Today L took the kids to Trader Joe’s to stock up on some essential food items. A saw a box of doggie bone biscuits and asked that L get it so she can give bones to the dogs on our street. It poured all day and there were no dogs around. Maybe tomorrow.
N wants to stand and stand and stand. He can even do it with no hands (only for a few seconds). I saw him in downward dog today. He’s moving faster than we blink.
It was so humid today even polly pocket had a bad hair day.
All N wants to do is stand. He can crawl, but he doesn’t want to crawl, he wants to stand. He can pull himself up to a stand holding on to furniture. Then he cruises along… I can’t believe he was still immobile 5 days ago… A says “When N get bigger and he can walk he’s gonna catch me!” I think she’s kinda freaked out that he IS already bigger and he IS about to catch her…
This evening L let N burn off some crawling and standing energy before he put him to sleep. He fell asleep immediately after this training session. A welcome change from the standing up, putting down of last night.
A’s birthday party was a couple of days ago. She is 3. She was so excited – the night before her party she kept counting her fingers: 1, 2, 3!
It was hot hot hot, so we partied in the A/C with A’s friends running around the living room. It was fun! We got a BIG cake (too hot for homemade birthday cake baking) with globs of frosting shaped as balloons. One was purple and has been enough for at least 2 cake servings. We sang “Happy Birthday A” as we brought out the cake with three candles. I was holding my girl in my arms, I could feel her body struggle to contain the excitement – she was on the verge of tears, but she didn’t cry. She was so happy.
As per A’s request she got a polly pocket set from Saba and Savta (courtesy of L who did the shopping), a polly pocket yacht from Mommy, Daddy and N and then another set from our dear neighbors who introduced her to these tiny dolls, and yet another from her friend M. When she opened the first set she was ecstatic. I don’t recall ever seeing her so happy about anything. Granted, she’s been talking about getting a polly pocket for her birthday for a month… She was in polly pocket heaven. These polly pocket things are really all consuming – she won’t part with them. We have to take them to the bathroom (but shoes are not allowed – we’ve had some shoe drowning incidents in the potty), to the dinner table, to take a bath and to sleep.
The polly pockets and their company now live on a high table. N started to crawl on the day of the party and he is bound to be stuffing tiny green shoes in his mouth, if they’re anywhere in sight. Watch out, here he comes!
There’s this saying “nine months in, nine months out.” I’m too tired to to remember what happens next? Rebirth? It actually feels that way, as N is moving, jumping, climbing – anything to get going. Very similar to how he was just before he was born…
Today L found N sitting in the pack & play after his nap. He repeated this trick tonight after I put him to sleep for the night. He wants to move so badly! And it’s so close, and our lives will be forever changed once it happens…
N has 8 teeth. And more are coming. All I can think about is that it’s 12 more to go.
This is the fourth day in which A did not take a nap….
They grow too fast.
The other day when I came home from work I was greeted with this statement by A: ” Daddy doesn’t have a vagina and Oliver doesn’t have one either. He has a penis.” Yup, she got it right.
N started “talking” today. He said: “Aydi daidi yada” and variations on this theme all day long. He was wild with the desire to move and the pain of that top tooth just waiting to pop out.
Yesterday he had a HUGE slice of watermelon and the 4th of July BBQ. Not a good idea – it makes him constipated.
Today there was a terrorist attack in Jerusalem. An Israeli Palestinian went on a rampage with his bulldozer. L was checking the weather on his computer and called out to tell me the details. A immediately wanted to know what happened in Jerusalem.
A: What happened in Jerusalem?
Me: There was an accident.
A: What happened?
Me: There was an accident with a bulldozer.
A: What did the bulldozer do?
Me: There was an accident with a bulldozer and some people got hurt.
A: Why did they get hurt? (repeat x3)
Me: There was an accident and sometimes when things like this happen people get hurt. (repeat x3)
A: But not Saba and Savta and not Savta M.
Me: Right. Saba and Savta and Savta M are OK.
It’s an ugly world.
This evening when I put her to sleep she asked me again: “Mommy, what happened to the people in Jerusalem?”, “Why was there an accident?”, “Why did they get hurt”, “Saba and Savta and Savta M are OK”, “but Mommy, why?”
We read a book about a cat to make it all go away.
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