Wednesday, May 29, 2013

tiny dancers.

Guess what?

It's WEDNESDAY NIGHT. OOOOOOOOOOOoooooo YYYYYEEeeeeah.

I am sitting here with my Asian Wonton salad at the corner bakery and its about to get some shady up in heya.

I decided that for this special night away, spent writing and recording and whatnot, I was going to shake up the ENTIRE blogging scene. Attempt something really different. 

I'm going to post pictures of my children.
Explore thoughts on motherhood
Demonstrate a pendant banner tutorial
Share a cupcake recipe
And lastly,
 photograph my shoes.

YOU GOT IT HERE FIRST FOLKS. internet revolution right here.

Okay fine. I don't know how to make a pendant banner. I will be eating a cupcake, but will not post the recipe. And I'm wearing old navy flip flops circa 2004. As much as you were hoping for saltwaters or rainboots. i know.

So let's just settle for talk and photos of my offspring?! Yes! Let's do it.

I always find it funny that whenever tyler and I actually get away, we spend the large majority of our time oogling cell phones pics of our kids and talking about how much we love them. It's so ironic that you spend your whole life waiting to get kids, then you get them...then you spend the rest of your life desperately searching for every possible opportunity to LEAVE THEM WITH A BABYSITTER. Your survival literally depends on the daily and weekly countdowns between nap time, bedtime, and away time. 
And sigh, that moment when you finally get AWAY. GLORY BE. And what do you do that time? Pull out your phone, watch videos from the day, and generally obsess over them for the entirety of the evening. It's a beautiful, twisted cycle...this parenthood thing.

But regardless of the night off, I am in the mood to think about my girls. 

The photos loaded in no particular order, so we will start with Miss Ellie Jane:




There are never words for Ellie Jane. Only metaphorical fireworks and dancing monkeys and sprinkles everywhere.


A perpetual nudist (still). In fact, we were introduced to the fourth house down the street via Ellie's escape...

pantless
diaperless

Oh hiiiiii, we're the Haacks. 

(Insert: Sheepish what are ya gonna do? smile)


Donut lover. Life enthusiast. Joy injector.




Up next: London Rae.


London is the child whom Tyler and I exchange the most "SERIOUSLY WHERE DID THIS CHILD COME FROM?" glances over. Sometimes the glances express themselves in the form of pure adoration. Like, how did we get so lucky? and could she be any cuter? Other times the glances express themselves in the form of pure frustration. Like, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? and run for YOUR LIVES cuz you don't want to be anywhere within 200 miles of the volcanic emotion when this girl hits puberty.
 I still need to find the next Beverly Cleary-esque author and convince them that THIS IS THE CHILD they need to use for their inspiration. She is pure gold. She is pure LonDRAMA. We are smitten.

Just look at that stink eye: homegirl delivers the most legit stink eye. 

The other day I called over to her, "Hey London, will you please run upstairs and grab me Emerson's pacifer?"

She paused, sat in a quiet moment of reflection and replied sincerely and sweetly,

"Ummm. How about I stay and sit hewe and YOU go upstairs and geddit?"


or the other day when I caught her sneaking her hand into Ellie's bowl of popcorn instead of her own. Ellie started shrieking and I reprimanded London.
She protested in sly indignation:

"Mom! I wasn't eating her popcown!......
I was just oyganizing it."
{organizing it}

But for all her Londisms, she is such a darling and sweet big sister. A little mother by nature. A gigantic hearted carebear and I want to squeeeeeeeze this girl daily.

Now for my Lily Lu:



Lately, I call her my little mad scientist. She's all about projects and insects and scheming to amass her next monetary fortune, all so she can turn around and blow it in one shopping trip to Micheal's crafts or the Dollar Tree. Just today she asked me to help her boil an egg for her next "experiment". She's a good little worker, this one. She LOVES garage sales and flea markets, which I am not going to lie makes me positively loopy with pride.
She is transitioning well in her new school, praise to the heavens above. It causes me such anxiety to think of her being uncomfortable. The first week in, she wasn't eating her lunch. When I picked her up at school and saw her full lunch box I asked what was up. She explained she couldn't eat at lunch because there was a "strange boy" she couldn't quit looking over at.
Apparently, there was a little boy who only has one eye. It is Lily's first encounter with this, and she was getting totally freaked out and losing her appetite. When I discovered this my heart broke for the little boy. I quickly explained that God made him just the same as Lily, and only having one eye doesn't make a difference at all.
But I could tell, she still couldn't overcome her squeemies about it. I explained to her that often we confuse different for scary. It is a normal and common mistake, but one we have to recognize and correct. We need to spend more time WITH differences like these, and not run away from them. Once she got used to seeing a person with a disability she would become more comfortable and the squeemies would go away. She would see that they are people just. like. us. Just like her. She perked up a bit.

