I have the pleasure of being a father to four girls and a boy.
Our oldest, known here as the Alpha Child, is joyful, eccentric and can be, um, difficult. She is a natural performer. This past year she sang, ‘A Few of My Favorite Things’, from The Sound of Music at her schools talent show. Did a great job for a nine year-old. My Facebook friends can poke around on my wall and find the clip. When she was researching saints at school this year, she had to say what cause she would be the saint of. I suggested that she could be the patron saint of dramatic little girls. Note to self: Dramatic little girls don’t like to be called dramatic little girls.
Our second daughter, Julia Grace, died when she was very young. She still looms very large in my perception of the world. She would be turning five about this time of year. The kids have a cousin that is her age and I often watch cousin Izzy and wonder what Julia would be doing now. And so it goes.
Next down the line is The Cuteosaurus. The running joke with her was to pick an adjective or action and add ‘osaurus’ to it. Burposaurus, screamosaurus, eatosaurus, etc. The CS has steel in her. She is four and half now. When she was 1-2, she would scream this piercing scream to get what she wanted. It drove my wife to go back to work. Seriously. It took a lot of work to get her to stop screaming and start asking, but we got there. Now she is the easiest of the kids to manage. She just wants to make you happy and has a mostly sunny disposition. The screaming will return on occasion, but nothing beyond the scope of what one would expect from a kid her age. The CS is the most driven of our children and I expect that she will be the one to go into the business world.
Finally, we come to LJ. (That not a nickname or anything. Her nickname has her actual name in it and I’m one of those paranoid types who tries not to list his kids names on his blog.) LJ is two and half and knows the exact moment when my wife and I are too busy with the others to pay attention to her. She can switch between ornery and sweet very quickly and I never know quite what to expect. I got her out of the bath the other day and she put her head on my shoulder and said, ‘I’m so happy to see you daddy.’ It really get’s you. Five minutes later she was screaming at me because she didn’t want me to put lotion on feet. That really gets me, too.
So there you go. With summer around the corner, I expect things to get a little hectic. We put in an offer on a house last month, so if all goes well, our summer will include a move. Four kids and a move? No sweat. (end delusional statement)
I’ll cover Biffie (the boy) later.
And so it goes.