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‘Dela’s Typical Day at 3 and 1/4

So far this year, 2013, newly turned three, it’s all about what you’re SAYING. Your vocabulary is growing exponentially and it is a revelation! All the things we weren’t sure you understood for so long? Now we have evidence that you’ve been listening and learning and storing up information all along. Suddenly it’s pouring out of your mouth. There is almost never a day that goes by that you don’t make me giggle with some new phrase I’ve never heard you say before, some new inflection I didn’t know you grasped, some concept expressed in words I never would have guessed you understood. It’s so fun to reach this new level of communication with you. Suddenly, you are that much more grown up. I have a few random things jotted down in a notebook. It’s not nearly comprehensive, but I’m going to devote the next part of this post to recording some of the ones I remember. Keep in mind that you just started forming sentences a couple of months ago.

“You’re kidding me!?” you gasped when we were reading a bedtime story, incredulous at all the animals driving bumper cars in “If you Give a Pig a Party.” I laughed out loud at that one.

“This place is ridiculous!” you exclaimed upon walking into the bright and beeping lights of Best Buy.

“I love you, Momma” you whisper spontaneously and often with so much feeling it’s made me tear up more than once. When you’re in a goofy mood, you’ve also taken to saying “I love you, Honey” to Daddy and to me. You think it’s hilarious. You know that “Daddy is Momma’s Honey,” but you like to call us that as a joke. It’s really cute, and it kind of amazes me that you “get it,” that you know that you calling us our monikers for each other is funny. Next you’ll be calling me “Cakes.” πŸ™‚

“You Betcha!” you answer when I ask you to do something and you’re in an obliging mood.

“You’re fired!” youΒ  giggle when I mess up. (Thanks to Natasha, you’re babysitter, for that one.)

“Safe & sound,” you state when putting something you care about, a toy or “friend” (stuffed animal) away for the night in a place where it will be easily found in the morning.

“I want gum,” you CORRECTLY say when you see me pop a piece in my mouth. You’re replacing “me” with “I” at least 50% of the time now. Good job, baby! Still working on “my” vs. “me.”

“Thank you, Jesus, for this delicious food!” you pray spontaneously when you find dinner especially tasty. You randomly thank Jesus for all sorts of things. It’s awesome. And hearing you say “delicious” tickles me too.

“Thank you so much!” you cheer when you’re especially grateful. And you say it with the most grown up inflection.

“That’s sooooo perfect!” you chime whenever something strikes your fancy. You also like to say “soooooo wonderful!” and “sooooo beautiful!” and “sooooo fabulous!”

A couple of stories I related on facebook as they happened (which I’m finding is a great aid in my memory-keeping endeavors!), that I was to record in your scrapbook as well…

  • On January 3rd…Kids are always listening, even when you don’t know it. I’ve seen this proved true to my shame and also much to my encouragement.Last night a remake of “He’s Alive” came on the radio when we were driving home from Home Depot. (Not sure who did the remake, but the original by Don Fransisco is a major childhood memory for me. We played it often on cassette in our kitchen. And I’ve always been moved by it, then and now.) If you’re not familiar, it’s a song written and sung from the perspective of Peter after Jesus was crucified, what those painful hours might have been like from the disciples’ perspective.Anyway, it’s a lyrically complicated song. Not really many repeating refrains because the whole thing is telling a story. I didn’t even know that she was listening. But when it got to the point when Jesus appears to the disciples and the powerful chorus started resounding, “He’s Alive! He’s Alive!” Adela spontaneously raised her hands and with a gigantic smile on her face she said “Jesus! Jesus!” I’m tearing up thinking about it. I don’t even know when they actually said “Jesus” in the song. It’s at least several lines back. He speaks. To little ones too.
  • On January 15… The first time Adela ever “read” a book to me was today. Of course she didn’t actually read, but she managed to get across the whole story and remembered key lines and phrases during a telling of “Where the Wild Things Are” (at which time she was also “putting me to bed” complete with nightlight turned on and sippy cup full of water provided.) It was all very impressive and incredibly sweet. And the first word she ever truly read? “m-a-x, MAX” she says every time she sees it on his boat. Our little girl has come a long way.
  • On January 30…Just brought Adela to the park on a whim. She exclaims, “so warm outside now. Jesus fixed it! So perfect!! Thank you, Jesus.” Haha, oh my girl… I love that she sees the good things in her life as gifts from him. πŸ™‚

