Do you know my mommy?

Lillian's class was treated to breakfast with Mayor Sandy Lucy last month. She read to them, danced with them and answered questions. I was proud to see Poppy asked a question since she can be shy. I asked her what they talked about and she said she asked her if she knew her mommy. Turns out the mayor had already told me that story.

Strange bedfellows

The only thing really wrong with this picture is that Eleanor is missing. She is at an overnight trip with Peyton. Doesn't matter. If if she were here she wouldn't be here. She likes to sleep in her own bed. Not these two. They like to sleep in our bed. Actually, what is probably more true is that like to sleep with mommy and daddy. Maybe it would be even more true yet to say they like to sleep right up close and next to mommy and daddy. Mostly daddy because I need space. Brad says let them be little. Actually that's what he used to say about Meredith. She's hardly little anymore. In fact, he declared this week that he had carried her to bed for the last time. Guess he will be waking her up for a zombie like walk to her room any minute now. As for Poppy, she gets to stay until those sweet little baby cheeks go away. She is, after all, still little.

With love, Santa

 

Those that know us well, know how much we enjoy creating traditions for our girls.  One that has become a Christmas favorite is Santa's Christmas eve visit.  We haven't caught him yet, because he always comes when we are at Mass, but he always delivers new jammies, usually leaves a letter and lately, has been picking up Buddy our elf.  He doesn't leave any toys or other gifts.  It's like he just stops by to let us know he is in town and let's us know what we should be working on to make next year's Nice List.  

Here is this year's letter:

What a year!  I can’t believe how big the Pettet girls are getting. 

Meredith, I am so impressed by how hard you worked for your piano recital.  I know it is a lot work and, surely, you would rather play than practice, but I know how proud your family is of you and you did such a great job.  You are also working hard at school.  Way to go.

What a fabulous job is Eleanor doing at school! Your reading and artwork are terrific and you are such a nice girl at school.  You take your time and do good work.

Lillian, what a kind hearted child you are.  You do a remarkable job with your manners and are funny, always making people laugh. I know you are working hard on getting rid of your pull ups. Keep up the good work and I know you will get rid of those pull ups soon. I am proud of you. 

Don’t forget your sisters are a special gift from God.  Be nice to one another.

Your parents love you with their whole hearts.  Their number one job is to keep you safe help you grow up to be kind and loving people.  Love them back.  Always.

Tell the truth.  Lying is worse than anything you could ever do wrong.  Mommy, daddy and Jesus will always forgive you.

Don’t hit.

Words can hurt more than a punch in the nose, so use your words nicely.

Work hard at school, play, home and loving your family.

Dance silly. 

Read.  A lot.  The movie in your head is much better than the movie on TV.

Keep your room clean.

Be thankful.

Love God.

Help others.  Your lemonade stand is a very nice thing.  Jesus helped the needy, too.

Be a good friend.  Be a good girl.  Be a good sister.

Stay in your bed.

Love, Santa

PS - It is probably worth noting that several of these items were called out in last year's letter, too.  Must be why Eleanor and Lillian were quite concerned at bedtime.  Eleanor said "I'm still worried."  Lillian, thought she might get coal.  Both were relieved Christmas morn.

Christmas Card Sneak Peak

Admittedly, this is a little premature, but as I learn more and more about blogging I like to try out the new things I have discovered.  Consequently, dear blog readers, you get a sneak peak of what I hope our Christmas card will look like this year.  With any luck there should appear a slide show of photos from our weekend trip to Destin.  What a blessing to get to watch your children see the ocean for the very first time.  Happy to share.

A fire and hot cocoa

 

I am officially tired of the snow and cold, but I must say there is nothing cuter than kids in snow suits.  Not to mention it makes you want to shout "I can't put my arms down."  This was from Brad's first attempt to sled with the girls this winter.  They were very excited but they kept telling people that mommy didn't want to sled, she wanted to sit by the fire and drink hot cocoa.  There was no fire and no hot cocoa. Of course see below for what happened after the photo shoot and one or two trips down the hill.

Yep, that's us, driving away.  Suddenly a fire and hot cocoa didn't seem like such a bad option when compared to subzero weather and walking up that hill.  Of course Meredith and Daddy had a blast.  But we were warm!

The etiology of a nickname

People ask me frequently how a child named Lillian came to be called Poppy, instead of the more obvious flower nickname, Lily. Like most childhood nicknames a sibling was involved, but rather than being anointed Poppy, her name sort of evolved. Lillian was born when Eleanor was just 16 months old. Unfortunately Eleanor's toddler language skills were not quite developed enough for her to say the three syllables of Lillian or the double L sound. So she called her Lala (like the Teletubby.) And we did too. Eventually, as her language skills developed, Eleanor began to call her Lala. And we did too. In goofy "mother-of-a-newborn-ese" (that's the official language of sleep deprived, hormonal, postpartum women)Lolly became Lollipop. As Lillian grew so, too, did her personality. Eventually her nickname was being modified depending on her mood. If she was crabby, she was Pop Tart. If she was showing off she was Pop Star. If she was crying she was Poppy Top. From there we evolved (or perhaps regressed) to Poppy. Funny how a long name was shortened to a nickname which was then lengthened to another nickname was inevitably too long. Thus we arrived at a nickname of a nickname. Don't ask me how Eleanor came to be called Noodle, just be glad she reclaimed her name. I suppose Lillian will too, if not before, she will definitely do so when she is asked about the etiology of her nickname.