The Middle

There are times that I question if I post about Bria too often. She is really at that fun age where she’s figuring everything out. She also doesn’t seem to care if her picture is plastered on the internet. Arleigh and Hanan often want veto rights on images. Sometimes, her little stories are just too good not to share.

Bria wants to take her baths by herself now. Thankfully, she wants me perched in the bathroom so she work out the day with her Mama. This week, I was watching her try to rinse the suds out of all that hair… it can take awhile. She was listing off the things that she wants to ask Santa for this year. It’s not a long list but I was hearing cash register sounds in my ears. Good grief. She really wants one of this Nabi tablet things. (She also wants a new bike with a basket and a phone if she could swing it. Not happening.)

The child looks at me with her serious look and says, “But Mom, I don’t know if I’ll get it.” I thought she might be considering Santa’s magical budget… Nope. “I might be on the naughty list…”

Um. Wait a minute. Neither of her sisters ever even considered that they might be on the naughty list. What has she done? How do I deal with this? How do I not bust out laughing when she so freaking serious? I just ask, “Bria, why do you think you might be on the naughty list?”

“Because Mom, sometimes I’m really good and sometimes I’m not. I think I might be in the middle so it could be either way.”

Bless her… my in the middle kid.

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I could learn a lot from Bria. As long as she feels the support of her family, she isn’t afraid to try anything new. She fights her way into keeping up with her much older sisters. At the beach this week Arleigh and Hanan were passing a soccer ball. Most little sisters would insist for a pass. Not Bria. She made herself the monkey in the middle and did a great job of stealing the ball from both girls. Sometimes that stubborn I can do anything I want streak gets her into trouble. She still whines to get her way. She can throw a fit if she thinks she needs to but 90% of the time, she’ll take whatever is front of her head on first. Unless, this is in her words “I can’upposedly get distracted.” That’s usually by something else she just really needs to conquer. I’ll take her in the middle for good or bad…it’s Bria.

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The Beat Of Her Own Drum

We’re just going to ignore the fact that I haven’t been posting. I have a traveling husband, visiting Grandma and four kids in the middle of soccer season. One just joined the dance team, another the drama club. There’s saxophone and piano and traffic. My calendar is CRAZY! I’ve been back on island for a bit. We are excited to have lots of visitors this fall. I have to admit it has taken me a second to find my groove. I think I’ve found it. I might need a bit of dusting off and polishing up but it’s back. And with that… I’m going to try to get back to posting more often. 

This morning on my daily car ride, I was listening to Arleigh and Hanan discuss 5 SOS and which band member was cuter. Jack was repeating that it was picture day for him and Bria was trying to find a rhythm with two pens on the back window. Arleigh and Hanan got out dragging a giant saxophone case, and dance bag and whatever else was shoved between the seats and Bria just kept banging. 

I made the turn to drive back down the hill (mountain) to get to Bria and Jack’s school. Every morning I catch my breath. I can see Ford Island, The Arizona and The Mighty MO just sitting in the calm water. It was supposed to rain today but it was beautiful again. Before I can point it out, Bria says, “Do you like this beat?” There is another rhythm coming from the window, tapped off the cup holder, and then the pens being rubbed together. 

This kid…

DSCF0784Last year she asked for drums for Christmas. I talked her into a much smaller One Direction guitar instead. I’ve been noticing the constant drumming with anything she can find. I need to ask her teacher if it’s something they talk about at school, maybe in Hawaiian studies. She was born loud. She came out ready to take on the world, and especially her big sisters. This morning while I was braiding her hair I asked if she ever plays her guitar. “Not really. It needs to be tuned and I don’t know how.” Apparently you don’t have to tune the car window. Who knew?

