Friday, March 24, 2006
I Like My Sister Better Than Brownies
And that's saying something. She was over for a visit today with her son, and Bella's most favorite of all people in the world, Grayson, age 8. He's a supergenius (well, naturally, right?), and a lot of fun, and When Bella opened the door and saw him there, she SHRIEKED with delight. Seriously! When's the last time anyone shrieked or even squealed with pure, unadulterated joy at your mere presence? I can tell you I don't recall the last time it happened to me!
I love my family, and I am really crazy about my sister and her little clan. I love just talking to her, about anything, and especially love that she will laugh at anything that I even act like is supposed to be funny. That's the beauty of a younger sibling. We only live about 5-7 miles apart, but I swear, my ideal setup would be a 20-acre plot, with Andrea and I each having a house built in the squa middle of our own 10 acres. Oh, yeah, and our Mom would be right up at the front, OR she could just take turns going between our houses. We could totally share custody of Mom. Our husbands are spookily alike in many ways, and very compatible, so I'm sure they could stay happily occupied working out on the Bowflex to 70's rock music that might make mine and my sister's ears bleed, and doing "projects" with loud, expensive tools.A & G were only here for a couple of hours, and for me it was like a vacation or a spa visit, so refreshing it felt! What I'm saying is, I was happier when she left than I was before she came. And that's a nice relationship.
And the cousin thing! I love the cousin thing! Since Andrea and I have somehow both been hit with the mysterious complaint that is "secondary infertility," it appears as though Grayson and Bella may ultimately have only each other as "siblings." And I'm so glad that they do have each other. He's a neat kid, is my nephew, and all boy. I'm always amazed that within minutes of his arrival, he has my little diva, my princess, my girly-girl, running around the yard, tackling him, and whacking random stuff with sticks. So far, she hasn't convinced him to play dress-up, and the only Grayson-related interaction I've seen with Dora's Talking House involved some sort of household civil war that included the characters and furniture being used as missiles of some kind. It's nice that even though I have a little girl, I can vicariously enjoy the experience of raising a boy. And having my ninjas chase him.
The only mishap came when Andrea was trying to leave--this is always difficult with Grayson saying "no," and running away, and Bella wailing with despair and hanging on Andrea's legs--when Bella tripped on a limb and fell down as she and Grayson came across the yard. As he tried to help her up, she somehow hit the ground again, and wound up scuffing both her sweet little cheeks. At that first cry, I knew what was coming...this was one of those plaintive wails that meant that a boo-boo had been sustained that only Mommy could soothe. I took my first step forward as I heard her draw her breath and cry out..."ANDREEEEEAAAAAA! ANDREEEEEAAAAAH!" That's right. Not "Mommy." But those're the breaks, when your sister is as lovable as mine is.
Oh, and Bella's version of the accident, at that time? "Grayson stepped on my face." Spoken with much sincerity and seriousness. She now denies not only that account of event, but that she ever said such a thing. And really. Does this look like the kind of kid who would step on your face? Even accidentally?