This is a picture of Leah taking a nap downstairs in her pack-n-play. I enlarged a picture of Erick and hung it up so she can fall asleep and wake up to his face. I have two other photos of Erick blown up like this, one is in her crib and hung this same way. The other one is in the van, on the back of the seat that is opposite of her car seat. While she rides in the van, she can study his features. My hope is that she will remember him and be friendly; not scared, when he comes home. Each day when I see her looking at the pictures, I tell her, "That is your daddy!!" and she gives me the best gummy toothless smile!
On another topic, Lily was all emotion and "little girl tears" tonight.
I rent my movies from www.netflix.com because I am a lazy person who can't remember to return movies on time. Actually, it is a great service to have and I use it A LOT during a deployment. Keeps the nights from being too lonely. So I rented a movie I thought the kids would like to watch with me, Arctic Tale. It is the polar bear version of the March of the Penguins; a documentary with clever narration and a sweet story. The kids were happy and all into the movie; I let them sit in bed with me and eat popcorn while we watched it. The story follows a mother bear and her twins, a boy and girl. The baby bears are adorable of course, frolicking in the northern snow fields. The film is about reality, however, so I wasn't surprised to see the mother polar bear kill a seal and drag the carcass over to the babies to eat. Lily's eyebrows shot way up in horror, for the seal was very cute. But Lily is a precocious little girl and once I explained that the polar bears needed to eat, she understood why the mommy bear killed the seal. As the story went on, the bear family started having a hard time finding enough food for each bear. Eventually, we noticed that the boy bear cub was lagging behind his mom and sister. The narrator says "The mother tries to get her cub to catch up, but he is too weak to follow her orders." We see the baby bear lay down in the snow and his mother and sister surround him to keep him warm.
I could see right where this was going, especially as the snow started to gather on his fur...
The next scene shows that the morning has arrived and the mother bear is trying to rouse the baby boy. The little girl bear is nuzzling him, clearly he has died sometime in the night. He is crusted with snow and slowly disappearing into the whiteness around him. Lily's eyes were stretched wide open, little pools of tears were threatening to spring a leak. And here is what broke the dam; the mother bear is sadly laying in the snow with her hear down; her baby cub dead next to her and covered in snow. The little girl bear is rubbing her head on her momma, then licking her nose as if to say, "I love you momma, don't be sad, its gonna be okay." The dam was broken, tears were pouring down her face. She was a MESS. Tears, tears and more tears. She was crushed that he died. I let her weep and curl into a ball, clinging onto my neck. Her tears wet the front of my t-shirt and I could feel each sob rack her little body. She took about 15-20 minutes to calm down, and she seemed to keep thinking about it and re-opening her sadness with little aftershock-like tears. Poor, sensitive Lily bell.
Joe just looked at her. He gave her a sympathetic pat on the back and then ignored her. Poor Joe, all these little women in the house, all the estrogen, all the emotions. He is going to be an awesome man when he grows up -- I think having the sisters will mellow him a bit and give him insight to the opposite sex. Right now though, he is taking it all in stride. He is such a good boy. Lily was recovered by the time the movie was over. Little girls can be so fickle sometimes!
And that it is all for me folks. I am so tired plus my book is tempting me. I am reading the Outlander series, and I am on book number five, The Fiery Cross. I need to finish reading these books, I always bury my nose in books and fall behind on cleaning everything!!
G'nite!
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