This weekend while I was sick in bed you wrote your very first book. Bobby was talking about how he was going to dye his hair blonde after you had sprayed yours purple. You went into your room and composed this masterpiece titled: “Don’t Spray Your Hair Blonde Bobby”
Page 1: Don’t Spray Your Hair Blonde Bobby (Scarlet Payne 2014)
Page 2: No crying in front of me. That is weird. (Illustration of blonde bobby crying in front of purple haired you)
Page 3: I don’t like that hair. (Illustration of you, Agnes, and me sticking our tongues out at blonde bobby)
Page 4: I will be mad. I am mad at you. No being silly.
Page 5: I can’t take it anymooorrrreeee!!! And I’m in pain. She is red because it is like the author’s name. Scarlet Payne (red pain) Weird. (This one I had to have you explain and then almost passed out from cuteness overload. I read to as “anymore” and you said “Don’t you see the exclamations?! It’s ANYMOOORREE!!!” I lost it)
Even though this book is mildly rude and incredibly sassy, I am in love and so proud of you. You are supposed to be recognizing certain sight words and this point, but as far as writing and trying to spell out sentences on your own like that, you’re pretty far ahead of what you’re being taught in kindergarten right now. You are so smart and funny, Scarlet. I love hanging out with you.
We got you a pair of binoculars at an estate sale for $5 and you’ve been really into birdwatching.
The most recents of you and your BFF, Reggie. You are really into costume makeup lately.
We got Bobby a Wreck-It Ralph cake for his birthday. You got more film for your Polaroid and we took Wreck-It Ralph/Vanellope pictures.
"But I gotta say, the best part of my day is when I get thrown off the roof. Because when the nicelanders lift me up, I get a perfect view of Sugar Rush. And I can see Vanellope racing. The players love her, glitch and all. Turns out I don’t need a medal to tell me I’m a good guy. Because if that little kid likes me… how bad could I be?”
Thank you for all the kind words and support while I wasn’t posting. I apologize for the lack of response. This is a personal project that has kind of gained a little too much attention for my comfort. I have asked Scarlet what she wants to me do, as far as continuing, and she says she wants me to. Even after I delayed for another month or two. I fear that maybe it will be one of those things that are really cool when you’re 6 and terribly embarrassing when you’re 12, like unicorn wallpaper. So, for now, this will be public. I’m not sure for how long or at what rate the posts will come. I guess we are taking it day by day. Thank you. - Kait Payne
Pretty sure we need a sign for our front door that says SAD GIRLS CLUB: Pouters Welcome.
This was the night we rang in 2014. We went pretty hard. As usual, there have been a lot of changes that came with the new year. It has truly been the year of mirror selfies for us, which seems silly and petty but actually stands for more than that.
I’ve always tried really hard to pretend I don’t hate my body in front of you because you know that it’s the machine that built you. It’s the rocket you landed here on earth in. How could I possibly resent the very thing that gave me the human I love the most in the world? And, worse yet, how could I let you know that I do? It’s a slap in the face and I refuse to take it lightly.
Instead, I tell you that the stretch marks are the places where your tiny nails clawed to get out, that you were born curious and eager, demanding. I’m so proud of those qualities in you. How could I ever hate the proof?
But so much of 2014 has been about accepting the things that are, and maybe always were. I feel so good about this year and all of the things in it.
I know I took a break from posting regularly. I’ve been struggling on whether or not I want to continue this so publicly, but here you are with the dog we rescued. Her name is Agnes Medusa and you are totally in love.
Today you wanted your hair sprayed purple. You are still the wild child you always were, and I hope you’ll always be… scratches and paint marks included.
Pictures from recent trips to Mt. Scott. You are so fearless, it gives all of is anxiety. I’m glad you have an adventurer’s heart though, you’ve got the guts in your blood for sure. I have no doubts at all that you will take all that courage and run with it. You’re gonna take over the world one day, zero doubts in my mind.
Some of my very favorite moments in life are when we are just lounging around, chatting in bed making fart jokes or just watching you sleep. Sometimes you’ll let out a little giggle when you’re in deep sleep and I don’t think there is anything in this entire world that brings me more joy than those tiny moments. You’ve done it since you were a tiny baby. It makes me wonder what’s going on in that big beautiful brain of yours. Either way, I live for those slumber giggles.
Yesterday when I went to pick you up from school you walked out in a single file line with the rest of your class, full on skele mode with your glittery backpack. My MartianChild, always.
Today you stayed home from school sick. I sang you Say Anything for lullabies and you mostly just watched shows. We got a surprise package from Vail which cheered you up quite a bit. I can hear your congested breathing in the next room and I just want you to know I’d switch places with you if I could. I’d take your snot. I love you that much, snot much. It is much. Way way more than you know.
You had a loose tooth before you left for your dad’s last week. I thought for sure you’d lose your first one over there. You knew I was sad about it because I told you about how I wanted to make a locket with it and the time I watched those first few teeth come up like flowers from a mouth that was just learning how to make words. You let it be loose all week at your dad’s and pulled that sucker the second you got to school Monday morning. Most loyal dream baby. And I can’t even talk about the letter you wrote (had me write) to the tooth fairy without tearing up. She left you a very sparkly dollar and a fox necklace. You were impressed to say the least.
Today you decided to make good use of the purple hairspray you got with your giftcard. Rainy day blues, or rainy day purples I guess.