Three years ago, while Jeremy was still in Georgia getting our house together to sell and I was living here alone with four children, I started reading the Bible to the kids over breakfast.[Read more…]
I am drowning, I wrote to myself in my journal. No, that’s not right. I’m being bricked in. It was a few weeks after Beatrice was born. I was already back in the swing of things–I had been since her second week. Schooling, housekeeping, childrearing, everything. I had sent a text a friend saying I felt “thin”, like Bilbo with the ring. To another, I confessed, Number Six may be the one that does me in.[Read more…]
Eldore turned fifteen months on the nineteenth of February.
As I’m typing, the little man himself is busily darting from one end of the room to the other. He has a washcloth in his hand. He runs this way, then that way, then sits down by the door, then disappears for a second (Mom! Dodo’s in the trash! Clive yells at me.) Then he’s running back near me again, now with one of my hair ties, and he’s trying to fit in on the back of Elvie’s junior chair.
Then he’s got pencils, and I tell Clive to get them from him. Eldore complies willingly, like it’s all part of the game, then goes straight back to drawer where he found them in the first place. “No, Eldore!” He looks at me for a second like I’ve grown another head, then throws himself down to the floor on his belly, stretching his arms in front of him and his feet in the air. He never breaks eye contact when he does this. I’m not entirely sure what the gesture is supposed to communicate.[Read more…]
Eldore Rex turned fourteen months on January the 19th.
This month he took two leaps (or steps, as it were) forward: he started walking and talking.
The walking was partially at my insistence, picking him up and making him stand and take steps forward, which he mostly did gladly (except when he learned that sitting down made me react in a rather comical fashion, so then he did it on purpose.) After we indulged in this exercise for a day or two, he took it upon himself to begin taking steps around on his own.
Now, about two weeks later, he positively careens about the house, his legs still stuck in that stiff baby-walking way but his mind clearly set on running wherever his marionette-limbs will take him. He falls down, but mostly pops back up and keeps on rolling without even a second thought.
He’s officially the earliest walker we’ve had, but only by about two weeks. He may certainly be the most determined and haphazard walker we’ve seen yet.[Read more…]
Eldore turned thirteen months on the 19th of December.
I will try to remember what he was like then, and not what he is like now, after Christmas and New Years, when he’s really thirteen-and-a-half months old. At this age, change comes constantly and rapidly, and if you’re a couple of weeks late on an update (as I am now) you almost have a different child on your hands than you would have if you had written said update when you were supposed to.