Back to Life!

~Leonidas on Watch~

 

So, here it is! 2013. (pause for dramatic effect....) OK. So, I guess here at the Salt Raker we have all come to realize the same thing that we realize every year....the more things change the more they stay the same!!  The children are blossoming into sparkling personalities and we are struggling to keep up! 

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Michaiya has settled nicely into the ripe old age of 7 and having become much more worldly in her time on this earth, she does not hesitate to share with you her metaphysical insights on the meaning of life and God's path for us all...yeah, that's right....why ask your pastor when you can ask Chaiya?  She spends so much time in meditation on the deeper aspects of the Christian walk that she can't help but allow it to come spewing forth like rivers of waters at the most convenient (for her) of times.

"Mommy, what's for dinner tonight?" 

"Chicken, Baby...and Spanish Rice."

"Rice?!  Are you sure you don't mean macaroni and cheese? (gaze dripping with stoicism)"

"Yeah...I'm pretty sure. (gaze dripping with cynicism)"

"(thoughtful pause) Did you ask Jesus about this?"

"(head drops) sigh."
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Josiah has decided that Autism be hanged, he is going to let the world see his true self: Sarcastic, Self-Serving Son-of-a-Gun!  The boy has managed to play the strong, silent type in a classroom surrounded by 20 other 5&6 year olds and has thus manipulated them into all vying for position as BFF!! Huh?  You may think how awesome that is, right?  To that I answer this: The boy is setting me up to be the main character in a Lifetime Television Movie as a mother who slowly went insane by hearing her name called by 21 children ALL DAY LONG!!!

"Mrs. Cox, Jo won't play with me!",  "Mrs. Cox, she sat next to Jo last time!", "Mrs. Cox, Jo said my name!",  "Mrs. Cox, Jo is my best friend....No, mine!....Nuh-uh! MINE!!!....I'm telling! Mrs. Cox!!!"  The whole time this joker just sits there with this smirk on his face and then casually asks for something trite that I KNOW he really doesn't want!!

"Mommy, can I have my red pencil, please?"  For WHAT??? So you can "x" me out as I pass out on the ground from YOUR friends?
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Adaiya has learned that being the youngest you have to play up your strengths to make your mark.  Therefore, she has studied the art of the "Pagent Walk" and has made the WORLD her stage. (covering my eyes!)  As she S-L-O-W-L-Y saunters into EVERY place we go, she waits patiently for the commentary that she KNOWS will follow from the proverbial sucker that was born a few minutes ago: "Oh, isn't she CUTE!"  "What a little lady!"  "How SWEET!"- SERIOUSLY?!  The kid has curb appeal, no question.  But the part that is frightening is how she knows how to work it!  With effortless grace, she finds her best light and flashes the million dollar grin....and the nations fall.  What?!  They wouldn't think she is so cute if they ever tried to feed her broccoli....yes, I'm a touch bitter.
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No doubt, they are worthy opponents.  Cox and I have already had many clandestine meetings to strategize our dominance for 2013...will we succeed?  I seriously doubt it.
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~Eve on Point~

Barbara: "The Lady in Red!"

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Any woman that has lived within a 50 mile radius of her mother knows that when you start having children there is a magical exchange that takes place.  It's strange because you would think in all the years you've been alive that your mom would have told you that you are really one of the Marvel Comic X-Men.  Your mutant power suddenly kicks in or something because you COMPLETELY disappear and the only thing left are the grandchildren! Of course, since you have disappeared, your mother nobly takes it upon herself to open the very gates of Heaven (usually picking the locks thereof with a very long church hat pin) and pour out upon the children the very Riches of Glory!! (These riches usually manifest themselves in the forms of stuffed, fluffy items, frosted or chocolate chipped treats and/or anything bedazzled or glittery.)  She lavishes every whim of the cherished grandchildren (whether real of imagined) upon them that she can possibly muster.  If she could candy coat their baby booties, add a bubble gum center and keep them to give them back to the children at their respective wedding days, she would do it!  She sees it as her duty to reward the babies for simply having skin.....daily.  If any of this sounds familiar, you might have a Grammy.

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My mother, Mrs. Barbara Jean Mills-Hamilton, is a 5'2'', red-headed, curly-haired, Bible verse quoting, Western Channel watching, "red is my favorite color" wearing, ice cream loving force of nature!  She is also "The Grammy", and being such is the emotional trump card to everything that happens at SRB!  As she feistily steps out of her Kia Sorrento, tells the dogs to shut up as she enters the yard, still stays on her phone conversation and holds her duffel bag she calls a purse over her elbow (as true ladies do) while balancing a foiled paper plate of goodies that she was given by her Service Club sister, you can't help but chuckle as she hot steps it to to porch.  You open the door because her hands are full (and because royalty demands these things) and she turns on her Superman X-ray vision (which apparently works even through bi-focals) and sees each of the grandchildren in their respective rooms and beelines for them.  I stand in awe as I swear she actually teleported THROUGH my body and straight to them!  Could she always do this stuff and I just missed it?

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Here's the thing... a Grammy is just a little opinionated, nostalgic, paranoid, irreverent ball of sunshine that warms your heart...but blinds you!  I hate to admit it, but she is vital to the balance of our yin and yang!  When she is not here, Devon is miserable because he has no one to argue with!  When I need to watch a good chick flick, but have someone ask me questions through the WHOLE THING.....who can I call on?  The Grammy!  Who will insist that she is COMPLETELY neglected by EVERYONE in the house as she eats my last Greek yogurt with her feet up on the couch while watching her 3rd episode of Bonanza that YOU had to turn to for her because she just doesn't understand why you don't get a remote that works?  The Grammy!  When the kids need an "impartial" judge who will ALWAYS rule in their favor against the parents, where do they go?  The Grammy!  Grammy is an institution all to herself.........why?......Because she says so! 

