I want to write to you so that even the smallest details of your life are recorded so that you know how much we loved you as a baby.
Tonight, as you slept peacefully, your father snuck into your room and farted loudly into the baby monitor so that I got the scare of my life while washing dishes in the kitchen next to the speaker.
I apologize.
Love,
your mother
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Story time
I love story time. It's mellow, the boys laugh and snuggle in with their dad, and I get a chance to catch my breath.
When did children's book authors become so great? This is what I heard from the couch just now:
My older sister thinks she's so pretty. I told her that no matter how much time she spends looking in the mirror, her face will always look just like her rear end." -Diary of a Worm
How many times have you wanted to say that to someone?
Walk, don't run.
or crawl, even.
What is it about the third kid that makes them grow and develop in fast motion? I think the elapsed time between learning to crawl, then walk, and now run is like a nanosecond and I fear she will be riding a bike and driving by the end of the week. The oldest was 15 months before he showed us that he knew how to walk (I say this because we set him down to get him to take a few steps one night and he took off all over the apartment and never stopped). The middlest walked somewhere between 12 and 13 months and the pink baby has been walking for a few weeks already.
I was reminded quickly how much I hate this stage. Yeah, it's cute that she's wants to toddle all over the place with the drunken-sailor swagger and Frankenstein arms. But really, it's a nightmare because she wants down ALL THE TIME. And you know, sometimes it's just not safe or convenient even to have a one year old cruising the area. And the level of sass she's already exuding and the screeching (oh the screeching!) make the matter worse.
What is it about the third kid that makes them grow and develop in fast motion? I think the elapsed time between learning to crawl, then walk, and now run is like a nanosecond and I fear she will be riding a bike and driving by the end of the week. The oldest was 15 months before he showed us that he knew how to walk (I say this because we set him down to get him to take a few steps one night and he took off all over the apartment and never stopped). The middlest walked somewhere between 12 and 13 months and the pink baby has been walking for a few weeks already.
I was reminded quickly how much I hate this stage. Yeah, it's cute that she's wants to toddle all over the place with the drunken-sailor swagger and Frankenstein arms. But really, it's a nightmare because she wants down ALL THE TIME. And you know, sometimes it's just not safe or convenient even to have a one year old cruising the area. And the level of sass she's already exuding and the screeching (oh the screeching!) make the matter worse.
The routine goes something like this:
*Pick PB (pink baby) up
*She arches her back
*She screeches
*She wiggles
*I loose my balance
*Pick PB (pink baby) up
*She arches her back
*She screeches
*She wiggles
*I loose my balance
*More arching and screeching
*I give in and set her down
*She laughs and runs away
*I remember that she's only one and smile
*I realize that, Dear Lord! SHE'S ONLY ONE! and I have years and years of this to go.
*I hold back tears and suppress the panic attack.
*and pick her up... wash, rinse, repeat.
*I give in and set her down
*She laughs and runs away
*I remember that she's only one and smile
*I realize that, Dear Lord! SHE'S ONLY ONE! and I have years and years of this to go.
*I hold back tears and suppress the panic attack.
*and pick her up... wash, rinse, repeat.
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