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The Russian Army

Guest post by Kelly

This week was a hard week. About this time last Sunday my brother informed me that while I was at church my parents had called to say that my Grandma Lawson had passed away. We’d been expecting it for a week so it wasn’t a shock, but it was still quite sad. She was my last grandparent. My mom had to play family peacemaker on top of grieving for her mother. Grandma never met Laurence. I certainly didn’t call or write often enough. And I had to explain death to Leah somehow since she had just seen my Grandma the month before and talked about her regularly.

The viewing was Tuesday night and I saw lots of family I hadn’t seen in a while. Services were first thing Wednesday morning and they were nicely done. And the kids brought some joy to an otherwise sad occasion.

None of this was the hard part of the week. Well, maybe telling Leah about death was hard.

The hard part of the week was the constant trials and tribulations thrown in our path from a logistical point of view. Here are just a few of the challenges we faced:

Chris was in SFO, leaving me to single parent it while I planned and packed – I did tell him to go ahead and go, but still, it’s harder when he’s not around
The garage at DCA is under construction and impossible to navigate
The check-in machines for American don’t deal well with split parties
Renting two cars from someone who didn’t realize we wanted two separate cars
Reconciling TomTom’s instructions and my dad’s pre-planned routes
Finding places to eat that are both kid friendly and dad friendly
Sharing a hotel room with two kids who have different nap schedules
The bazillion outlets and drawers in said hotel room that Lars was magnetically drawn to
The tornados
The 3:00 a.m. fire alarm – which the fire department didn’t show up to turn off until 3:30
Locking myself out of the room during the fire alarm while Lars was still inside and I didn’t yet know it was a false alarm
And of course the “moving the Russian Army” sized task of flying with two small kids half way across the country

And there was more to be sure, but I’m already placing a mental block on a lot of this past week. My bother and parents suffered through all of this with us Sextons and each had their own things to add to the list. None of us, except my mom, handled every situation with grace, but we were all still speaking to each other when we got home, and I think we’ll even be willing to hang out together again sometime soon.

So, hopefully this next week will be kinder to us all. We could sure use the break.

God bless you Grandma, we miss you lots, and you were worth every little bit of trouble that we went through!

Leah Does Stuff

Guest post by Kelly

So, at a little more than 18 months I think we’re starting to see both a very independent streak appear in Leah, right on schedule, as well as some other behaviors I wasn’t quite ready for yet.

The little girl seems to be loathe to accept help from her parents on just about anything these days, unless it is to use our bodies as a step stool. One of the most poignant examples of this happened Monday night. We had just returned home and I caught a whiff of some pants that needed changing. At the same time Leah wandered over to her diaper bag and pulled out the changing pad. She proceeded to set down the pad sort of in front of me and lied down. When I tried to adjust the pad to be right in front of me I was showered with a chorus of “No, no, no!” and giggles. We repeated this almost a dozen times, sometimes trying to adjust the pad’s position in relation to me, sometimes trying to adjust Leah’s position in relation to the pad, but all attempts to alter Leah’s chosen configuration resulted in “No, no, no!” I eventually decided that I am the parent and we’ll do things my way and wisked her off to the changing table to do things right. Much less laughing and much more pouting. (Man it sucks to be the responsible one sometimes.)

Leah is also showing a lot of maternal instincts with her dolls. She holds them, feeds them, “changes their diapers”, pats them on the back, etc. Monday night she also took to educating them. As she was reading “That’s Not My Dinosaur” she would “read” the page and then take the dolls hand and put it on the touch & feel part of the page. Ta-adorable!

Lastly, Leah is becoming her Dad. At least in the mornings. Two days ago when she woke up after coming to our bed she stretched, looked around, crawled over to the bedside table, turned off the light, and curled back up with her eyes closed. Clearly, it was too bright and she was trying to sleep. Geez mom! This morning she just kept shifting from one side to the other and curled back up in a little ball at every attempt to waken her. It probably didn’t help that Dad was curled up right next to her and soundly sleeping too, but she was determined to sleep. I thought we’d have until she was a teenager to have to pry her out of bed but I guess when you adore Dad you pick up his habits early.