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Vacation faces

August 31, 2011

We’re back from a week of sun, sand, sleep deprivation, and too much ice cream.  Lots and lots of ice cream.  Along the way, Soph sampled her new mad face more than once:

I'm on the beach and really am having a good time, but mylanta mom, stop taking my fricking picture! For realz!

This face has been in heavy rotation recently.  Behold:

The merry-go-round. My favorite ride. Get that camera away, mom!

 We are SUPER excited to see how Soph brings it when she is a teen.  Because clearly, this gal can bring it.

Happy days are here again

I didn’t ask for a brother…

August 13, 2011
Is among the popular refrains Soph utters  shouts when she is feeling particularly mad/jealous/pay attention to meeeeeeeeeeee!   This usually occurs when I am either nursing J or, well, pretty much anytime I give him a slight bit more attention than she likes (because if there is something I have learned in this parenting adventure, it is that 3.83 year olds like attention.  Lots and lots of good old attention.  Especially when you have their baby brother glued to your mammary for what must seem like hours.  Because time is funny like that when you are 3.83). 
 

And the funny part about all of the kvethching she does it is that she clearly does love her brother.  (At least this is the theory we are going with.  Don’t burst our bubble). Sometimes that love may be perceived as just a little too strong (ie, the squeezed hands incidents of MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturdaySunday), but when he is not around she always asks where he is.   And when he is coming back. 

And oh does J love him some Soph.  When he comes downstairs in the morning (no, not on his own yet.  That will probably be in the next week. Lord help us ) his eyes search out her face and when he spots her, he grins from ear to ear.  I don’t even garner that kind of reaction and I am so NOT responsible for the squeezed hands incidents of MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturdaySunday.   But he giggles and laughs at her antics (throwing a ball straight at me?  HILARIOUS baby humor) and I think she likes this.   Likes making her baby brother smile and giggle his way to happiness.

But oh, these sibling relationships, they just are so complicated wonderful  wonderfully complicated.

Both our worlds are about to be ROCKED

I think he will find Chevy Chase hilarious

August 6, 2011

J is a fan of the slapstick.  Soph tips over a small table? The little guy finds it a riot.  She jumps up and down and yells in his face?  Pure comic genius.  Someone  Soph trips and falls?  He’s cracking up.  What this says about his sense of humor, we’re not sure.  But I can’t wait to share some classic Vacation movies with him.  Someone in this family has to like them with me.

Just, you know, laughing at someone else's misfortune

The funny things she says (part one of a million)

August 5, 2011

Soph has a great sense of humor.  Really.  Roop and I attribute this alternately to either one of us (clearly me), or to Grammy.  Just today, we were on our way to the park and I promise to goodness, this was our conversation:

Soph: “Was that a man or a lady?” whilst pointing to an obvious man waiting for the bus.

Me: “A man.”

Soph: “Good.  I need a man.” 

In between deciding whether to laugh or bust out my (most definitely age appropriate) spiel on feminism, Soph clarified.

“I mean, I need daddy.  To push me on the swings. Because you’ll be busy with Jackson.” 

Phew.

What? You don't wear a purple tiara and matching purple polka-dotted shirt?

So I’m new here…

August 4, 2011

I’m new to this world of Stay At Home-parenting (and I say parenting because we have some stay at home dad friends.  Some, not lots.  I am also new to this acronym world.  SAHM?  Saw-m?)  Anywho…so I have been home about a month now with our two chickens (and when I say chickens, I don’t mean literal chickens.  That would be our neighbors up the street.  YES!  In the city of Bmore.  Great, right?)  I mean our two kidlets, Soph and J, ages 3.83 and seven months, respectively.  And in this month “at home” (and I use that loosely, as I apparently am using parentheses loosely, because, mylanta, we I like to get out of the house daily) I have learned some things…

1) I like to get out of the house daily.  Aside from the obvious joy of  buckling and unbuckling said kidlets in and out of their car seats in bajillion degree heat, getting out is good for me  us.

2) I am terrible at spot cleaning.  Seriously, when considering this SAH gig, I thought, yikes, I am a terrible house cleaner.  Now when both of us were working, the story was, well, we’re busy, working, two kids, no time to clean the house.  Now, since all I have been doing is sitting around eating bon-bons (I know!  Best job ever!) I really should become a better housecleaner.  Which I think I read somewhere may encompass spot-cleaning clothes.  Which I don’t have any knack/interest in.

3) Soph likes to talk.  A lot.  You know sometimes at work, when you need a break, you could shut your door and put your head down for five minutes?  I miss that.  All that other stuff that went along with my job?  Not so much (right now.  This may change in a few days months).  But shutting my door?  Yep. 

4) Number 3 explains why I have become a naptime vigilante.  Ok, so the term is somewhat scary, and I don’t walk around seriously enforcing nap-time in special vigilante gear (don’t vigilantes wear special clothing?  Or was that just a bad episode of CSI?), but quiet time is important.  So I can eat bon-bons in peace.

5) My kids make me laugh.  A lot.  Recent example: Soph, who has inherited our family genes for making a mess genius, likes to play in her room.  And her play seems to involve dumping out all of her books and stuffed animals and every other knick knack from every birthday party she has ever attended.  And so I gently reminded her to clean up.  And she told me I had to help her.  This made me laugh.  Because I didn’t make your mess, sister!  You made it!  Clean that room up! And clean ours up while you’re at it (this made her laugh too.  See, fun!  We have fun here in this household!)

6) J is apparently a distant relation to Spiderman.  The babe does not like to sit still.  Crawling he is mastering, no doubt walking is sure to come soon.  Time to hide the good stuff.

Maybe if I look hard enough, I can find out exactly what is in this baby brain.

 I guess that’s all I ‘ve learned.  And to think I don’t get paid for this?  Crazy!