It’s been a while since last I spoke to you. My latest posts have all been geared toward food and farming, but I think it’s high time we get back to the Zoe and Jada saga, which by the way has increased ten-fold.
Zoe is now a pre-schooler who thinks she’s a high schooler. She frequently pretends to talk to Grandma Brenda on her play phone and refuses to wear any clothing item I’ve chosen for her (be it to school or to bed) that isn’t pink, purple, fluffed, ruffled or sparkly. She is the self-proclaimed Elsa from Disney’s “Frozen,” and frequently belts out the lyrics to “Let it Go” at the top of her lungs while strumming my out-of-tune guitar. And all the while her side-kick Jada, who dutifully plays her assigned role of Anna, dishes out a soul-stirring interpretive dance.
But don’t get me wrong…little Miss Jada chooses when she wants to be the trusty side-kick, and resolute when she’d rather do her own thing. In fact, she’s content to run around with her dinosaur finger puppets and to force feed Daddy and me make-believe lollipops. She has perfected her cry/yell that ensues when she knows she’s due for a time-out or a swat on her Gluteus Maximus (as she puts it), and somehow manages to sprinkle “I YOVE YOU, MOMMY” between cries on the off-chance that it strikes a chord with me. Confession: It usually does.
Papa Nevels is holding his ground in this house full of women, but at times he surrenders to us and even plays our theme song “Bossy” by Kelis. He puts up with our dance-a-thons in the living room, observing our craziness with a slight grin and a far-away look. “Philip Nevels, this is YOUR life,” spoken in my best Ralph Edwards voice. Still, he comes home from work every night and on-time (praise God) with a kiss for each of his girls, and a pat on the head for our most neglected Nevels Clan member, PJ Peabody.
What about me, you ask? Well, I write this post literally barefoot and pregnant, although I do intend to get my slippers momentarily (tee hee). I’m achy and exhausted and could really use a spa day and a weekend escape, but I’ll settle for a bathtub that’s big enough to fit this belly and an insanely large Gluteus Maximus.
Here’s to crazy/fun family life!
What’s new in your crazy life?