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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 9:47 am
{Writing My Life Story} Addie's Online Journal Log v.
01/18/08
Dear Journal,
Nerissa has made her appearance, finally, after months and months of waiting and taking care of the cabbage. This is the second child that has come from a plant. Gaia certainly is the strangest places. Unfortunately (Or maybe fortunately, from the eyes of my work) she seems to have made her appearance rather close to the appearance of the other one. Landon.
Within three days, actually. It's slightly overwhelming having two babies in the house along with a very indignant Serra who isn't getting as much attention as she did before and thus is lashing out. But I'm really, really happy with the two of them. A beautiful little girl who is quiet (though sometimes loudly protests her inability to do much more than wriggle around due to her lack of legs) and a handsome little boy.
Who is anything but quiet and has a tendency to attempt and bite his way out of the clothing I put him in. (I suppose this journal entry is nicer than the first. I've calmed down quite a bit, please disregard the other)
The two provide a beautiful contrast to each other, this much I can fully admit. If I didn't have Nerissa's quiet presence along with his more destructive one, I can assure you that I would go quite mad. Thankfully, this is not the case and I have some semblance of balance in this life that I must get used to.
I never saw myself as a mother to begin with and now being faced with being a single mother of three young ones is, admittedly, quite scary. I don't know how I can do it and maintain my job. I cannot afford baby sitters all the time and while I have much of the family money at my disposal, I have a strict policy with not touching it and making my own way. I never liked depending on others.
But perhaps it's my own selfish need to prove myself. I have three little ones depending on me now. Would it be right of me to let them go without because of my own preconceived notions? Is it fair to ME to have to go against what I've felt was right all of my life? What would mother and father tell me to do? Well, I know what THEY would tell me to do...I suppose I just need to step back and assess this.
I have a lot of thinking to do and I think Landon just hit Nerissa because I hear crying and it's definitely not Serra. So I must bid you adieu for this evening. Wish me luck!
~Addie
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 9:59 am
{A Place For Us} A Room For Nerissa & Landon i. It had been almost immediately that Addie had gone to the bank to withdraw the funds that would be needed to turn one of the guest bedrooms into a bedroom to be shared between Landon and Nerissa. Normally, she would have given each their own room (Considering they did have quite a large home) but she found it silly as both were still babies and it didn't seem practical to do much else. Besides, it would cost more to fix up two rooms and she wanted to be able to pay at least for one of them by herself. Already she'd broken one rule - touching the family money - but that was a necessary evil.
The banker, who had known her family for as long as she could remember, seemed utterly surprised but genuinely happy to see the proud Aderyn using the funds which had been rotting for fifteen years. Without hesitation, and a purse full of cash (Heaven forbid there be a check record of her weakness), Addie returned home, paid the sitter, and looked at her three children.
Serra was currently sitting in a corner, finger painting with all sorts of colors - most which were on her, or the floor, and not the paper itself. Addie inwardly cringed at how she was going to get electro-green out of her pristine white carpet, but let it go for the moment. Nerissa was curled up and napping on a blanket which had been laid out on the floor, Serra's stuffed octopus clutched tightly in her small hands (which was amazing considering Serra’s inability to share anything, truly, was what Addie had come to know her for lately) and Landon…Well, Landon seemed to be entranced by the television, with the dancing things called Teletubbies that the historian just didn’t understand the point of. Apparently, it was good for children and helped them learn. Idly, Addie wondered what they learned other than drugs were bad.
She had decided that the room would be done in a sunny gold-yellow that matched the mer-child’s tail, with a blue trim (Though what shade wouldn’t clash was beyond her, and she’d have to pour over swatches for hours, she was sure) to compliment Landon. If they were to be sharing a room, it would be equally. Certainly, her son would likely complain later about sharing with a girl, but at the moment there was no other choice.
Then there were the things she would need to buy which included bedding, toys, furniture (Bunk beds? Regular beds?), curtains, books, and a wading pool. In the short time she had with her new daughter, she’d discovered that she didn’t do well without water and figured having a small childs pool somewhere in the room to slither over to (When she could actually slither rather than scoot herself along) when she needed water as, obviously, Addie would not be there all day as much as she wished she could be.
