Well, I was up late reading my book, and that was good because Ammon puked in the night. I was already awake and Ammon was so darling when I went to him. He said, “Sowee, Mama,” (“Sorry, Mama”) as I cleaned him up and gave him a bath. Of course as soon as he apologized I covered his sweet little face in kisses and told him he was just fine and that Mama loves, no wait, adores him.
Earlier in the day I packed him in the car to drop off Lydia before he had a chance to eat breakfast. A delayed meal is Ammon’s worst nightmare. He sobbed like his heart was breaking, and as I pulled out of our cul-de-sac, he looked forlornly out the window and wailed, “NANA, WHERE ARE YOU???” He just knew if his Nana had been around, she would have fed him. Ammon doesn’t often talk in complete sentences, so his ability to string together this grief-stricken sentiment made me burst out laughing. I laughed almost the entire drive and fed him immediately when we got home.
(This scenario followed shortly on the heels of our Saturday dinner, which was also a delayed meal. Ammon was so hungry–to his mind–we do actually feed him frequently–that he again sobbed until he couldn’t bear it any more. When the food finally came, he was practically too sad and exhausted to eat so he put his head down on his tray in sorrow instead. We all thought this was adorable because it was such a visual depiction of the depth of Ammon’s love for food.)
Just as Ammon is passionate about food, Lydia is passionate about foreign people and foreign languages. I felt so bad for not enrolling her in a Mandarin immersion program because she is bananas about anything from China…but in light of the fact that she struggled to learn to read basic English, it’s probably good we put her in a school that would help her with that.
Thankfully for Lydia, her school also offers foreign languages to the students. They told us that we, the parents, could pick a language for our child, but it turns out that Lydia somehow managed to enroll herself in German without consulting us.
Had she asked, I would have given her choice my enthusiastic consent because I too love German. I still have some German books around from when I studied it, and discovering those books today made Lydia’s day. She went to sleep tonight studying the German-English, English-German dictionary. Since, as mentioned before, reading is not her strong suit, I honestly wondered how she would fare with the dictionary. I really don’t know if she read much at all, but she certainly loved flipping through the pages and attempting to read.
I love this girl.