(Author: Sarah)
It has finally happened: I have received a proposal of marriage. Actually, it wasn't so much a proposal as a statement that we would get married. Unfortunately, I had to inform William that it is unanimously frowned upon to marry interfamily.
To which he responded: You're not family; you're a Sarah.
Yeah, see, I am elevated above the status of aunt. I am A Sarah. That is a stature that not everyone can attain. In church when he was asked who is in his family, he answered: mommy, daddy, a brother, a sister, and a Sarah. As if every one as one of those, a Sarah
And as a Sarah, I feel it is my responsibility to teach them pertinent information and phrases. So, in accordance with that self-mandated goal, I have been teaching them the phrase of "No way, Jose." Michael and Williamnow say it quite often, and I have gotten Carlie to 'say' it. Some one will say, "Carlie, say 'No way, Jose." And she says "o-way o-way." (sometimes adding more o-ways). It is so adorable! And we have started giving each other a fist bump and saying 'hoorah.' And they love doing it, even more so than a high-five. I'll say, "give me a hoorah," and then they give me a fist bump. If I ask Michael or William to give me a hoorah, Carlie has to come over and give me one too. Even if she is eating, she will run over, put the food down and then give me a hoorah.
Michael is able to identify 80 to 90 percent of the alphabet now. It is a bit of a challenge for him to distinguish between T/I, B/D, and U/Y. It's cute because he got a box of those nasty-tasting, cheap heart candies today -- that's not the cute part -- And he would bring over one heart at a time to me. He would ask me what it said. So I asked him to tell me the letters. He 'reads' the words backwards. I kept trying to get him to identify the letters left to right, but I guess that will come in time. After he read the letters, I would tell him what they spelt. But I got it wrong every time. Apparently, they all said either Heart, Michael, or Love Michael. Strange that.
This past Friday, after our big snow storm, William and I played out in the snow. We, and by we I mean I, shoveled the snow to make a cool snow fort. William imagined it to be a fort; then a pirate ship, where he was Captain Hook and repeatedly killed Peter Pan; and then a some kind of abode for a deadly snow worm. The structure was quite versatile. At one point, after shoveling for over an hour, I commented to William that I was getting tired. His remedy? Keep shoveling. That's seriously what he told me! "If you shovel more, you won't get tired." And don't get me wrong, he did help. Every now and then he would condescend to shout out to me, "Good work." and "Great job, Sarah." That was motivation indeed.
Carlie is able to say apple, (ba)nana, cracker, and the all-purpose word: (Pl)ease. I have actually found that word to become somewhat annoying because she uses it for EVERYTHING! So she will come over to you and say please while signing it, which is cute. But, unfortunately, you haven't got a clue what she wants. So you start playing the guessing game. And after about ten guesses both you and she become frustrated. Then she start saying please louder, as if that helps, and sometimes adding a few tears to see if that will help the slow, stupid adult understand what she wants. But she is so cherubic. Her favorite things? Her brothers. She doesn't have an opinion about TV one way or the other, but her brothers? Now, that's a cool, interactive form of entertainment. And they love showing off for her.
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