#this is six

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There’s a Father/Daughter Valentine’s Day dance today and I’m so sad Greta isn’t there. She would love it. I’m looking at photos online and it is so up her alley. Red and pink and sparkly and heart decorations. Candy and chips and cookies. It looks adorable and sweet and I hate that she’s missing out because she doesn’t have a dad. (I did think about finding a friend’s husband to take her, but I don’t really know anyone who would be a good fit for that, and then I forgot it was tonight). Lots of her friends from dance are there and I hope they don’t mention it at ballet tomorrow. I’m also sad for me, which is sort of ridiculous, but I’d love to help her get into a fancy dress and paint her nails sparkly and take photos and hear all about the great time she had when she gets home. I want to say “who does Father/Daughter dances anymore” but the truth of the matter is, given where country is politically, I bet we’ll see a lot less inclusion, not more. That doesn’t mean inclusion isn’t worth fighting for, just that we need to pick our battles. And personally, I’ll go to bat for Black History month remaining in public schools, but I’m not choosing dances as my hill to die on. Still, I’m sad and ready to have a sad kid tomorrow.

On the plus side, she just burst into my room dressed as a cow and made me laugh. So there’s that.

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Greta: What is this song?

Me: The Rainbow Connection. It’s sung by Kermit the Frog

Greta: A frog?

Me: it’s a puppet

Greta: Well, the frog’s not very good

Me: You don’t like Kermit the Frog’s singing?

Greta: I mean, he’s no Shania Twain

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I moved our dining table from our open plan living room into the connected kitchen, and placed it on a rug the kids used to play on. And now the kids all crawl under the table to play on the rug. Which wasn’t the goal at all, but is a nice outcome as it means more floor space and fewer kids underfoot. I highly recommend under table play spaces.

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“Mommy, if Birth Mom keeps making poor choices, will we adopt Baby Henry?”

Big questions from Greta, who is now six years old and precocious as anything. I explained that Baby Henry is still only visiting us, though it’s longterm (court happened and he’s officially placed with us).

Two days later:

“Mommy, you know how we are getting a baby? Well, maybe Baby Henry could be that baby. And he could live with us forever. But it’s okay if not, because then we can get a different baby instead.”

She was so factual, didn’t seem stressed or concerned. We talked about how Baby Henry will always be her brother, no matter where he lives. That it’s nice to have him be with us right now. That no one knows the future, but that I will always share news with her and Felix after I receive it.

It has not been an easy transition, but it has also been an easy transition. They are all siblings in the most stereotypical ways you can think of (squabbling, jealousy, loving fiercely).

Things don’t feel completely real to me. All of this happening around the holidays has placed us in a sort of limbo - routines are so shuffled already. It’s a break in reality. I assume we’ll come crashing down to earth at some point. I can’t believe I’m raising 3 kids (indefinitely).

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Just a couple of adorable quotes from this weekend. Felix is now 8 & Greta is 6. (Time flies!)

Felix, out of nowhere. “I don’t feel like dancing, I had a long day.”

Greta, when learning we were going to a local festival. “Mommy, I’m going to get my face painted like a tiger and scare you to heavens!”

Felix, when offered a slice of cake at a birthday party. “No thank you, I’ve already had plenty of sugar today.”

Felix to Greta after they had an argument. “When I say mean things to you, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I like you. Well, most of the time I like you.”

Felix, to Greta when she asked if he liked her outfit. “You look good in anything.”