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Day 120: It’s Not Fun!

As promised, below are more of my youngest sister’s youthful musings from her recently discovered journal.

(Parents, even though your kids may hate journaling with a passion when they’re young, they’ll be so glad you made them do it when they’re in their twenties and thirties. The pain will be worth the later laughter. Make your kids write.)

From the mind of a nine-year-old:

1/15/97 Last week and a day was my birthday but my party was only 4 days ago. I think I got my last gift was yesterday, It was the cutest stuffed animal cat. But I wish the gifts would still keep on coming, not that I am greddy or anithing it’s just they make my room briter because my room is where the sun never shines so I at least want my room to be fun so I like my room at all.

2/13/97 It’s not fun!

3/19/97 Here I am sitting here just wating around for choir to start. I wish my mom didn’t teach conformatoin because if she didn’t teach conformatoin I wouldn’t be siting here wating at all. There go’s a bunch of preschoolers about to go outside, lucky them. But now that I think of it I don’t really want to go outside. From now on this isn’t my jornal anymore it’s my place where I keep my secrits, in other words my diary!

4/23/97 Yesterday my mom said that we could go bike riding! But since me and my sisters were fighting we couldn’t go. So everyone started blaming me for it (they say I’m a tattletale.) I told my mom what they said and she said in a loud angry voice, “That’s exatly why I didn’t let you go on the bike ride, I don’t want you to be mean.” I said, “I’m trying not to be mean,” then I started to cry. My mom said “I know you are, I only said that because I love you.” Now I feel much better.

More of my sister’s birthday thoughts + a drawing of a human/rabbit with a bun.

March 22, 2013

Day 118: Kid Things

Here are two kid things I’d like to share today:

1. The kids across the street from me built an igloo on December 9, 2012. I remember, because it was the same day they went around the neighborhood looking for snow spiders (I still don’t know if those actually exist).

By “igloo,” I mean that they somehow managed to make a snow pile the size of a small bedroom and burrow a two-person cave into it. Smart. (In January, I watched them get a pizza delivered in there—extra smart.)

Over the last few months, the igloo has grown and grown, but today, it was finally warm enough for the top of it to cave in (don’t worry; no one was in there). I only know it happened because I heard a cannon of cries of, “Aw MAAAN!” when I got home from work today. Indeed, the entrance is pretty much gone. I know the kids are bummed, but the rest of the neighborhood is rejoicing at this small sign of spring.

2. My youngest sister recently unearthed the journal she kept while she was seven and eight years old. In the midst of medical school, she took the time to transcribe the whole thing (earnestly misspelled words and all) and send it to me. I’m going to post on it more thoroughly over the weekend, but here’s a little sneak peek of what’s to come:

April 14 1996 yesterday was so weird because it snowed, and right now thers not a piece of snow outside. And we are as close as we can get to Iowa. My favroit color is moron, I wish you could tell me your favroit color is. When I was little I wanted to fly, but it’s inposieble to fly.

Is it? Stay tuned. More journal entries to come.

December 25, 2012

Day 31: Merry Family

On Christmas Eve, my sister and I drove around the lakes near my apartment and spied into all the cozy houses with cozy families having cozy holiday parties. And then this morning, we woke up early and took a cab to the airport, ready to fly to a cozy celebration with our own cozy family.

Admittedly, we got a bit of a bumpy start. Less than a block from home, I asked the cabbie to turn around and go back because I forgot something (holiday candy) in the apartment. He complied, I ran, they waited, I hopped back in the cab and we made it to the airport nice and easy.

Here’s a little conversational snapshot of Sister and my morning:

Me: (clutching candy) What’s wrong with you?
Sister: What? Nothing.
Me: Really? You seem crabby.
Sister: I’m not.
Me: Really?
Sister: Uh huh.
Me: You sure?
Sister: Yep.
Me: I think you’re crabby.
Sister: Well, I’m not.

(30-second silence)

Me: So… are you mad?
Sister: No!

Two smooth plane rides, lots of quiet time, two and a half coffees, multiple candy exchanges with airport personnel and some yogurt-covered raisins later, we’re here—awake, smiling and ready for some holiday hugs.

Here’s hoping your day is filled with peace, joy, unconditional love and someone asking if you’re crabby over and over again. It’s the stuff of families.

Sister and me.

December 23, 2012

Day 29: Sister Sister

My sister is here! Yesterday, I managed to achieve nearly everything on my list of items to accomplish before she got here.

Unfortunately, I did not fix the running toilet. In fact, I made it worse. But I did devise a complex system of handle jiggles that temporarily solves the problem between flushes (I can only assume you’ve been waiting patiently to hear an update about my toilet).

So far, she and I have:

eaten chili
talked a lot about obstetrics (don’t worry, parents… neither of us are pregnant)
slept for a combined total of 22.5 hours
bought some really tiny cheeses (seriously, they’re adorable)
finished our Christmas shopping
discussed our other sister’s wedding plans
eaten apples
checked Facebook on our iPhones
discussed the pitfalls and triumphs of online dating
returned a shirt at Target
agreed that Zach Efron is going to hate his YOLO tattoo in a couple of years
put on yoga outfits

We’re about to go to a yoga class together. Cute.

Here’s hoping your holiday weekend is as fun and sisterly as ours!

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March 24, 2013