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"Blooming Bundles!"

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Posing above, in what may quite possibly be the winning photo for this season of America's Next Top Model, is The Bundles.  Addie is bigger than Madonna in this house.  No...really.  Winston Churchill, sliced bread and the Gutenberg Printing Press all pale in comparison to worldwide shock waves that this child sends out on a daily basis......at least in her head!

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Addie came into this world telling us off the bat that being the youngest means NOTHING if you can't put some swag on with it!  And this fact was drilled home recently with the blessed event of Addie achieving the ripe old age of 3.  In an event that made Paris Hilton's 21st birthday run look like an archaeological dig in a gated community, Addie's house help (that would be us) whisked a birthday cake to a room full of demanding 2 and 3 year olds who were all awaiting the long promised cake of Marie Antoinette.  The grovelling peasant 4 year olds were allowed to glean the leftovers and the personal assistants (that would be the teachers) were encouraged to eat a piece touched by Her Majesty as it was rumored to heal broken hearts and internal discomforts.

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All in all, I have to get a bit sentimental when I realize the last of our little clan is really trying to grow up.....fast.  Time waits for no man and if one doesn't take advantage of every moment that comes your way it is gone faster than a snowflake melting in your hand.  So watching her grow and discover the world with fresh and enthusiastic eyes is like watching a rare rose bloom at the end of the summer.  No matter the stage production involved in her expression of personality one thing is certain...the main character has a heart of gold....and we love her for it!

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"Happy Birthday, Bundles!"



'The Artist' Formerly Known As....Kaiya?

I think everyone kind of just sat there and blinked silently when the entertainment news media announced that the Pop/R&B icon, Prince, had officially changed his name to simply, "The Artist".  I mean, what were we supposed to feel at that time....shock?...confusion?...outrage?.....a foreboding feeling that all in the world will never be right again?  Well, I am sure the world breathed a tear stained sigh of relief when he graciously changed it back to Prince. Once again, all was right with the universe! For goodness sake!!  I wish these people would think about the trauma they put us through before they follow their creative natures and disassemble the constructs of our well ordered worlds!

Indeed, history repeats itself.  So, I walk into the playroom to observe the latest chalk mural designed by Kaiya.  She has written everyone's names on the walls....including, what I can only assume, is her own?  "Chaiya."  Really?  Already establishing your renegade identity?  At 6?  No, I couldn't resist:

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"Honey! Is this how you spell your nickname?"

(thoughtful pause) "Yes, Mommy."

"But, Mommy spells it with a 'K'........don't you like the 'K'."

(thoughtful pause) "Not really."

"You prefer the 'C-h'?"

(thoughtful pause) "Yes, Mommy.  'C-h' is really me."

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For all of you breaking into a cold, deja vu sweat, I'll keep you posted on this development...

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Hey.....What time is it?  PUPPY TIME!!!

Firstly...let me say that it is IMPOSSIBLE to take proper pictures of three 4 week old puppies all at one time!  ARE YOU KIDDING?  The first thing they did was anoint the carpet with liquid joy!  Enoch even took it upon himself to bless us with puppy poo while Eli and Eve distracted us with hide and go pee!
Let the montage begin...

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The pack hangs together...

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Enoch is happy to be here!

"Look out!  That blankie looks dangerous..."

Starting to stack!

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Elijah following his nose!

"Shhhh!  I'm stalking my prey..."

Preparing for his big entrance...

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Eve, the little princess...

"Don't let the highlights fool ya!  I'm just as tough as the boys!"

Pretty Profile!

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Even big bro can give kisses now and then!!

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Guess who is stricken with puppy love?
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"Keepin' it Real!"

Alrighty!  For those who may have a hard time reading the scrawl on this little piece of paper, I will help you out.  It says, "I Love My Mommy.  My Daddy Loves Dogs."  This scathing observation was recorded by our resident poet, Doodle, when she was 4 years old.  We laughed about it for days, but in my infinite wisdom I tore the prose from the notebook in which she had scribbled it and saved it on the refridgerator.  I know you're thinking, "What a sentimental mom!"  Please don't get confused!  As the laughter rang through the house, I knew that this seemingly benign piece of whimsy would someday serve as evidence.  Evidence to dispel the apparently popular conception that we in the Cox house are simply CRAZY for each other!  Well, I mean.....we ARE crazy for each other....but, even a CHILD can see that there is one love that trumps all.....dogs.  Devon....loves....dogs.  This is something that goes unquestioned at SRB.  Now the actual relevance of this tidbit of information will reveal itself in due course.  But I needed to set this up properly so you know from whence the rest will come!

Now, let me be fair.  I love dogs too!  I mean it's serious.  For Valentine's Day this year I was still recouperating from the flu.  Devon asked me what I wanted and the only thing I could come up with was some Italian food and us sitting in front of the television watching The Westminster Kennel Club Show!  Seriously!  That's all I wanted!!  There are many breeds that we admire for many different reasons.  But a good looking dog is gonna get our attention no matter the type!  So, what is so PROFOUND about Kaiya's first attempt at haiku is NOT that Devon loves dogs.  It's that in her humble opinion, Daddy loves dogs the way that SHE loves ME!  The love connection between her dad and myself doesn't seem to register at all! 

                                                                        WHAT??!!

Kids are painfully honest and I think Devon was amazed that his love for canines was so OBVIOUS!!!  What can I say?  The Kids definitely keep it real!  More to come, y'all.....