Then I got overly cocky with my parental ingeniousness and empathetic savvy and everything derailed from there. I got rolling and before you know it this came out,

I know! When we get home I will GOOGLE one-eyed people for you. We'll go take a look at LOTS of one eyed pictures and you will get used to it!"

WHAAAAAAAAAAT?

I know I know. Once I SAID it, I HEARD it.

 Dear Unfit Parents Club, please accept my enrollment form. 
{What? I'm already a member? The elected PRESIDENT you say?}

I quickly changed the subject from there and we moved on. But, it made for a lovely moment when Lily exclaimed to me in front of another adult later that week, "Hey Mom! You forgot! You promised we were going to look at the one eyed people on the intranet!"

Oh my gosh you silly girl where did you get a silly idea like that I never said that funny thing this kid always saying the darndest things i never said that we don't google one eyed people how insensitive and strange and oh my gosh i never said that lily let's go get ice cream see you later bye! the end.



And last but NEVER NOT FOR ONE SECOND LEAST!: EMERSON!!



mMMMMM. mMMMMM. MMMMM. This is getting hard to type because I want to go home and squish her up. My baby.

We're down to our last bits of breastfeeding. I am happy and I am sad. The best part of breastfeeding  a fourth child is the total refuge they create. When breastfeeding I have no choice but to find regular, solitary moments when the two of us can escape and run away from all the hooliganism and anarchy just outside a locked nursery door. Once safely inside, while disregarding all the banging coming from the monkeys trying to bust into our holy retreat, she and I sit and nurse. I stare over and over at the perfectness of my sweet baby girl. And with her smiley eyes she looks back at me and I am almost certain that she is promising she will never turn as naughty as those three older sisters of hers. Never not ever. Right Emmie girl? Right.

Her temperament is so golden. It really is. She is cheery and Buddha-like: a wise little observer who instills peace and good vibes on anyone who rubs her belly. Fourth kids just come equipped with better survival mechanisms and instinct, I swear! 

Emerson, slooooow down. Stay my baby forEVER, please.


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{Dance routines and dress ups are a daily occurrence in our living room}


Yes, even on my nights off I love to think about my girls. How different they each are.


How each little aspect of their unfolding personalities creates a new dynamic to our fold.


They are each their own little instruments, composing their very own songs.


Comprising quite the family band.
A loud band.
A maddening band.
A deafening band.

a. rockin'. band.


They are so alive



They are so wonderful.


They are my music.




and we be jammin'.








5 comments:

Alexis said...

OH HEAVENLY DAY...I scrambled to the computer at the crack of dawn hoping you had posted and sure nuff you did!!!
AHHHHHH, love these girls. Miss them - it hurts...and funny thing, I almost text Tyler (and you) yesterday - I was missing sweet Tyler! Lucky mom I am to have him love my girls and take such good care of them...I miss his good nature and hand rubbing and shout outs during video games....
No clever comments today from me - my heart is bulging and my throat is clogged with emotion.
Life is good...8 wonderful children; 4 "how did we score these awesome sons & daughters-in- law?"; 7 of the most adorable grandchildren ever to inhabit the planet - (AND 3 WONDERFUL BABY BOY HOOLIGANS ON THE WAY!!!)...I have a "joy" headache.
Peace out -
MOM

The Mrs. said...

Lily is looking so grown up.
Jamee
xoxo

Lauren Pryor said...

Hello my dear!! I have hunted you down via your adorable blog as we are practically neighbors ( ok I know that's a bit of a stretch) now and see if you and your beautiful little family ever make it this way. I would love to see you and we are up in Temecula all the time which is a little closer to you... I think.. Anyways, hope you are well and would LoVE loVE LoVE to see you!!!!!

Rae Corner said...

@ Mama: i love you and your joy headaches.;)

Jamee: i knowwww...right?!! it's scary.

Rae Corner said...

@ lauren!:

Lauren!!!!! Get out! We would LOVE to hang?! Are you in San Diego? We want to do a little weekend excursion hopefully soon. I will definitely get your number and call you if we do! Email me whenever you're close by too!