Last week we tried making some Christmas candy together. I found a recipe for butter mints, but since we had no mint or peppermint extract, we made orange and lemon and maple instead.
I assumed the two older boys would be the ones to jump in an help, but it was actually Anselm that stuck with me through the whole process. He is very keen on helping, that one. If there is work going on, he is usually the first there. This is true for baking as well as home repair an renovation projects. He’s not too keen on cleaning, though.
Wilting spearmint, an almost-finished cup of coffee, a stray apple, and the two-year-old who’s after it. She’s already eaten an apple this morning, so I won’t let her eat another, yet. She’s contented herself, instead, with peeling off the stickers and placing them on herself.
For the last half-hour I have sat in the oversized easy chair and nursed the baby–the baby that now contorts himself every which way instead of lying contentedly against my chest. A friend said recently that nursing a baby boy is like trying to nurse an alligator. I wrangle him, and Elvie brings me apples until I tell her to stop. Then she brings me “abocados” instead.
Elvie Kay turned twenty-three months on the 3rd of February.
This is her last monthly update. Already things have slowed down enough that writing every month becomes somewhat difficult. She’s a character, alright, but not quite the quickly-changing character she has been. She’s settling into herself.
Miss Cakies turns twenty-two months today.
I have the day right and I have the months right, but after so many missed updates this year I keep second guessing myself and stopping to count and then recount again. It doesn’t seem right that we’re only two months away from Two Years Old, but then again I feel like she’s really older than she is. It has always been that way for me, ever since Clive was born. The children seem either older than they are or younger than they are, but never just their age. Maybe this is because they change so constantly.
Miss Elvie Kay turned twenty months on the third of November.
the ball dropped
I knew I had not posted several months of Elvie’s mostly updates, but I have to admit I was shocked to see these updates haven’t happened in six months. Six months! To say this pregnancy has been rough would be an understatement. Sorry, Cakey-Girl, for leaving these undone for so long.