Friday, April 12, 2013
We had a couple of egg hunts this year. First, at Grandma Marsha's house in Colorado, when we were on our trip.
Then we came home and dyed eggs with Grandma and Aunt Ann. I remembered to get vinegar!
This year I just took a quickie pic of the girls' baskets, instead of the comprehensive, detailed blog post I like to do. But some years are like that. All the girls got: jelly beans, one chocolate-dipped Peep, one chocolate cream egg, headbands, a Utah Rocks! t-shirt, a DVD (H- Bill Nye; G- Prima Princessa; P- Strawberry Shortcake), Hello Kitty band-aids, a child-size offset spatula, and a book of folk tales (H- Native American; G- Irish; P- African.) In addition, Hazel got a red Chinese silk purse and a bar of Pioneer soap from Zion Nat'l Park. Ginger got a Tinkerbell PEZ (she's collecting), a hummingbird finger puppet, some shoes for her American Girl Doll, and a blue Chinese silk purse. Poppy got a rabbit finger puppet and a small board book I won at a recent baby shower game (I win all those games.)
Luckily, I ordered Easter dresses for the girls way before our trip so I wouldn't have to worry about it after. I would never have gotten to it otherwise. Hazel is growing so fast, this may be the last year I can get all matching dresses. Not that it's a requirement. But when I find a cute one, it's fun.
I got Hazel and Ginger these cute yellow gladiator sandals at an off-season sale last year, and they would have gone great with these dresses. But neither of them can stand to wear shoes or sandals without socks, even in summer. So the cuteness effect is somewhat diminished by socks and tights. There is only so much I can control.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
For dinner we had her favorite - KFC chicken and biscuits. Banana cream pie for dessert.
And then it was kind of over. But at the same time, it lasted all week. The next day was an Easter egg hunt at a park with some friends. Then the next day, Ed took the day off and we all went to Mount Vernon with our visitors. Then Saturday, was Hazel's baptism.
In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, children may be baptized on or after their eighth birthday. We've been preparing for this day in our family scripture and gospel study for awhile, and Hazel understands what baptism means, and what it's for. It's a big milestone. I was a wreck.
We sent out invitations before our trip. We lined up the speakers, prayers, and musicians. Printed the program. Brought tablecloths and cupcake stands for the refreshments. The white dress we bought a year ago even fit perfectly.
Many people graciously attended - friends from Church, extended family, even some of our neighbors. Everything went beautifully.
This is my favorite picture. The water was pretty cold.
Hazel had invited her whole class from school. I had included a note to parents with the invitation, to explain as much as possible what it would be like, and to invite their whole families. Hazel told me when she was changing, that she was "heartbroken" none of them had come. I had been afraid of that; I don't personally know many of the parents. But one important person did come, which meant so much to all of us: Hazel's teacher, Ms. Betts.
I think in the future, I would not prefer to have a birthday, and family event, and house guests, and a big holiday, all in one week, and just after arriving home from a major trip. It was a lot of work for me, and did not allow me time to process it, on my own or with Hazel.
I haven't even done an 8-year-old interview with her, and she's already back at school. Which means I see so little of her, and when I do, it's a lot of nagging about homework, and now also thank-you notes for her birthday gifts. But I can say a few things to describe her at this age.
Hazel has always had a very active imagination, and she spends a lot of time daydreaming and pretending. She has been interested in magical things for awhile - dragons and fairies and such, and our family's reading of Harry Potter has helped fuel the interest. When she disappears in the house, it's up to her bedroom; she sits on her bed with several books open about wizards and magic, and several dolls, mostly Groovy Girls, and she delves deep into imaginings.
Back in the real world, Hazel likes to laugh and talk loudly, ride her bike, and play rough games with her sisters, mostly Poppy, who is rougher than Ginger. She loves science, and cooking, and has said for a long time now that she wants to become a pastry chef. However, in the kitchen she is easily distracted, and it's tricky to keep her focused. She also has a fascination with skin problems, like rashes and calluses.
She excels at school and has a highly active social life there; some friends have even started calling her at night. She tells me everyone likes her and says she's the smartest one at school. Of course I found this boastful and exaggerated, until I talked to her teacher and found it to be true. Even when I took cupcakes in after spring break, for her birthday, many of her classmates told me things like, "Hazel's so smart, I wish I could think like her," and "Hazel's the prettiest, smartest girl I know." Some of the girls even asked me directly if they could come to my house for a playdate with Hazel. Having not been popular this way in school myself, I don't know how to react to it.
Homework continues to be a struggle for Hazel, and therefore our relationship. Not that it's hard, but that it's hard for her to focus at 4 p.m. after being in school all day. Hazel needs time to imagine, think, and play. I hate to spend that hour, or two, or three, constantly redirecting her. Luckily, only ten and a half weeks of school are left.
Hazel and Poppy currently share a room; Ginger has her own, next door. When Ed's parents were here, we gave Ginger's room to his sister, and Ginger slept with Hazel in her bed. After they left, she has kept sleeping with Hazel. I keep checking with Hazel, to make sure she doesn't mind. She is cheerful and says she likes it; she says having Ginger there keeps her from having nightmares. That said, those two bicker like an old married couple, or like...sisters.
It's easy for Ed and I to be hard on Hazel, for things both big and small. One, she's the oldest, so our expectations are high. Two, she's not overly sensitive to criticism like Ginger is, so we ride her because we can. Three, she's boisterous, which is generally harmless, but can be annoying, so sometimes we lash out at her for that. We are trying to watch that more carefully. Our biggest complaint, and source of aggravation with Hazel, is her failure to pay attention. This may be in the form of not obeying something we say, either because she didn't hear, or didn't process it. Or searching for something and not finding it even when it's right under her nose. Or not following through on something she started, like putting her art supplies away, or only partially unloading the dishwasher. We know this about her, and that getting mad doesn't help. We are trying to find other ways of dealing with it that will.
But mostly, Hazel is happy and fun. Her enthusiasm and curiosity cheer me up, as does the bridge of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She loves to eat, loves to play, and loves loves to socialize. I love her so much.