Bria is going to have a birthday soon. She asked if she could swim with the sharks since her best buddy will be off island. She goes all out at soccer. She’s pretty sure she runs her elementary school even though she’s only in the first grade. She has so much more compassion for Jack when he’s having a hard time than any of the rest of us. When he’s not… she treats him like a little brother should be treated. She is ornery as the day is long and as sweet as my favorite strawberry cake. This week, she plans on marrying and sailor and teaching Kindergarten. I asked why. “I want to move around and I know kindergarten best because I did it twice.” I guess I need to send Santa a note about the drum set. I can’t wait to see what she does marching to the beat of her own drum. 

 

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Her Majesty…Her Highness… Nope Just Dictator.

I like to tell the kids that life in our house is not a democracy. Apparently life in our neighborhood is also not a democracy. I was going to call it a monarchy but let’s face facts. It’s a dictatorship ruled by a six year old. There was no passing reign. Her power was taken by force. 

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Yesterday a friend stopped by. I told her Bria was about to play with the hose. Jack was playing with the Xbox. She should send her boys down. Kevin was the only smart one. He made sure to grab his swim trunks so as not to upset the dictator. He came prepared.

So while this was going on 

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Bria had Kevin outside doing this. 

photoBria decided that all the boys needed to be outside. She was going back and forth asking. I stopped and said, “Bria, Hanan’s home now. I’ll have her come outside and play with you and Kevin.” She gave me that look and replied, “I want boys to play Mom! Not girls!” Good grief!

Before it was over, all the Moloney boys were outside sopping wet, trudging buckets back and forth from the backyard. I’m sure it was at the dictator’s request threat. Did I mention that all Moloneys are older than Bria? Well, all except for the baby who wasn’t playing yesterday. She is a full on force to be reckoned with… or they are just the kindest sweetest boys in the universe. Ray would say the answer is yes. 

I’m in serious trouble with this one!

 

 

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Oh Bria!

Bria is a never ending source for blog material. Like last week, at a particularly cringe worthy soccer game where she played all four quarters. It was cringe worthy…blog rant worthy for many reasons but this isn’t about that. Little bit was so tired in the fourth quarter that she booted the ball on a kickoff into the goal. It wasn’t touched by anyone. The best part was the look on her face. She is pretty good about following a ball. She was so tired she just kicked it with the pure intent of it going in so she wouldn’t have to take another step. Of course it doesn’t count when you do that on a kickoff but I dare you to tell her that. 

She plays hard. We joke about her beast button. If anyone makes her mad, she goes 100% harder. Unfortunately last week that resulted in two separate collisions. One gave her a fat lip…

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The other had me watching her for signs of a concussion. Good grief kid. Grandma keeps saying that she reminds her of someone. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

This week at soccer it was wet. Bria was…shall we say, vertically challenged. She slid. She slid on both knees. She kicked it out from slides. It was DRIVING ME CRAZY. Toward the end of the game she was close enough for me to say, “Bria, why are you sliding? Stay up!” She just gave me the grin. One of the Dads said, “What are you going to do when she’s 10?” Truthfully I have been more worried about 15 and thought I had some time but OH CRAP! I’m not sure. Then from behind, I heard two guys. “Number 5 kicked it from the half line last week and scored.” Well, technically she didn’t score… BUT THAT WAS MY KID. 

Bria is currently outside with Arleigh’s old skateboard. Don’t tell Arleigh but it makes a pretty good riding device to jump the speed bump on our street. Yes, she’s wearing a helmet. At six, it would never have crossed Arleigh’s mind to play with a skateboard much less use it as a launching device. Tricare (Our military insurance) never saw us coming. 

At the recent Girl Scout World Thinking Day, Bria wasn’t afraid to try anything…especially Korean sweet cakes.

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Did I ever tell the story of how she got herself into the Daisies without me signing her up? Yep. There was also the free tennis lesson… Tennis is taught in our neighborhood. She decided to follow her friend down a couple of weeks ago to “watch.” I was outside and Bria comes running up, grabs her running shoes and a tennis racket. She got the coach to let her try a lesson for free. She is now confined close to home on Tuesday nights. 

