Molly made a card for Julie today with a lovely little drawing of the two of them. Below is the text verbatim:
I LOVE U
MOMMY
FRUM
MOLLY
TO
MOMMY
DOT LOS
THIS
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Daddy's hat
That's what Kate's wearing this afternoon. And not much else.
The girls have been snuggly today. Kate came over to Molly's chair at lunch and said, "need nuggle." She nuzzled against Molly for a while and eventually climbed up to share the chair. She petted Molly's head. Molly asked for more.
The girls have been snuggly today. Kate came over to Molly's chair at lunch and said, "need nuggle." She nuzzled against Molly for a while and eventually climbed up to share the chair. She petted Molly's head. Molly asked for more.
Monday, March 4, 2013
'Uppy peez Mommy"
As little Kate approaches her second birthday, I find myself finally finding it weird to refer to her as a baby.
Maybe it's that she finally has hair (I know I've said that before, but you can really see it now ... if you look closely).
Or maybe it's that she's so chatty. There are four real voices talking at dinner now. Anybody who hangs out with her for a few minutes is likely to hear stories about "ballet cass" and the "trampoline." Yesterday she retold many times the story of how she fell off a stool and hurt her foot and needed a Bandaid. Today she told me several times how she "saw Missy cat last night."
She's really into taking her pants off lately. She can't get her own shirt off yet but with a little help from sister she often walks out of the bedroom naked.
She CAN take off her own diaper. The best instance of that was when I was ignoring a noticeably stinky one Friday so I could finish some chore and she decided she wasn't going to wait around for me to change her. Ack!!! (I hope Freddy didn't come home with that story :) )
She picks up new words and phrases every day. Today she started answering "why" questions with "because." Sunday morning when we were up before dawn making oatmeal I noticed a pool of water on the kitchen floor near the cabinet where she was playing. I said, "I wonder where that water came from" and she said, "Sink maybe?" All day she was adding "maybe" to her answers to my "where is" questions. (turned out it was not water on the floor but the consequence of her diaper sliding down into the pant leg of her footie jammies -- ick! And all this mess before we've even started potty training!)
A week or two ago she was compulsively counting, mostly by 2s -- 2,4,6,8,9,10,11. She always counts to 11. :) I suspected Molly had something to do with all this counting. When I asked her if she taught Kate to count by 2s she thought for a while, then said, "you mean 1, 3, (pause) 5 (pause) 7 ...." and on and on. Guess not.
By far her favorite phrase is still "Uppy peez Mommy," mostly when I'm trying to cook. I think she would be quite happy to be permanently attached to my left hip. She's got this tricky maneuver where she tucks her knees up when I try to put her down, forcing me to either hang on or lay her down on her back on the cold stone floor.
Fortunately Molly usually comes to the rescue and thinks up some way to lure out of the kitchen. If all else fails, she can usually detach Kate from my hip by lifting her shirt and showing her her belly button. Somehow belly button play trumps watching Mommy cook. Thank goodness!!
OK, off to work on all this kindergarten registration paperwork for Molly. They ask you to describe your child's personality and interests, then give you just two little lines to write. Where to start!
Maybe it's that she finally has hair (I know I've said that before, but you can really see it now ... if you look closely).
Or maybe it's that she's so chatty. There are four real voices talking at dinner now. Anybody who hangs out with her for a few minutes is likely to hear stories about "ballet cass" and the "trampoline." Yesterday she retold many times the story of how she fell off a stool and hurt her foot and needed a Bandaid. Today she told me several times how she "saw Missy cat last night."
She's really into taking her pants off lately. She can't get her own shirt off yet but with a little help from sister she often walks out of the bedroom naked.
She CAN take off her own diaper. The best instance of that was when I was ignoring a noticeably stinky one Friday so I could finish some chore and she decided she wasn't going to wait around for me to change her. Ack!!! (I hope Freddy didn't come home with that story :) )
She picks up new words and phrases every day. Today she started answering "why" questions with "because." Sunday morning when we were up before dawn making oatmeal I noticed a pool of water on the kitchen floor near the cabinet where she was playing. I said, "I wonder where that water came from" and she said, "Sink maybe?" All day she was adding "maybe" to her answers to my "where is" questions. (turned out it was not water on the floor but the consequence of her diaper sliding down into the pant leg of her footie jammies -- ick! And all this mess before we've even started potty training!)
