There have been so many things going on around here for the past few weeks that it is tough to keep up. At the end of the day I am totally drained and it is a toss up - tell you all about what exciting (or rather mundane) things have been happening around here at the Vaicius house or pour a glass of wine, throw on an old t-shirt and watch some mind-numbing Real Housewives of Wherever. Sometimes my will to be creative and create a journal for Luz and James is beaten down by laziness. Other times, I think about a moment that made me smile, something that I want to freeze in time, a memory I want to share with the kids but know I will forget before it could ever mean anything to them.
Here is a moment a few weeks ago at their friend, Sadie's, birthday party. 2 year old peer pressure v. 5 (almost 6) year old terror. 2 year old peer pressure won. Almost 6 year-old put on a brave face but you can still see the fear...poor boo:
And this one, just before a 'look Ma, no hands moment'
Salt in wounds, one would think, but for her it was more like 'are you crazy, you could fall and hurt yourself...kids have to fall off of these things all the time...they seem so incredibly unsafe.' There is nothing wrong with being risk-adverse, with hedging one's bets. Perhaps she has a future as an actuary. Or maybe she has had to sit through too many of my war stories.
But you cannot fool me. I know there is bravery inside of that almost 6 year old. I see if every day and so does he, which is why he made her sit beside him.