Interview with a couple of teenagers

In the past week Julia and Sebastian each seemed to have aged a year or three. Tomorrow I'm going to wake up and they're going to be pulling out of the driveway headed to high school (although by then I bet the driving age will have been bumped up to 19 years of age or something convenient like that) and I'll wonder what happened to the toddlers responsible for my head full of luscious grey locks. I don't know what it is because they still get into the screamiest squabbles and rely on their parental units to be fed, bathed, dressed, and coddled but I've noticed little things they say and do that have me and Simon looking at each other and saying the old wistful cliché, "they're really growing up." Of course now that I'm sitting down I can't think of the best examples but off the top of my flighty little head I remember Sebastian hearing Julia wake up from her nap yesterday evening (sister J needs her marathon naps .... or else) and he scrambled to get up from the table and get a fork from the drawer so that she could eat her dinner when she came out of her room. Maybe he was being nice or maybe he was just anticipating a tantrum if she didn't have the exact same utensil as Bash but I'll take it either way. Julia voluntarily gave Theo her very beloved purple sippy last night on the way home because he was a hot mess of tears and I think she could sense that Mom was headed that same direction if he carried on the entire drive to our house. Sebastian readies the bathroom for Julia's visits (I guess this might be a little weird .... ) by setting up the step stool and putting the little potty training lid device thing on the toilet and then patiently waits to be allowed to flush when she's all finished. And Julia is constantly making deals with me, "if I'm patient for five minutes then I can have two magical jelly beans - does that sound like a plan?" etc.

And whenever Sebastian falls down and starts crying Julia drops what she's doing and starts making a big fuss over him, "oh, sweets - are you going to make it?" ("sweets" is not a term of endearment I use ... although I do frequently ask if the injured party is going to make it .... let's cut to the chase, dear child) Bash has started to refer to himself as, "bitchy" - I'm assuming trying to say, "bashy" and he says thank you all the time. It will be a short-lived phase but it's one I'm enjoying as opposed to his trash-emptying days that seemed to be neverevereverevereverending.

Julia will be three in a couple of days and Sebastian will be two next month and I've seen these types of interviews (although I'm sure they are shorter -- brevity will never be something I ever pretend to strive for - ever) around the web and so I asked them both these questions this morning. I'm sure a lot of their answers would be different just five minutes later ...

what is your name?
Julia: Julia
Bash: (nods)

How old are you?
Julia: two
Bash: two

What's your favorite thing to do?
Julia: I like to go on rides
Bash: (picks nose)

What's your favorite book?
Julia: my Dora book
Bash: (walks away)

What's your favorite show?
Julia: Dora Christmas
Bash: show

what's your favorite song?
Julia: the Giggle Giggle song
Bash: no

What does Daddy do at work?
Julia: he works
Bash: donuts

What do you want for your birthday?
Julia: a sparkle (sprinkle) cake
Bash: dance (dances)

What is your favorite color?
Julia: purple
Bash: blue

Whats your favorite outfit?
Julia: purple outfits
Bash: blue

Where's your favorite place to go?
Julia: go get cookies
Bash: cookie

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Julia: a princess
Bash: truck

When you get sick what makes you feel better?
Julia: coffee
Bash: sorry?

What scares you?
Julia: the vacuum
Bash: thank you!

What makes you happy?
Julia: cookies
Bash: baths

Who's your favorite person?
Julia: mommy
Bash: Dadda

Whats your favorite toy?
Julia: big girls don't have toys
Bash: no