Friday, September 11, 2009
Home Spun comic strip #390
Marina and Chase both took some time to master the scissors. It is a tricky skill, after all. You need to hold them correctly, you need to hold the object you are cutting correctly, and then you have to work your fingers to open and close the blades. I was pretty impressed when Sierra could operate them at the tender age of two. Then again, she also knew how to climb up into the bathroom sink to open the medicine cabinet. And she knew how to open child-safety caps.
...Then there was that tree climbing incident...and various broken dishes when she tried to reach the kitchen cabinets on her own...the times her tongue turned green from sucking on markers...
When you think about it, it's a miracle I've managed to get her to age seven.
Frankly, her life has been been a miracle since the very beginning. I was planning to announce my pregnancy at a birthday dinner for my mother. Two days before this event, I sat there wondering if I were crazy to be having a third child and wondering if my extended family would be happy for us. I even called my sister about it. She is wonderful at calming me down, but I was still depressed the next morning (which happened to be my sister's birthday. She is the day before my mother's. And yes, I'm going somewhere with this...). That morning happened to change my view. Having good news was very important. The date was September 11, 2001.