. You teared up and said, “You’re keeping science from me! Those books are full of science!” Dinosaurs, chemistry, physics are all your things. You’re a big fan of social studies and history, too. You just love information.
You recently have started telling some pretty awesome jokes and making puns. You’ve told horrid ones for a few years, but now they’re getting good! You’re interested in magic and slight of hand. You can pull a quarter out of an ear with the best of them!
You love to sing, dance, and I know you miss gymnastics terribly. You’ll start again in a month or so and i can’t wait to watch you start flipping about again! You are very talented and hardworking, and you are so good at it!
I always tell you that being beautiful is lovely and being smart is wonderful (you are both, of course), but what is most important is to be kind. And my word, Adeline Marilyn, you are so very kind and generous (well, sometimes not to Katherine…). I notice how you make sure other kids are included in play. You will give the last bite of your ice cream to your sister. You make me a dozen pictures a day.
You are headstrong and stubborn. You have the sweetest singing voice ever, even if it is singing Frozen songs on repeat. You have the funkiest clothing style. You are nearly fearless.
This year you will be in first grade! We’re home schooling again this year and I am so looking forward to seeing what you can do!
I wrote this without mentioning your piety and love for Christ and the Church. Papa reminded me! We’ve struggled a bit with church over the past year, but it seems we’ve hurdled that. You remember the majority of hymns from the liturgy and I catch you singing them frequently at home and in the right places at church. You love to read about saints and Bible stories and once you’ve read or heard them you can tell them in your own words. You know the Creed and almost all of the English words in liturgy. Sometimes you correct me when we are talking about a saint or story…and 99% of the time you are correct!
We have hard days sometimes, love. You challenge me in ways I can not begin to express, but you make me try my hardest. I want to be my best for you. That started six years ago when I first looked at your beautiful face.
Adeline, I love you more than ice cream. I love you more than books. I love you more than pizza. I love you more than anything!
May God grant you many years, my dear one! May those years be beautiful, happy, and healthy!
I love you,
You are one today! A year ago you entered this world peacefully and beautifully. A whole year ago.
You are the sweetest little soul. You might be the happiest baby ever…outside of the house. Whenever we are in public or at church I hear the crowds you have won over by your giant, easy smile and laugh. Everyone you meet feels special because you smile at each of them so easily. ”Oh, she likes me!” is something I hear nearly every day.
You are walking, running, and chattering (especially at Papa). You love church and never make an irritated sound there, though you make plenty of irritating ones! Immediately upon entering the sanctuary you always remember how fun zurbers are to make right in your mama’s face! You sing along with the chanting, seem to know a note or two of some Frozen songs, and love, love, love to dance.
And eat. You eat everything given to you. So far you are the easiest eater I’ve ever had, though it’s hard to keep the food coming fast enough for you!
Sleeping still isn’t your strong suit, but we’ve asked a lot of you with all of the upheaval we’ve had over the last month or two.
You love your sisters dearly and are already trying to be just like them. You already have games you play together. Games you’ve figured out without listing rules or methods, but you all seem to know them. I pray that the three of you will always be close and be dear friends.
You love peek-a-boo, spinning in circles, frustrating your sisters, sitting in the refrigerator and growling. I find you randomly laying in unlikely places. Your eyes disappear when you smile. Your sisters still hug you a little too hard…and sometimes around the neck. Everyone loves you so, so much.
Bean, you are the third born and so much of your life has been unceremonious. Your birthday won’t be much different. Instead of a party and photoshoot we will have a quick store-bought (but very cute) cake after church with our new parish family and then take off for summer camp. I know you will have fun. Maybe the most fun of all of us!
Your presence in this family has tipped the scale in favor of the children. We have lived one year with the three of you outnumbering the two of us. We have our rough moments, but dear one, you bring us so much joy. Your personality is huge and I cannot wait to see what one-year old you will be like.
I love you, Beatrice.
The moment he has worked toward for so long. By the grace of God, he is now Father Matthew. From seminarian, to graduate, to Deacon, to priest, to proistamenos in 15 days. Axios!
There once was a princess named Adeline. There was also a prince. Princess Adeline said to the prince, “Do you like math?”
The prince said, “Yes!”
Then Princess Adeline said, “Do you like reading?”
The prince said, “Yes!”
Then Princess Adeline said, “Do you like chemistry?”
The Prince said, “Yes!”
Then Princess Adeline married the prince.
We spent the weekend in New Hampshire with our koumbadi, Stacey and Theo. It was lovely to have four grown-ups to to the three girls. One adult for each child and one adult for the stuff. It worked beautifully.
And then we came home. Stacey and Theo were back to their lives, Matthew was back to work and school, and I was once again outnumbered. Today is day two of adjusting back to the norm. Yesterday was not super awesome. The day included a shattered 9×13 glass baking dish, a hard to wake toddler who fell asleep in the middle of the living room while life happened all around her, and a non-napping baby who had been held for four days straight. I vacuumed the same room three times. Once to clean it, the second time to clean up the millions of granules of salt that Adeline scattered ALLLL over, and the third time to clean up the glass dish mess. Score.
Today I was determined to have a better day. Unfortunately, Beatrice did not get the memo and was up a billion times before 7am. Luckily, Matthew is the absolute best co-parent ever and had coffee made by the time he left for class, excused me from grocery shopping with the trio this morning, and then went grocery shopping after dinner so I didn’t have to stress about it.
In any case, these things happened today:
As I was putting awayy a book about Holy Friday that Adeline had been reading, Katherine asked for it. I told her that it was a book that I wanted to read with her (so she wouldn’t destroy it) and I didn’t wish to read it right now.
K: “Please, mama, please?! The book with Jesus with no shirt on?!”
Me: “No, sweetie, I need to put it away.”
K: “But that’s my God!”
She got the book.
Her retelling of the book was, “Jesus took off his shirt, then he got very sad, and then he died.”
Adeline spent about thirty minutes walking around the house making a list of things that are made of paper. This kept her busy for a whopping thirty minutes, which is like a second vacation for me. Girl would spend every minute of the day talking if no one made her stop. This was her own initiative and I was super grateful for it.
As Matthew was leaving for lunch today, he looked over and saw K pulling on the curtains, wrapping them around her head like they were a head covering.
Matthew: “Katherine, get out of the curtains, please!”
K: “Papa, I being Mary!”
M: “Mary, get out of the curtains!”
K: “I not Mary, I Kiki!”
Adeline chose Jan van Os to learn more about. We’ve cut out most of our curriculum for home schooling and are just flying by the seat of our pants. Our original tactic was not working for Adeline and so we are now leaning toward life skills and the arts. We’re enjoying it. In any case, we’re looking forward to learning about his life, still lifes, and making our own still lifes.
Adeline and Katherine put their own laundry away as I folded it. This is going to be a new tradition.
Katherine had NO accidents today. Panties all day!
I actually kept up on the dishes.
I’m almost caught up on the laundry.
Beatrice did not nap…again.
It’s 10:15pm, my house is a complete disaster but no one was hurt, all needs have been met up to this moment, and this home is Q-U-I-E-T. A much better day than yesterday.