October 4, 2011

  • Memory Snapshots

    Gabe sitting on top of the refrigerator, grinning and swing his legs.  Israel cutting Zion’s hair with the kitchen scissors.  Zion sitting on the floor playing at our feet as we talk in the kitchen, with his own running dialogue going on, incorporating the words he hears us using, like a mini-tape recorder.  Layla bouncing cheerfully in her over the door jumper.  The boys rummaging around in the junk drawer.  Random items in pieces around the house, missing screws, from Israel and his busy screwdriver.  Zion clambering in and out of Layla’s exersaucer and bouncer and swing.  Boys busy with scissors, glue, and paper on the floor of the office.  Paper spaceships taped to the bedroom walls.  Layla sitting on my hip, craning to look around at whatever I am doing.  Gabe ready for school in the early morning light, with his hair sticking up from sleeping on it.  Boys climbing onto the desk in the office to access the pencil cup/tape/stapler.  Loud cackles coming from Gabe and Israel’s room at night when they should be sleeping.  Belly laughs from Israel when his daddy is tickling him.  Two boys on each side and one in my lap while I read a book – or Layla in my lap, two boys on each side and one on the back of the couch.  Many messy kisses from brothers pressed onto Layla’s (almost) hairless head, leaving dried bits of food.  Layla’s bright eyes, chubby cheeks, and ready smile when she catches your eye.  Sitting around the table in a warmly lit room while it is dark and cold outside, eating soup.  Gabe coming home from school and giving Layla a kiss.  Boys playing in the bay window in the living room.  Three boys in the tub, playing with toys.  Israel cutting a cardboard box with a butter knife, trying to make himself a car.  Gabe doing cartwheels.  Israel and Zion dancing to music in the office while Layla watches.  Tim sitting on the floor playing his electric guitar as Layla sits in her bouncer.  Zion asking for “the star song” and his little voice singing along with you as you sing “Twinkle twinkle little star” in his darkened bedroom at night.     

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