Words you say all the time, but say in your own way – sometimes to the point of it being a completely foreign language – are, in part, as follows: chapstick is catchsup, num-a-nay-uhs are M&Ms, oatmeal is oh-poo (no idea, haha), napkin (which you are obsessed withΒ  making sure you have accessible at every mean) is gah-kin. Oh gosh, there are more… I’ll try to remember more for my next post.

Other things you’re in to? Princess everything, especially Cinderella, STILL. You regularly put on your “bootiful” dress, gloves, crown, makeup, neck-a-laces, and your “sippas.” Did I mention last post that we’re not allowed to use the word “shoes” in this house? They are all “slippas.” You get “ready for the ball” at least once per day. You love me to do your hair for real every morning (“My hair’s a mess!” you say when you get up.) Lately you’ve been really into a “beauty shop set” that you got for Christmas. You blow dry, curl, straighten and style your dolls and stuffed animals hair, and mine, and Siah’s. You’re really into pretend in general, and you don’t always need props. You can get ready for the ball and have every item be completely intangible. You take turns with the real items and the pretend ones.

Oh one story I forgot to record on facebook that I just remembered… a few weeks ago Daddy and I were with you and Siah and Mimi at Best Buy (the same day you told us that that place was “ridiculous” actually.) We were shopping for phones and, although we knew where you were, we were a bit distracted. All of the sudden, an associate comes up to me and asks if you’re my daughter and proceeds to inform me that you had dialed 911 on a live phone!! HAHA. I had to go over and talk to the dispatcher and explain that my 3 year old accidentally dialed. I got a scolding on speaker phone in Best Buy. Sigh. Annoying. But funny. I had no idea the phones were live!

Here’s a little peek at your first taste of Kumquat when we visited Great Grandma Mac in Burbank.

And you are truly a great big sister. I think ‘Siah is still a little afraid of you. But for a 3-year-old you really are amazingly gentle and kind to him.

You started Awanas a few weeks ago. You are now officially a little Cubbie, earning your vest and book last night! πŸ™‚ So, so cute! (I’ll try for a photo next update.) I can’t believe how easily and well you can learn Bible verses. It’s so cool to hear. You are understanding Jesus more and more. It always amazes me the capacity you have even at this young age to understand basic things. You told me last night that Jesus died for us. And today you told me that JesusΒ  loves me. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ I’m so proud of you. I love listening to you pray at night. We always spend a few minutes thanking Jesus for things that are important and special in your life (one prayer I recorded on facebook from January was as follows: “Dear Jesus, thank you for me cookies, and chocolate and cheese and carrots and broccoli. Thank you for my windows and walls and for me books and me ladybug (her nightlight). Jesus, please help me not scared of monsters. And, and, and thank you, Jesus, for cookies. ” πŸ™‚ ) or asking for help. I want you to know Him and love him all your life. I pray He helps me to show you who He is, to help you get to know him. It’s amazing how our little efforts go such a long way because He is the one who works when we are willing!

Special Report – Santa and Tia Kristy, December 2012

Oh man, I’m sorry I waited so long to blog this. I’m afraid I’m not going to do a great job elaborating on what a fun and special time it was to have my sister here with us for Christmas. I love this girl! And she is such a good Tia to my kids. We can’t wait to have her back in June!!! There is something truly wonderful about being a grown woman and getting to hang out with your grown woman sister and mom. A lifetime of memories, experience, and shared blood. It’s so fun!! I’m getting all nostalgic and seriously excited for summer as I look through these. So grateful that Mimi lives in town. Wish so much that Kristy was closer. But at least we’ll have her back in the states within a few short months!

