“I’m Bossy but a Little Bit Polite”

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Summer 2013. Grandpa made this for J because it just fits. Says J: “I’m bossy, but a little bit polite.”

I hope that we’ve established by now that Julianna is wise beyond her years. Her remarkable words about heaven are what started my quest to share her with the world. She teaches me to embrace joy instead of giving into fear.

J’s wisdom is not limited to the profound. This girl knows that there is a certain way to do things, and she is not afraid to deliver her opinions. For example,

Be direct but kind

Julianna tells us she loves us at least ten times per day. Sometimes it’s tactical.

Background: Moving J from sitting to laying down is complicated – there are tubes and lines to watch. It’s one of the main things that a new caregiver has to learn.

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June 2015. Moving Julianna takes practice. (Photo by Aubrie LeGault, Capturing Grace Photography)

March 2015

Today I moved J from the chair to the couch. It was awkward.

J: Are you training?

Later that night, I ask her about  her comment. She avoids eye contact and says:

J: Mom, I love you!

Take care of your face

April 2015

I try to wipe Julianna’s face with a baby wipe. She refuses.

J: They’re for bums. And trash cans.

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June 2015. Washcloths, not baby wipes. (Photo by Aubrie LeGault, Capturing Grace Photography)

And Don’t Forget your Neck

Dec 2015. Bedtime with J. I’m bent over her at an awkward angle.

J: Your neck is wrinkled!

M: I can’t help it. I’m old.

J: You have to help it. Help it!

M: How?

J: Don’t bend your neck.

Sometimes cute requires sacrifice 

Everyone in our house has a big cranium.

(High school flashback: It’s a few weeks before graduation, and I’m being fitted for my cap and gown, and it’s not fun. The principal tries to make me feel better. “Some football player” has a cap size bigger than mine.)

There’s no way around it: the headband and tiara industries are sizeist. Julianna refuses to be excluded.

Last week, I picked up a cute headband for J.

J: I love it!

M: You won’t be able to wear it for very long, Julianna. It’s tight.

J: C’mon mom. I’m tough!

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Aug 2015.

Accessorize!

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Dec 2014. Channeling Rudolph, not Bozo.

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Oct 2014. Numchucks elevate the dreaded hospital gown.

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July 2015. Who said BiPAP has to be boring?

“The Claws are for Bad Guys”

Banner photo by Aubrie LeGault, Capturing Grace photography

Last December, Julianna told Make-A-Wish that she wanted 1) a white kitten named Snowflake and 2) a pink princess room with sparkle. Make-A-Wish came through big on the second wish:

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Jan 2015. Make-A-Wish princess room.

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Jan 2015. Kitty corner (Steve’s creation)

I was in charge of the first wish. I got the kitten part right: this is George.

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Dec 2015. Humane Society meet and greet.

Julianna wanted a cute and cuddly friend. He has turned out to be a good therapy cat.

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Dec 2015

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Dec 2015

George was just three months old when he came to us, and had a lot to learn.

Dec 2014 – journal entry

First day with George. He jumped on the couch while I was trying to do J’s treatment. I put him down. He jumped right back up. Down again. After the third time, Julianna turns to me.

J: Mom, I think George is stupid. Don’t tell Dad

(She really wouldn’t let me tell him for a while. I think she was afraid that George would be sent back. And she knows we don’t like that word…)

We tried to teach George through positive reinforcement, and asked Julianna to reward him when he was being good.

Jan 2015 – journal entry

George comes into J’s room and is calm:

J: Welcome, George, welcome! I love you. You’re so kind. Thank you. Welcome to my room!

Another time.

J: Welcome to my room, George! You’re so beautiful. I mean, handsome. Thank you. I love you.

As George become more of an established presence in our house, he showed up in Julianna’s imagination and role-playing:

26 Feb 15 – journal entry, conversation with Steve

J: I am a kitty. A brown kitty.

S: You are a cat with brown fur and cute eyes. And soft paws

J: I have claws.

S: You have claws? But you never use them, right?

J: The claws are for bad guys.

S: Oh.

J: The biting is for really bad guys.