Pictures, Pictures...

8/19/10 - 2230 hours

(Jordyn finds a picture of my and my Grandma Kramer while we are cleaning out the computer room...)

Jordyn: "Mommy, look - it's a picture of me...and my grandma!"

Me: "No, it's a picture of ME...and MY grandma!"

Jordyn: "Oh! Look, you have blonde hair like me."

Me: "Yes, I did when I was little"

Jordyn: "Mommy, where's your Grandma live?"

Me: "Well, she did live in Iowa...but she went to Heaven a long time ago."

Jordyn: "She went to Heaven?"

Me: "Yes, when I was a little girl"

Jordyn: "Oh...do you miss your Grandma in Heaven?"

For some reason...hearing her say that really hit me hard.

Me: "I sure do...I wish you could have met her"

Jordyn: "Yeah, me too." ... "Look, she has shoes just like my Grandma!" (she did)

And then she was on to something else...finding a picture of her, me and my mom...but first she propped up the picture so we could look at it.

Grandma Kramer, I sure wish I could have known you longer...I miss you.

Aspiring Activist

This actually happened a few weeks ago, but I forgot to post it when it happened.

Late July, 2010

(Background on this - the church I attend, Valley Unitarian Universalist, marched in the Phoenix Gay Pride parade this fall, and Jordyn came with me. I had bought a tambourine for the parade, and I found it in a bag and gave it to her, and this is what ensued...)

Jordyn: *picks up the tambourine and starts beating a rhythm out* "Na Na, Na Na, We Like Nananana"

Me: "What?"

Jordyn: "We're gay! We're straight! We like to go to church together"

Me: *dumbfounded* (That was the chant we used the whole time...but she wasn't chanting with us at the parade...mostly sleeping in her wagon. And she was beating the exact rhythm on the tambourine that I was)

Ready for the protest marches already!!

Anger Management

8/18/2010...1930 hours

(Driving to choir practice with the kids. Just had a stressful 45 mins in Buy Buy Baby and I had yelled at Jordyn for not listening..and I was feeling guilty...)

Me: "Hey Baby...I'm really sorry I yelled at you. It just makes me really sad when you don't listen to me."

Jordyn: "It's okay Mommy. (pause) I feel sad sometimes when I yell at you too. I'm sorry I yelled at you..and I love you."

Me: *starts to cry*

Jordyn: "Mommy, why are you sad?"

Me: "I'm not sad baby...I'm happy. I love you so very much"

God I love that girl so much.

Adventures in poo-poo

This conversation is another shining example of why I started this blog...and a reminder that I need to post more often!

(WARNING - May be TMI for non parents!)

July 24, 2010...1945 hours

(in the McDonald's potty)

Jordyn - (who has just produced a poop bigger than many adults and is now having a bit of final dribbles) "mommy those are poo poo drops"

Me - "yes they are"

Jordyn - "Raindrops fall from the sky...and poo poo drops fall from my butt"

Me - Trying not to laugh...and failing. she joins me with that huge grin of hers.

The logic of a 3 1/2 year old never fails to amaze me...

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Her Mother's Daughter...

12/9/09, 2130 hours

Jordyn: "Aw, Shit!!" (upon walking into the house with me and seeing a coffee cup the dog chewed up and destroyed.)

Me: "What did you say?"

Jordyn: *looks at me and grins*

Yup. Her mother's daughter.

Shit...

I mean...oh crap.

The Conversation that Inspired this Blog

12/9/09 around 1130 hours:

Jordyn (getting out of bath): "Mommy, I'm feeling sad"

Me: "Why are you sad?" (wrapping her in her towel)

Jordyn: "That music makes me sad" (Referring to my iPod still playing music for her sleeping baby brother)

Me: "The music is making you sad?" (picking her up and holding her to my chest)

Jordyn: *nods*

Me: "Why does the music make you sad?"

Jordyn: ...

Me: "Is it because you used to listen to it when you would go to sleep?"

Jordyn: "Yeah"

Me: "But it's not sad music. It's a happy song, about a mommy who loves her baby"
(My bad - I was thinking it was Circle of Life from The Mother Album, Susan McKeown, when it was actually Avalon from the Avalon: A Celtic Legend by Enaid.)

Jordyn: ...

Me: "Does it make you sad because it reminds you of your old house* ?"

Jordyn: "Yeah"

Me: "Do you miss your old house? And your old room?"

Jordyn: "Yeah"

Me: "But do you like your new house? And your new room?"

Jordyn: "Yeah"

Me: "You just miss your old house and room sometimes?"

Jordyn: *nods*

Me: "Me too baby....me too."

She puts her head on my shoulder and hugs me tight. And then I just held her and let a couple of tears fall.

My baby is growing up too fast...


(*The house is emotional because we suddenly lost our house to foreclosure without notice in October, and had a week to pack up, find a place and move. I know it was traumatic for her, as it was for us)

Conversations with my daughter...the inspiration

Yesterday morning, I had a conversation with my daughter that was profound, moving, and made me realize just how fast she's growing up, and how much I want to remember these times in her life. Today she's 3 years old...and today is the day that I will start preserving these memories for myself, her, and everyone else to see.

Of course, she is not my only child...as my son grows up, I'll document his memories as well. But for now...these are conversations with my daughter.

These will be uncensored and honest recollections and recitations of conversations we've had...good, bad and everything in-between. Enjoy reading...