We all should know by now that Kiera is infatuated with
Mama Mia. If the movie isn’t playing, the soundtrack is. In the
event technology isn’t readily available for either we find her
singing or humming one of the many tunes. So when announcement came
that Mama Mia was on tour and was making a stop in Duluth, it was a
no-brainer… We got tickets to surprise Kiera with.
With her head half submerged full of bubbles and speaking loud enough to hear herself speaking, she asks sincerely…
“Who birthed Santa Clause?”
I came home late today to greet and send Sarah off to class with a hi-bye and an iluvu. Sully let the entire neighborhood know that he wasn’t happy with Sarah’s departure so we made a quick retreat into the house.
Kiera was eager to show off the Faerie box project she has begun. So far there are a few decorations and a couple of fleece pillows for them to rest on. Sully’s wailing followed us around the house until he spied the pickles in the fridge and immediately began to point and do his signature grunting.
We made our way into the sunporch to have a dance party. Kiera showed off her killer moves and Sully took notes. I was the honorary guest and an honor it was to see them moving so freely and happy to perform for their papa.
Kiera came over to me and gave me a big hug. I recognized the sweet familar smell in her hair and told her “You smell like camp fire.” She responded with a quip “Yup” and stepped away as quick as she appeared in my lap. She stopped and said “Wait…” and came rushing back. Kiera stuck her face into mine to take a whiff and announced “Yup, you smell like office.”
Fair enough.
The heat and humidity continues- goofy siblings loving life!
(Not sure how to flip the picture… this will have to do)
Kiera was in charge of scrap booking her page for this summer. When I asked if she wanted me to write “By Kiera”, she replied “No, I don’t want it to say bye, I want it to say hi Kiera!”
Friends new and old paid visits to kiera today as we waited for the doctors to come get her. Grandmas, grandpas, and good friends were with us when the nurse came to wheel her bed down the hall.
Her spirit was good as she was explained the process she would experience. She even had a few things to say about it herself. “Don’t cover my fumb, ok!”
Papa was able to hold her hand as she was put under (not an experience I wish to have again). She fell asleep quickly and we now wait, for the wonderful doctors to work their magic, sitting here in the waiting room. This has to be the worst part even though we are reassured of the doctors’ greatness.
It shouldn’t be long before the doctor comes to inform us of the procedure. We will be sure to update and have pictures…