For all of her courage, like most super heros she has one fatal flaw. Her kryptonite is sleep. She wants to crawl in my bed every night. We have a king sized bed. This would be no big deal as she is the only one of four kids with this problem if she didn’t insist on sleeping on top of every cover, continuously kicking you while simultaneously flopping from her belly to her back like a fish out of water. Do you have any idea what it’s like have a six year old be so sweet and so diabolical? It is torture. I just tell myself that this is God’s way of reminding me that I don’t need another baby. Sleep deprivation is used as a torture device for a reason. Last night Ray had to go back to work. I was busy rushing kids off to baths and beds. He was telling Bria goodnight and she looked and said, “See you on the mattress later!” Good grief!

She definitely keeps me on my toes…and running! Of course nights like this never hurt. IMG_2265

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Oh Snap!

When you are 5 you want to be just like your sisters. When your mother is busy getting ready for a birthday party, prepping for a tropical storm and worrying about what’s happening in Kentucky, it’s pretty darn easy to wear her down. It’s made even easier when Daddy is out of town. It’s then that bad things can happen. Things like this…

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Need a closer look?

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That would be Kool-Aid dip dyed hair. Oh it will come out with baking soda and vinegar they said… They better freakin’ be right! School starts Monday for heaven’s sake!

No. It is not just Bria. Arleigh chose blue that turned into a lovely shade of chlorine green. Hanan picked purple… AKA my goth phase is growing out. Bria’s definitely accepted the color the easiest. Maybe it was those ends that have gotten bleached in the summer sun. It is pretty much the same shade of red as the Ariel wig Arleigh wore the entire year she was three.

I’m praying that the baking soda combined with a day the pool takes care of it. The things I get myself into!

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What My Kids Think About Marriage

We have good friends who also happen to live on an island. Unfortunately, it’s not my island and it’s frankly way too far away. I hope our kids will be friends forever. My kids are certainly trying to find a way to forever link our families. The Babcocks have the same demographics as the Stiffs, 3 girls one boy. Their one boy was born just a few months before our third girl. There are four older sisters, my two in particular that have been plotting their marriage since birth. In fact, my girls remind Bria all the time that Charles was her first kiss and here’s the evidence. They were totally set up by their sisters in a princess tent. 

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Now that we live so far away, I was telling my friend yesterday that I LOVE Charles for a whole new reason. Bria is very aware of her older sisters. She knows they talk about who is cute and what girl likes what boy. Charles is the unattainable perfect boy for her. You know, as long as he stays on his island and we stay on ours. There was a little boy at school that was very sweet on Bria. Bria pretty much let him know, we’ll be great buddies but I have Charles. Don’t tell Bria, but so far, Charles hasn’t exhibited the same sort of loyalty. Apparently she has competition. 

As I was talking to Charles’ mom, she sent me a text with all his wonderful attributes for a prearranged marriage. It included his lego building skills being a good indicator that he would follow in the footsteps of the other men in his family to become and engineer. My text back said, beautiful children is all I’ve got. Bria plans on being a warrior princess and I’m not really sure which occupation has that in the job description. Suddenly, it hits me…she’ll stay home like her mother. That and the fact that she doesn’t have a dowry means… we’ve really got nothing… Except how cute they are together even when they’re island apart. 

As the girls and Grandma planned the lovely couple’s future…(Charles I hope at some point you develop a taste for bourbon because I’m pretty sure they have you in a lake house in Kentucky) other things about marriage came up. Arleigh started asking how many schools I attended with Ray. (just college) Did you know him before? (yes) Like elementary school before? (No) Apparently I have one (Hanan) who thinks it’s weird to only date one person all through school and then get married. Apparently you wouldn’t have considered all your options. (Heaven help me!) Arleigh would prefer one and done. (Thank you!!!) Clearly I have my work cut out for me. Seriously, I would be thrilled with a Bria/Charles match up. I have awesome pictures for the wedding!

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