Edie: Last night I had a dream about a zombie. It was half bird, half giraffe, half princess,
half chocolate. Cross out half chocolate. Okay here it goes. Half giraffe, half princess, half fairy. This kind of zombie shoots people. And half chocolate. It knows how to shoot a gun. And it can bite people and kill people also. You better a watch out for this kind of zombie. It bit me. Roly is going to tell the story.
Rory: ululululu uh. Uh. Me me me. Mmmmm. Hmm. Nn. Ahh!
Edie: It bit my foot. It bit my family. It bit a everything in my whole house. And in the world.
It’s a Shada. I mean the Amaryllis.
A Bromeliad with tadpoles from a from a frog.
A daffodil. I mean a daisy.
A Rainbow Tada
Do you want to hear the shortest story of all time without any words? And I’m not going to tell it. And neither of your family is going to tell it. Just my pet ghost. Ready?
Do you want to know Where the ghost is? I’m not going to tell you. You’ll be too scared. Okay, I’ll tell you. The ghost is you.
You are too big to nap
So the midday light had forgotten your lidded eyes
Your upper lashes kissing your lower
The angel Gabriel descended to Our Lady.
You told me stories and I sang you songs.
I felt your scalp asking my collarbone for another one
So I sang it again
A holy sacred hymn
I learned from Elvis or the disney channel.
Your neck gave up on holding up your head.
Your eyes gave up on staring into mine.
Your lips gave up on fluttering along with the songs I sang since before you were born.
And the midday light beheld your angelic
Craft glitter and boogers and banana slime
Frozen for a perfect moment
On your sleeping face.
You are almost too big to nap.
Oh Mama, did you forget this? Ooh this one. I think I made it in art class right? Oh, you have tho see this cute little birdy to hang on the Christmas tree. I know where this one’s from, Peru. I made this at art class too, a gingerbread. It’s like raruraru. Mom, I found some thing and it’s Jesus and it’s made out of crystals. Look what I found, an Angel. She’s going to be high in the sky like a real Angel. A hedgehog! A flower! Who did I get these from?
I’m going to hang it up; it’s beautiful. Look it, it’s like a real Christmas tree. Look at its star!
Can I hang this one up? Oh no, it broke an ear! And a leg too. Look at it, would you just look at it? I’ll hang this on top. How do you get this thing in? Maybe you put it like that. I’ll do it after. Now I’m going to look in the bag. I found a ruby crystal bird!
How ’bout that, mom? I’m going to put it where every single one can see it. What’s a feather doing in there? Look, it’s like a real Angel.
This is my too big pile. We must be very careful with this careful too big pile. Delicate.
All we have to do to fix it is glue the feather back on. Did you forget all about these elves? Oh, our cute nutcracker… I think it’s mine, it must be. I’m going to put it with the big one. I get it, the little one is mine and the big one is daddy’s.
We must watch a thousand towers collapse
Before our first structure rises
Above the littered nursery floor.
We stoop to conquer
And to surrender.
Gravity vanquishes ten times the cities
violence ever could.
How many impossible palaces never stand free of our fingers?
A lonely outpost dreads the coming horde.
Babylon, Alexandria, Rome.
Our monuments are all afternoon ancient, half sunk.
In the scattered ruins lie
every skyscraper yet to rise
above a metropolis some millenia away.
A few weeks ago, we celebrated little Rory finishing a whole year earthside with a small family-and-friends party in the mid-morning.
We were a bit worried it would be too crowded in our wee white house, but everyone crammed in just fine. Though we had planned for about eight children, each kid family we had invited had last minute troubles. Edie was disappointed and told me, “Mama, this party isn’t what I expected….” Of course that’s always a party hazard, and we can definitely understand how that happens!
The good news was, all the grownups were game for our silly plans! We made our own Wild Things puppets and ate lunch together. Rory wore his wolf suit and tamed us all with the magic trick of opening all his great presents and starting off cake time with his own slice.
It takes a little milk to make it through all this craziness.
When all that chocolate had been wiped up, Edie and her posse presented a very wild puppet show which Rory watched with delight. He clapped with all the rest of us and wiggled like a real King of all Wild Things.
Thank you to everyone who celebrated with us and to all the sweet family far away who sent gifts instead. It was so fun to jump into toddlerhood with our own wild rumpus!
I know lots of people were taking great photos (better than mine, since my iso was messed up), and I’d love to see them. Please post your favorites to the Huckleberries facebook page. Thanks!