the fire apartment’s great-great grand daughter

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Fallon tells me how much she doesn’t like fire trucks. They’re kind of loud, they’re kind of scary she tells me.

Yes they are kind of loud, sweet girl. They have to be when they are going to put out a fire, or save lives because we need to GET OUT OF THE WAY! But scary? Not to me, I tell her. Then I tell her about the fire fighters in her family. Her family, she asks? Yes. And as I invite her explore some antique fire trucks on display at a car show, I tell her about my grandfather and uncle, both fire fighters.

Truthfully, she seemed to be more impressed with the sticker the fire fighter gave her.

Oh, three year olds!

But today, Hollie shared the latest Fallonism on Facebook: My uncle papa used to be a fire apartment and would put the nasty fires down. That’s so cool.

She’s a proud fire apartment descendant!

her reader

It’s a lazy summer afternoon. After an hour or so of swimming, it is quite satisfying to relax on the sofa and perhaps watch a movie…

Or watch the boys play a video game together.

That’s fine too because I’m quite satisfied to lie back on this sofa and maybe close my eyes for…

Mima, read to me.

I open my eyes and there is Fallon, holding out a picture book to me.

Mima, read to me.

She looks at me with those big blue-green eyes and red rose pouty lips waiting for me to take the book.

I can’t say no.

What kind of grandparent would I be to say no?

Sure, I’m tired. I’d much rather do nothing at all at this very moment but this three year old wants me to read to her. It’s literally a ten page picture book with maybe a three to five word sentence on each page. It won’t kill me. More importantly, she WANTS me to read to her. I can’t imagine any grandparent ever not wanting to read to their grandchild, especially when they ask you. Considering the fact that it wasn’t that long ago when her big sister was making the same request and now she is Miss Independent Reader Thank You Very Much, I know that I can not, must not refuse this request, this moment.

So I don’t. I take the book, pat the sofa next to me inviting her to have a seat and she does…in my lap….and together we, Fallon and her reader, enjoy a good book.

don’t be fooled

Look at this picture. Look at these two.

So sweet!

So adorable!

Right?

Yeah.

No.

Don’t be fooled.

No one under The Big Top is.

It’s hard to be Uncle Daniel. It’s hard to be niece Fallon. It’s even harder to be Daniel sometimes. Also, it’s harder to be Fallon some days too.

These two. Sometimes in so many ways so much a like. I guess that is why, perhaps, that they do get along..and actually have fun together. Once they figure out each other’s boundaries that day.

Don’t be fooled.

Meanwhile, can we all just admire all that is epic about Fallon’s hair because that is just literally everyday. Love it! Love it so much.

palindrome, schmalindrome

Geeks and nerds (and pretty much everyone on Facebook) are so very excited about this week because it is Palindrome Week. Of course there was a Palindrome Week during the month of April 2014, March 2013, February 2012; as well as coming soon in June 2016, July 2017, August 2018, September 2019…are you seeing this geeks and nerds…and everyone on Facebook sharing this once in a lifetime phenomenon?

Of course one can not forget other palindromes like 01-11-10 or our favorite calendar palindrome here under The Big Top, 11-22-11.

As for our perfect little palindrome, she really could care less about all the fuss going on with this calendar week because, people, she’s three and she is a palindrome

kids, here are 10 things I may or may not have told you

You made me cry…a lot

Hollie and me – 1987. No apologies for the hair and glasses because 1987.

I wanted that last piece of pie…cake…cookie

Hollie, Zoë and me, 1992. Yes, those are matching Christmas sweaters. A gift. Funny how my darling husband didn’t receive one.

It hurt.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby and me, 1994. One child might never forgive me for this picture.

I was always afraid…still am…don’t judge, especially if you are not my child.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby, Jodie and us, 1996. Apparently we didn’t realize just how busy we were then as people told us ALL THE TIME that “we must be busy.

I know that I am not perfect.

And the Family Circus is completed, 2002. Also the year where any doubts of me being a perfect Mother were solidly squashed. Have a teenager and you will understand.

I watched you as you slept…still do.

Hollie, 1990

I carried you a lot longer than nine months.

Zoë, 1998

It broke my heart every time you cried.

Abby, 1997

I put you first.

Jodie, 1999

I would do it all over again…times five…to the infinity power.

Daniel, 2008

Kids, I can’t begin to express my gratitude that I get to be your Mother, Mommy, Mom, times five…to infinity and beyond.

I thank you all for calling me Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mommy Dearest, OMG-Mom, Mother; and, thank you , for needing me, teaching me, forgiving me, loving me, accepting me, modeling me and, most of all, amazing me because I get to say that I am Mom to these five remarkable people.

BONUS!! I have to say that I must be a pretty okay mom because these two perfectly, exquisite children  call me Mima…and give the best hugs.