”Serra? Let’s get you cleaned up,” she murmured toward the girl as she came closer, careful not to wake the sleeping Nerissa off to the side as she picked her toddler up, holding her on her hip (which also got paint on it, ugh!) and carried her up to the bathroom. “So, little girl, you’re going to help me today.”
”Mmm?” Came Serra’s reply as she sat still, allowing her mother to take off the smock she was wearing (Which had become a rule in the household when it came to painting) which had, thankfully, protected her sea-green dress which was her favorite of the week.
“Mmhm, we’re going to the store to get things for Nerissa and Landon’s room today. You won’t need to share your room anymore in a few days. You think you’re up to helping me?” A cloth was wetted in the sink before it was brought to the child’s face, the material being stained with electro-green, plasma-purple and outrageous-orange as it was swiped across.
”Can help,” Serra agreed, “Want my room back.” Her eyes shut as her mother washed her. At least this cloth was soft, and not rough. The sitter had a tendency to grab whatever she could to wash her face.
”Give me your hands,” Addie toned, allowing Serra to obey before she began to wipe them down as well. The cloth was turning an interesting shade of brown in places where the colors mixed, and she knew that she’d need to get some bleach on it to keep the pristine white if she wanted to save it. “It’s a big responsibility to be a big sister, you know.”
”Uh huh,” the toddler murmured, pulling her hands back once her mother was done with them, placing them in her lap. She had no idea what the word ‘responsibility’ meant, but she knew it was important.
”And just because there are now two other children in the house you know that you’re not any less special, right?”
Serra sent a look to her mother which clearly said ‘Of course nobody’s more special than me’ before nodding her head. OF COURSE she knew that! Sure, she hadn’t been getting as much time lavished on her, but that was no different from when her mother went to work and left her with that awful babysitter. Well, she wasn’t awful but she wasn’t her mother.
“All right, let’s get going then.” Addie went through the door connecting the bathroom to Serra’s room to get her Mary Janes and brought them back, slipping them on the child’s feet. “I’m going to need you to walk or float beside me, since I need to carry Nerissa and make sure Landon doesn’t try to run off and terrorize the general populace, okay?”
Frowning, Serra shook her head, “Use pram.” She pointed to the one that had been hers, which was sitting off to the side of her bed. It hadn’t been used since she’d been able to walk and zoom around on her Doom-cloud. “For Nerissa.”
A smile touched the historian’s face and she nodded, letting the girl hop from the counter and go down the stairs while she picked the pram up and somehow maneuvered it down them and to the ground floor. The sleepy Nerissa was placed in the pram, the top drawn for shade, while she looked at Landon who had yet to move from his position in front of the television.
“Landon.”
No response.
”Landon!”
Still no response.
“Landon Essander Barclay, if you do not get up and come with me, I will put you in a dress.” THAT seemed to get the boy’s attention and he scowled toward his mother, pushing himself up into a wobbly standing position.
“Coming.”
”Do you need me to put your shoes on?”
”No.”
”Do you know how to do it?” She’d tried to show the toddler, but trying to teach Landon anything was like trying to pull the teeth of a crocodile.
“No.”
”Then you need my help.” She moved to get his shoes from the closet by the door, but Landon shook his head, “Well, you’re not going barefoot.”
He nodded, then, and started out the door and was almost there when Addie swooped in and picked him up, despite his struggling and kicking. “You will wear shoes, young man. I already allowed you to go without your tie.”
The young boy stilled. If it was a choice between a tie and his shoes, he’d take shoes any day. Pleased with her progress, the historian sat him down, fetched his shoes, and started to put them on the boy who looked like he couldn’t stay still if his life depended on it. “There. Now, where’s Serra…”
The girl coughed from behind her, handing her the baby pink blanket that Nerissa had been asleep on and the plushie, “She’ll want it, and Octo,” Serra said softly, waiting for her mother to take the offered objects.
“Thank you, Serra,” Addie beamed at her eldest, bending to kiss her fully on the forehead before herding her children out the door and toward a day of shopping. This would definitely prove to be interesting.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 10:00 am
{A Place For Us} A Room For Nerissa & Landon ii. Nerissa and Landon's Rooms Set Up - Phase 2. THE PAINT JOB OF DEATH
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