I did an awful job taking pictures while she was here (mainly because December was my break from the business, and much-needed break from the camera in general.) Determining right now to not make that mistake again. Be ready for some serious snapping when you’re here this summer, sis. Most of the pics I have are from one day we went Christmas shopping at the mall to visit Santa, the kids FIRST visit to see the big man from the North. I never understood the tradition of photos with Santa until I had my own kids and starting noticing the yearly Santa photos of other people’s children. Neither of my kiddos screamed for Santa this year. We even managed a fake smile out of our eldest. I’m looking forward to making this a yearly tradition from here on out and seeing how they end up reacting to as the years go on.

I believed in Santa when I was little. I vaguely remember putting out cookies for him and grass and carrots for the reindeer on Christmas eve for a few of my youngest years. And I remember being little and knowing that Santa wasn’t real but still pretending that he was. It was fun, but not a huge deal to me. I don’t remember the moment when I found out he wasn’t real. I definitely didn’t have a traumatic experience when the revelation hit. My parents became Christians when I was about 6 years old and from there on out, Jesus became the central figure in our holiday season. That’s my experience.

Of course I believe that Jesus should be the focus of Christmastime. It goes without saying. I’m not sure that precludes a little Santa fun. I’ve always said I was NOT going to lie to my kids about things like Santa and the Easter bunny and the tooth fairy. But the longer I’m a parent and the more I witness first hand the way that children develop, their imaginations, the way they can pretend something is real – almost believing its real, but still know it’s not – the more I feel like it’s not quite as black and white as I used to think. We didn’t give Adela presents from Santa last year. But we did the whole Elf on the Shelf thing. And we visited Santa at the mall. I guess I’m kind of riding the fence, not lying, but pretending along with her, still trying to make sure that she knows Jesus is the reason for the season. And I feel right in my spirit about it. So I guess we’ll ride the fence for now,Β  unless I hear differently from the Lord. I think we can pretend about Santa, have fun, form some family traditions based on folklore, and still keep Jesus the focus and the reason.

After the mall, we stopped by a local Palm Desert park to take a few more just because I had my camera on me and we were thinking about it.

Family Photos by Christee Lee’s Photography – November 2012

These photos are thanks to my sweet friend Christee. I really wanted to capture our family while ‘Siah was still brand new, and she was kind enough to do for me exactly what I wanted, informal photos of our newly formed foursome hanging out at home. I’m so grateful to have these photos and know I will cherish them forever.

Photos like these are so important to me. Even though I wasn’t at my physical best when they were taken (I’m 20 pounds down from when these were taken for the record ;), it commemorates a period in our lives that we can never get back. As the photographer of the family, I’m always having to initiate ways to be IN the photos. It’s not about looking perfect. It’s about remembering this experience, this time I got to live. It already seems like so long ago. The kids have grown up so much since then and it’s only been 4 short months since they were taken!

These are such blessed days. So grateful to the Lord for my family, for the love that is so evident when I consider just how wonderful it is to be a Mom and a wife. I love you, my family! Here are just a few of my faves…

Photo Post – Oak Glen Christmas 2012

We’ve started a tradition of taking a few informal family portraits in Oak Glen every year. This year, it almost didn’t work out. It took us two days of effort. The first day we finally made it up there, we were running short on time, running out of light, and as we stepped out of the car, the snow started falling. It was freezing!! Both of you kiddos were super brave to let me snap a few in the less than favorable conditions.

The day after, we tried again. For the record, and for the sake of posterity, it was SO cold that (at least I’m attributing what follows to the cold because it is SO out of character for you) that you, Adela, peed your pants right in the middle of our mini session. Silly girl. I think you were so cold you couldn’t tell you had to go. So that was fun. I was determined to get the photos anyway. So I dried you off as best I could and we kept going, haha. And you never would have known by looking at the photos. πŸ™‚

Here you go, Family Photos in Oak Glen November 2012. Adela 3 years old, Josiah 2 months old. πŸ™‚