A week or two ago she was compulsively counting, mostly by 2s -- 2,4,6,8,9,10,11. She always counts to 11. :) I suspected Molly had something to do with all this counting. When I asked her if she taught Kate to count by 2s she thought for a while, then said, "you mean 1, 3, (pause) 5 (pause) 7 ...." and on and on. Guess not.
By far her favorite phrase is still "Uppy peez Mommy," mostly when I'm trying to cook. I think she would be quite happy to be permanently attached to my left hip. She's got this tricky maneuver where she tucks her knees up when I try to put her down, forcing me to either hang on or lay her down on her back on the cold stone floor.
Fortunately Molly usually comes to the rescue and thinks up some way to lure out of the kitchen. If all else fails, she can usually detach Kate from my hip by lifting her shirt and showing her her belly button. Somehow belly button play trumps watching Mommy cook. Thank goodness!!
OK, off to work on all this kindergarten registration paperwork for Molly. They ask you to describe your child's personality and interests, then give you just two little lines to write. Where to start!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
New home
Fingers crossed, this is where we're going to be living in a few months. We had our offer accepted last Sunday and got to go back this morning for the inspection. The house is old but thankfully in great shape.
We are super excited about the house and perhaps even more excited to (hopefully) be done shopping. Hooray!!
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| The children made themselves right at home already. :) |
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Girl play
Two giggling girls just brought me to the living room to show me something.
What is it?
"The helicopter and airplane are eating."
Giggles.
What is it?
"The helicopter and airplane are eating."
Giggles.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Back to winter
The kids are in the midst of a somewhat momentous cold. Kate has been so stuffed up that she stopped nursing. She's been pretty much weaned for months now, just nursing at nap and bedtime. It's funny that a day or two went by before I even realized that she hadn't nursed. It's also funny that she weaned within a week or two of the same age Molly weaned.
The unintended consequence however is that Kate also seems to have forgotten how to nap. And she doesn't seem to care! It's really my only sadness about weaning -- that nursing was like a magic trick that would take her from wide awake to snoring in about two minutes at nap time. (No such magic at bedtime, she was almost always still awake when I put her in the crib at night, thank goodness).
I've tried for a few days to close the curtains, turn on the white noise and rock her at nap time -- the whole routine minus milk. She never asks to nurse, seems to enjoy the rocking, then pops up to play. She flips out if I put her in the crib.
On the first child, no doubt I would have fought her on keeping the nap. Poor Molly. I read too many parenting books back then.
This time? Meh. I hate everything about trying to get a person to sleep when they don't want to sleep. Hands down that's been my most frustrating parenting experience.
So good-bye nap. Maybe it'll come back. Maybe not. Whatever. Kate's not melting down in the late afternoon or anything. In fact, she goes to bed easier at night and wakes up fewer times before morning. She's getting 11 or 12 hours of sleep. I'm just not going to sweat it.
Here we are making brownies with mint chips. I don't know what's gotten into me but we've been baking a ton of junk lately. Meh. Molly's also into eating whole raw radishes lately, so whatever.
It's been very cold but we've been self-quarantined long enough from these colds that we need to get outside at least a little bit whenever we can stand it. This past snow was a really good toddler depth yet still enough for Molly to make angels.
The unintended consequence however is that Kate also seems to have forgotten how to nap. And she doesn't seem to care! It's really my only sadness about weaning -- that nursing was like a magic trick that would take her from wide awake to snoring in about two minutes at nap time. (No such magic at bedtime, she was almost always still awake when I put her in the crib at night, thank goodness).
I've tried for a few days to close the curtains, turn on the white noise and rock her at nap time -- the whole routine minus milk. She never asks to nurse, seems to enjoy the rocking, then pops up to play. She flips out if I put her in the crib.
On the first child, no doubt I would have fought her on keeping the nap. Poor Molly. I read too many parenting books back then.
This time? Meh. I hate everything about trying to get a person to sleep when they don't want to sleep. Hands down that's been my most frustrating parenting experience.
So good-bye nap. Maybe it'll come back. Maybe not. Whatever. Kate's not melting down in the late afternoon or anything. In fact, she goes to bed easier at night and wakes up fewer times before morning. She's getting 11 or 12 hours of sleep. I'm just not going to sweat it.
Here we are making brownies with mint chips. I don't know what's gotten into me but we've been baking a ton of junk lately. Meh. Molly's also into eating whole raw radishes lately, so whatever.
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