Since the boys got home, Violet has been even more obsessed with relaxation...
Here are a few of her relaxation comments:
while all the kids are eating a snack---"Mom, could you play your violin for us while we eat. That would be relaxing."
at moogie's infront of the fireplace (without the boys)----"I don't want to leave. This is so peaceful and relaxing."
before bedtime every night---"Mom, could you massage me with oil and do the hypnosis to relax me?"
"Mom, do we have any hot coco?"
"No, but I'll put that on the list," I say.
"And also get a fire company to come and fix the fireplace. Then we can sit infront of the fire and sip hot coco. That would be so relaxing."
about once a week Violet asks to take a bath with a glass of wine...."It would be so relaxing and we could just have some girl time."
TODAY:
We were listening to that song, "really love your peaches want to shake your trees..." in the car.
Violet asks, "What is a toker?"
"It's someone who smokes...smokes drugs," I answer.
"Really!!?? Does this guy smoke!!" She asks, alarmed.
"Yes, he probably does." I reply.
"Really. In real life he does?" she asks.
"Yes. Lots of people do."
"Why!!??"
"Because it makes them feel good. It makes them relax." I say.
Violet asks, "Does it make them fall asleep?"
"Sometimes."
"I'm never going to smoke. That's bad!"
"Good for you," I say, (with visions of a heavily tatooed, 17 year old Violet in some dude's car, puffing away.)
"Well, after the guy who is singing this song smokes, he should drink lots of water and then eat a lot of healthy food and then throw all of his cigarettes away!" Violet proclaims.
"That's probably a good idea." I affirm.
"Then, they should make cigarettes out of healthy food and candy and put it together to look like a cigarette," says Vi.
"What healthy foods?" I ask.
"Well, vegetables and peanut butter." ....so goes the public service announcement from my 4 year old.
Violet's thoughts on breast cancer:
I was explaining my grandmother's upcoming mastectomy to Violet-
"How do they cut off her breast?" Violet asks.
"I'm not sure. I think with a scalpel. It's like a knife only smaller." I answer.
"Do they put it back on?"
"No, they have to take it off so the cancer doesn't spread through her lymph nodes to other parts of the body."
"Well, they should just cut it off and turn it upside down and put it back on," Violet suggests.
"What is the reason for that?"
"Well, that way, the cancer couldn't get through to the rest of the body," goes Violet
"Good thinking. Maybe the scientists haven't thought of that yet."
(Later, we combed through breast cancer books from the CBH library and saw diagrams of the lymph system and various breast surgeries...including reconstruction. The next week, we went to Ohio for Gram's CT scan. Violet got to look in the room and see Grams in the scan and see the computer image of Gram's organs. Pretty cool. Violet was so interested. BTW, grams has a good prognosis!)
Tonight: As I was folding clothes, Violet came out of her room.
"Violet, what are you doing out of bed with all those kleenexes?"
"Well, I was just saying a prayer and it made me cry," she says. (BTW, we have never taught her to say bedtime prayers.)
"What were you praying about that made you sad?" I ask.
She obviously doesn't want to say.
"What was it? A sweet little prayer?"
"Yeah, just a sweet little prayer."
It's been a month since the boys were home. Violet is doing so much better. Initially, she was having trouble listening and was antagonizing them. She still does it some, but it has gotten way better. She can be clingy to me and often requests "girl time." She gets frequent time outs for picking up Lovekender. She says, "But mom, he is just so cute!!!" Today she was helping him down the stairs to the car. She said, "He is so cute. I love having Lovekender for a little brother." A lot of the things she gets in trouble for are actually her attempt at being helpful. ie picking up Love, grabbing things out of their hands that she perceives as dangerous, etc. But, all in all, things are much better than I expected for our first month home!
